(dramatic orchestral music)
(synths buzz)
(metal clinks)
- In case there's any doubt,
that's the cause of death.
That is Sanders, the DNA matches.
And he was killed recently, very recently,
within a matter of hours.
- Give me this.
(pistol clicks)
I didn't shoot anybody.
(pistol clicks)
- How's that even possible?
- That's because it hasn't been fired, yet.
- Let's just take this out of play, just to be safe.
You agree?
- Yeah.
- Can we wake Sanders?
- Why are we even asking that?
- You heard Jensen, we need him.
- I've sedated him heavily, he's, he's not (indistinct).
- Well, then we need to give them a dose of stims.
- Sorry?
- [Captain] We're running out of time.
- [Woman] The use of stimulants is, it's delicate.
- It'll help him function. It'll help him move.
- Potentially into any number of
dissociative states, Captain.
- [Captain] This is not open for discussion.
- Okay, the stims are not the only issue.
He knows his death is on the ship.
He's seen it for Christ's sakes.
- Without him what are our options?
- We do have the escape pods.
- You think that's a good option?
- Yeah.
Captain after crashing into a ship with dead versions of us,
yeah, I think it's a pretty (bleep) good option.
- And then what, hope for a rescue?
- The escape pods have weeks worth of oxygen and supplies.
It beats sticking around here and dying in five hours.
Out there, we stand a chance.
- And when was the last time anyone was out this far,
it's called the dead zone.
- Somebody will come, they have to come.
- No one else is coming.
- If we stay put, what do we have?
- Sanders. Just Sanders.
(synths play)
- The escape pods are our last resort.
I'll take my chances with a friend. Come on.
(synths build)
(footsteps sound)
(bandage tears)
- It's okay.
- Where am?
- Hey.
- I need water.
- No, stay in place, Sanders. It's okay.
- I need water.
- I'll get you some.
- I got this, okay.
(dramatic music sounds)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Stay back!
- Easy!
- Sanders, no.
- Just relax. Nobody's going to hurt you.
- Calm it!
(indistinct)
- I saw it! It's gonna kill me, it's gonna kill me.
- We need to find him before it's too late.
- Stay here and lock up that gun.
(ominous synthesizers play)
(metal clicks)
- Let me see.
He's just scared.
He's confused.
Go ahead and put some pressure on this.
Take a deep breath for me.
(man breathes)
- Good. You're going to be okay.
- Why would he come here?
- He can access the entire ship through the central core.
(mechanical door sounds)
- Sanders!
- Oh Jesus, it's worse than I thought.
- What?
- When that crack breaches the core,
- We go up in flames?
Just like the other ship.
- Where are they?
Captain? Detective? Captain, what's your status?
- Moira, we're here.
- What's going on?
- Can't find him. Core's worse than we thought.
- What the hell do we do now?
- I don't know.
- That's what I was afraid of.
Where's the detective?
- He's with me. Are you secure?
- Yes. We're just,
(drums pound)
(alarms whir)
- (bleep)
Escape pods being launched.
- Can we stop it?
- Only from the bridge.
(mechanical noises)
- He's already ejected. Can't bring him back now.
- [Man] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Jensen?
- Lock the other one down.
(card reader beeps)
- Done. Access revoked.
- Jesus, the planet's gravity is pulling him in.
- Forgot to set her trajectory.
- Can we at least talk to him?
(engine whirs)
(dramatic strings play)
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- [Man] Comms are still down.
- Oh my God.
- What is it?
- Can we get a closer look at that planet? Now.
- Focus on the ring.
(mechanical noises)
(lens zooms)
(spaceship rumbles)
(chime sounds)
(ominous music starts)
(ominous music builds)
(rhythmic electronic music)
(piano chords ring)