[Electricity crackles]
Jax: What... what are you doing?
No, no, no, please no!!!
[Gunshot]
Rosebud...
Andersmith: Dun Dun
Andersmith: Just a few more inquiries, m'am.
Did you attempt to witness any other particular individuals in the general vicinity of the area...
...in which the crime scene was alleged?
Bitters: Aaa, Jesus Christ.
What he means is- Did you see anybody?
Dylan: No, I just found him lying there and called the police.
I-is he ok? Did they take him to general?
Andersmith: We're asking the questions, if you so please.
Does the alleged victim have any enemies, archenemies, nemesises or...
...particular people of an interesting nature to which the crime may be motivated by whom?
Dylan: Uhh, no, I don't know. Who's the attending doctor?
Andersmith: Uhh just a few more inquiries if you so please...
...to be of grateful assistance to law enforcement investigators.
Bitters: Dude, stop. You don't even sound like a cop.
Andersmith: Just doing my job, Bitters. It's called going by the book.
Bitters: What BOOK?!!
Andersmith: LAW and ORDER
Andersmith: Dun Dun!
Bitters: Ugh, gross. CSI Miami for life.
Dylan: He's gonna be ok, right? Can you please tell me where they took him?
Andersmith: Ahem, do you profess to have any knowledge of the alleged victim's next of kin?
Dylan: Next of kin? Is he dead?!
Bitters: No, no, no, he's not dead.
Andersmith: The alleged victim was booked with a bullet lodged in his alleged posterior.
Palomo: He means his butt. Dude got shot in the BUTT!!!
Jensen: Charlie, we're supposed to be establishing a perimeter.
Palomo: I just wanna be included!
Dylan: So... he's fine?
Bitters: Should be. But if you ask me...
...something about this case just doesn't sit quite right. It all feels rather... cheeky!
[Opera music plays]
Andersmith: Dun Dun!
Doctor Grey: I can see the headlines already!
'Journalists Assaulted on Chorus'!
'Peace Talks: Abandoned!'
Dylan: Doctor Grey! I was hoping to speak with you?
Grey: Off the record!
Grey: As you know, I'm not an official representative of Chorus, Mrs. Andrews.
Dylan: You... Know me?
Grey: I recognize you from your bylines!
You wrote a fantastic piece about the Steward Insurrection!
Dylan: That was almost ten years ago..
Grey: And now you're here!
Funny. The vultures usually show up AFTER the slaughter!
Dylan: I'm not here about the UNSC, or.. whatever they're planning with Chorus.
I'm here about the Reds and Blues.
You've.. read about their attacks in the press?
Grey: Of course! Those criminals have caused substantial damage to our planet!
Dylan: Well what if I told you 'those criminals,' are not the Reds and Blues you know?
Grey: Oh, of COURSE not sweetheart!
When I said 'criminals,' I wasn't referring to the Red and the Blues!
I was referring to you!
Dylan: Beg pardon?
Grey: You and the press!
By continuing to insinuate that those criminals are somehow our insurgents,
a faceless accusation the UNSC was quick to overreact to.
But I'm sure invasions make for a great News day!
Dylan: I don't WANT an invasion.
I can help Chorus by finding the real Reds and Blues!
But Kimball won't talk to me!
I can't get within a... mile of her!
Grey: The president refuses to be interviewed.
Dylan: Yes!
Grey: So you shoot your cameraman.
Dylan: What?
He was shot, but-
Grey: The clotting present in the patient’s posterior places
the time of attack approximately five minutes after your call
to the police. That’s some very fast reporting, Ms. Andrews!
Dylan: I...
Look:
I needed to talk to you.
Please, help me get to Kimball.
Grey: Oh! I assumed you assaulted your cameraman to stir up cheap headlines!
But instead, you flatter me.
You're a little bit crazy, aren't you?
I like that.
Dylan: So you'll help?
Grey: Nope!
President Kimball is fighting to reopen peace talks with the UNSC.
I will not burden her with this.
Dylan: Well, who’s the UNSC’s diplomat?
Grey: Oooooh! Are you going to shoot them too?
Dylan: No more shooting: I have connections at the network.
Grey: Hmm. Very well. The diplomat is Alfred Packard.
Dylan: Thank you.
Grey: Don't thank me. Just keep me off the record!
Dylan: Not for the tip. For fixing up my partner.
Grey: Hah! If you really think he’ll still be
your partner after this, then you really are crazy!
Dylan: I am prepared to deal with the consequences.
Grey: Consequences...
Don't always take the shape we expect them to, do they?
They're funny like that.
Ooh! I love this song!
[Sigh]
Dylan: Okay.
[Ringing]
Adler: Ahoy ahoy, Interstellar Daily James Adler speaking.
Dylan: Hi James.
Adler: Dylan! You're alive.
Where are you I've been worried sick-
Are you okay? Is everything okay?
Dylan: I'm... still on the story.
Adler: Carlos is going to be livid-
He's talking about criminal charges.
You need to get back here.
Dylan: I need a favor, James.
Between us.
And, no one else can know.
Adler: That's why you're calling.
No "Hi, honey, how are the cats?"
Dylan: I'm sorry, it's urgent.
Adler: Are we still married?
Dylan: Can we... please talk about that later?
Adler: You left... without a word.
What am I supposed to think?
Dylan: I don't... know...
Everything... is just a mess
and I needed some time to think
and right now I really need that favor.
Adler: You're killing me.
What is it?
[Sigh]
Dylan: Alfred Packard. The UNSC diplomat assigned to Chorus.
I need his full file from the paper's database.
I think I recognize his name from the ceremony last year, so throw that in too?
Adler: Got it... I'll send you what I find.
Dylan: I... promise we'll talk when I get back.
Adler: Yeah... sure.
[Music]
Dylan: President Kimball. Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.
I have some questions.
Kimball: I'm sure you do. But you're going to have to answer mine first, Ms. Andrews.
How did you convince Packard to reopen our peace talks?
Dylan: Packard's corrupt. He's smart enough to pay off the right people but
not smart enough to know you should never shortchange a hooker.
Especially given his... interests.
I threatened an exposé, but, he preferred
to back off his hardline with you instead.
It's temporary.
Kimball: Understood
But, the respite has brought us hope, nonetheless.
Dylan: Your real hope, is with the Reds and Blues.
If they resurface and are proven innocent, then Chorus is saved.
Kimball: You didn't come here to advise me, Ms. Andrews.
You want something.
Dylan: I want them.
Kimball: Well, as I've said, time and time again: I don't know where they are.
Dylan: With all due respect...
I don't buy that.
Kimball: With all due respect... I don't care.
You want the Reds and Blues, and I want to know why.
So, you're going to explain your intentions to me, before this conversation continues.
But believe me, when I say, I'll know if you're lying.
Dylan: Fine.
Kimball: What do you want with the Reds and Blues?
Dylan: I want to talk to them.
Kimball: Why?
Dylan: To get the facts.
Kimball: That's not good enough.
Be specific.
Dylan: People are quick to jump to conclusions.
They... see something, or, hear something, and fit it into a preconceived emotional box.
"The Reds and Blues are Terrorists."
It's up to people like me to find the buried truth and expose the real facts.
Because truth and fact are the currency of the galaxy.
It's how wars are fought and invasions are justified and leaders are elected.
I want facts. Facts are found at the source.
With them.
That's one reason.
The other is that I don't think their story is really over, and I need to see how it ends.
If you won't help me, I will find them anyway.
Of that there is no question.
Kimball: Santa.
Dylan: Come again?
Santa: Dylan Andrews' intentions are as she says.
Kimball: Anything she's not saying I should know about?
Santa: Hmm... Nothing of note.
Would you like to know what she's afraid of?
Kimball: Another time.
Santa: It's currently me.
Dylan: Alien AI construct... neat trick.
Kimball: And a very close friend.
Kimball: I think we may have found our messenger.
Santa: So it would seem.
Dylan: What's going on?
What messenger?
Kimball: We received... something meant for the Reds and Blues.
A message.
We can't trace its origin and we can't safely deliver it to them with the UNSC hanging over our heads.
Santa: Thus, we require a herald.
Dylan: So you DO know where they are.
Kimball: The Reds and Blues saved us.
We owe them everything.
So when they told me they were done...
That they were finished with all of this...
That they just wanted to be left alone...
I did my best to repay our debt.
Please don't make me regret what I'm about to tell you.
Dylan: I won't.
Dylan: You'll be able to hitch a ride home from here.
Uh... when you get back, just
tell Carlos what happened.
You'll be compensated.
Jax: So, that's it?
You're firing me?
I can't come along?
Dylan: How can you say that?
I... shot you?
Dax: I know.
I can't wait to tell my friends! Once I make friends.
So cool!
Dylan: So you're... not upset.
Jax: Oh, hell no!
That was some Kubrick level dedication on your part!
Maaad Respect.
Dylan: If you're serious... you have to know.
We're rogue.
No budget. No backing. No intern credit. No turning back.
Jax: I'm in!
Dylan: You got grit, Jax.
I'll give you that.
Jax: Yeah!
That, and, as soon as I get back
my student loans kick in.
Grey: Oh! I guess he's as crazy as her after all.
Kimball: The they'll be in very good company.
[Epic music plays]
[Cue the references]
[Dramatic music continues to play]
Caboose: Ah! Who are you?
Ah!
[Falls]
Aaaaahhhhh!
[Thud]
Dylan: Fuck.
[Trocadero's 'Blood Gulch Blues' plays]