(tense music)
- [Woman] Altitude holding.
Altitude holding.
(woman talking indistinctly)
Recommend evacuation procedure alpha.
Excessive fuel line temperature.
Recommend evacuation...
(alarm drowning out woman talking)
(ominous music)
(feedback ringing) (heart beating)
(woman gasping)
(woman screaming)
- Rand!
(eerie music)
(woman gasping)
(solemn music)
Rand.
You survived.
- [Rand] Can't say the same for Grimes.
Good to see you, Shaps.
- How'd you just do that?
How's he doing that?
He's in my head.
This isn't possible.
Am I dead?
- [Rand] It's this planet.
The possibilities here are endless as the dunes.
Go on, try it.
- [Shaps] What is this place?
Where are we?
- [Rand] Biggest beach in the universe.
We should have backed a volleyball. (chuckles)
- [Shaps] I don't need your jokes.
Did you grab a terrain scan before the crash?
Where's the closest greenbelt?
Where's the ocean at the end of this beach?
- [Rand] No ocean.
We got plenty of waves, don't you hear them?
Sound marvelous.
- [Shaps] How long was I out?
- [Rand] It's hard to tell.
Time is funny here.
- [Shaps] Maybe the tracking beacons survived the crash.
Those things are made to survive crashes.
I updated our track when we left sector seven.
Someone will pick up the beacon's signal
and vector our position for a rescue.
We just have to find it.
- [Rand] No use.
I already looked.
The dunes got it, it's buried, gone.
- [Shaps] We're not getting off this sandbox without it.
We can't give up.
- [Rand] Don't you get it, Shapiro?
This beach isn't going to let us go.
- [Shaps] We have to do something.
We just have to find it.
(solemn music)
(signal beeping)
(heart beating)
(solemn music)
(horn blaring)
Rand, there's a ship.
We're going home.
- [Rand] Don't you get it, Shaps?
This is home.
(Shaps coughing)
(Shaps shouts)
(both grunting)
(engine decelerating)
- Oh, Christ.
It's a fuckin' fed crew.
(Shaps coughing)
- You came.
You got our distress signal.
I thought I was a goner.
(Shaps coughing)
- Doug, water.
What's your name, Lieutenant?
- Shapiro.
- Clan affiliation?
- None.
- ASN number.
- Two-nine.
- Run that, Gomez.
- [Gomez] Yes, ma'am.
- Crew?
- Captain Grimes is dead.
Rand is up there.
- Go get him, Doug.
- But it's so tall.
- Leave him.
He tried to kill me.
- And check their ship for contraband.
- The ship was destroyed in the crash.
There's nothing left.
- I told you, Captain, we shouldn't have
gone on this wild goose chase.
- Enough.
Go get Rand and bring him down.
- All right, ma'am.
- [Gomez] Got a situation, Skipper.
Surface telemetry is incredibly unstable.
Our weight is settling fast and our burn
won't hold much longer.
We gotta pop smoke.
- We have to get off this rock.
- I'm not leaving anyone.
Your ship might be worthless, but I'm sure the Federation
will pay a pretty penny to get you two back.
Gomez, prep holding pod two for our guests.
- Under astro law, you are obligated
to render assistance to anyone in distress.
- I'm not here to help anyone.
I just burned a whole load of fuel
worth your year's salary coming out here for nothing.
I intend to break even.
Yeah, that body of yours will be worth
more on the market than a measly Federation ransom.
- How dare you.
- You want to get off this rock or not?
- [Gomez] Got a 15 degree tilt and rising.
We need to go now, Cap.
- The struts'll hold it, Gomez.
- [Gomez] With all due respect, no, they won't.
- This whole planet is a sinking ship.
We have to go right now before it's too late.
- Start firing sequences.
- [Gomez] Start firing sequences, aye.
- Where's Rand?
- There's no one over there.
I went all the way up and there's no one over there
or on the other side.
- This is tits-up!
- I just left him.
He was right there.
I just...
- I got some yellow jecka.
Medical grade.
We can splice this with the red one we got
and we should get a mint on the market.
- Better than nothing.
- [Gomez] Cap, got the logs.
ANS two-niner, Fed ship, captained by Commander James Grimes
and piloted by wife, Lieutenant Rebecca Shapiro.
Two crew total.
- [Shaps] That can't be.
(tense music)
- Mm-mm, what a looker.
And lost her marbles.
Damn shame.
Doug, lock her up.
(Shaps grunts)
(tense music)
(Shaps grunts)
(Shaps spits)
- [Gomez] Captain, (indistinct) critical main stage belts
are open and port and starboard engines are spinning.
All pre-launch checks complete, tilt is now 18%.
Firing sequences initiated.
Let me know when you've cleared the airlock.
(upbeat music)
How'd you get in here?
Put that down.
Please!
(Gomez shouting) (body thudding)
(woman singing indistinctly)
♪ I've got this ocean view ♪
♪ Wish you could see it too ♪
♪ But you were riding on a different kind of wave ♪
♪ The jig is up ♪
♪ And it goes on and on and on and on forever ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm slidin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm groovin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm lovin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm pushin' ♪
♪ Right here with me and you ♪
♪ In love we're swimmin' too ♪
♪ We thought that we'd be together ♪
♪ The jig is up ♪
♪ And I've become so gone ♪
♪ So gone, so gone forever ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm slidin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm groovin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm lovin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm pushin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm slidin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm groovin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world and I'm lovin' ♪
♪ It's the end of the world ♪