The universe is bound in equal parts
By arrogance and altruism.
Any attempt to alter this
Would be suicide.
Dr Walter Giles, "The Value of Value,"
polishing his boots. Tyr grins.)
TYR: You seem to be looking rather forward to all of the pomp and
circumstance of the commissioning ceremony.
HUNT: Tyr, the Crimson Sunrise will be the first Commonwealth High
Guard ship to be launched in three hundred and seven years. You're damn
I'm looking forward to it.
TYR: You know, they are saying as well that the Crimson will be a more
powerful vessel than the Andromeda. How is your lordship feeling about
HUNT: Rumour. All right, to tell you the truth, I would like to have
arrived on the Andromeda, but thanks to Mister Harper's improvements in
the airscrubbers and waste extraction, we're stuck here in this bag of
BEKA [OC]: I heard that.
HUNT: Lovable bag of bolts. Good ears.
BEKA [OC]: Dylan, Tyr?
(Three ships are approaching.)
TYR: The hull configurations say those would be Kenja Pride.
BEKA: They haven't seen us or we'd be dead. These guys live to kill.
TYR: No. They kill to live. There's a distinction.
HUNT: It's all the same to the victims.
BEKA: The Kenja consider everyone a victim.
TYR: Perhaps they're feeling extraordinary arrogant today. They seem to
be on a direct course for the Crimson Sunrise.
BEKA: Making contact.
HUNT: No, no, no. That'll just alert the Kenja to our position.
BEKA: So what do you want me to do?
HUNT: Shortcut, slipstream, anything. We have to warn her captain
before they get there.
BEKA: This doesn't make sense. The Crimson can chew up and gargle those
TYR: Which introduces another issue. The Kenja, well, Nietzscheans,
only pick fights they know they can win.
HUNT: They've got someone on the inside.
BEKA: Slipstream, in three, two, one.
(They arrive at the big red spaceship. It's Captain looks very young.)
GRISSUM: [on monitor]: That's not possible, Captain Hunt. Every member
of my crew has undergone brain scans and dna analysis for deception
traits. They're pure Commonwealth,
every one of them.
HUNT: Even Nietzscheans from the Kenja Pride?
Captain, the concept of genetically distinct Prides is considered
[on monitor]: On my ship, I recognise merit, a quality summed up by the
reformed High Guard's new motto, We are a force of merit.
BEKA: This guy's toast.
HUNT: Captain Grissum, right now there are five Kenja fighters on
course for your ship. I'm afraid they don't share your enlightened
GRISSUM [on monitor]: Well, perhaps my guns will enlighten them.
BEKA: Dylan, it's the Crimson.
HUNT: Captain, we're receiving an automatic distress signal from your
GRISSUM [on monitor]: Impossible.
HUNT: Those are thruster alarms. Your engine's going critical.
GRISSUM [on monitor]: No. it's not possible.
All hands. All hands, this is the Captain. Abandon ship. Go.
[on monitor]: I repeat, abandon ship. Use every available escape pod
(Escape pods stream away from the Crimson Sunrise just before the
monitor goes to static and the ship goes KaBOOM! Beka navigates the
BEKA: She's gone. Whoever's getting off got off.
TYR: It's been five minutes since the first alarm. That's time enough
for even the last crippled dog to escape.
HUNT: The Crimson is a, was a traditional, Heritage Class design, much
like the Andromeda. She should have, had at least four hundred escape
BEKA: Well, that should keep everyone safe until more help arrives.
TYR: Or until the Kenja show up and use those pods for target practice.
HUNT: Beka, open communications.
COMPUTER [OC]: Crimson Sunrise pod A two three five. Sinti naval
TYR: It's a standard distress beacon loop.
HUNT: Switch to local.
VOICES [OC]: Help! Save us!
TYR: That would be the sound of the reformed High Guard's force of
BEKA: The first emergency, and all their training's gone out the
HUNT: Beka, give me the closest emergency beacon.
(They get a woman.)
BAYLISS [OC]: Can anybody hear me? Anybody?
HUNT: This is Captain Dylan Hunt in the Eureka Maru. We copy.
BAYLISS [on monitor]: I'm Senator Bayliss from the Commonwealth of
HUNT: We're on our way to help you, Senator.
BAYLISS [on monitor]: Hurry. Our pod's leaking. We can't breathe. We're
running out of air.
HUNT: Can you say why the pod's leaking?
BAYLISS [on monitor]: I'm not an engineer. I just know that some of
these damn pods, they're exploding like bombs, and if you don't save
us, we will too!
HUNT: Senator, we are responding. Please remain calm. Tyr, airlock.
Beka, find out why those pods are leaking.
still in the cockpit.)
HUNT: They didn't coat the escape pods with fullerene mesh? Well,
that's just brilliant. Even in the old days, We coated our fuel tenders
with fullerene mesh.
BEKA: They probably figured it was too expensive for something they'd
HUNT: All right, let's do this. But be careful. We don't want to
puncture the pod's skin.
TYR: Target's in range.
HUNT: Sensors on.
(The pod gets stuck to a panel jutting from the Maru's side.)
BEKA: They're attached.
HUNT: Good. Tell the senator.
BEKA: Er, Dylan, I think we punctured something. Their comm's down.
HUNT: Are they alive?
BEKA; Hard to say. Ambient temperature's normal.
TYR: We'll find out when we open the airlock.
BEKA: Thirty seconds to breach.
Outer latch sealed. How are they doing?
TYR: They're all on their feet.
(Six people come out of the pod, coughing.)
HUNT: Closing airlock. Round one.
Oh, how they fought like hungry rats at all the escape pod stations.
The looting, the thieving. But I owed a duty to my Commonwealth.
HUNT: Well, then it's lucky you were able to make it onto the first
escape pod, Senator.
BAYLISS: Well, yes. I guess the Grim Reaper felt I still had more to do
for my citizens.
TYR: Even the Grim Reaper didn't want her.
BAYLISS: But you know, the first thing I think I'll do when I get back
is outlaw Nietzscheans from the Commonwealth. They've already betrayed
us once. I bet they even blew up the ship.
HUNT: You know, hold that thought, Senator. My pilot needs to have a
word with me.
BAYLISS: Oh, but, er
HUNT: Be right back.
(Tyr steps forward and the little woman backs off.)
BEKA: According to the pods' schematics, the life support only lasts
for three days.
HUNT: Three days?
BEKA: But wait, there's more. At the rate these things are leaking, my
guess is most of them won't last for three hours.
HUNT: Three hours?
BEKA: Design flaw, cost cutting. Take it up with the Senator.
HUNT: Very funny. All right. Channel the Maru's life support through
the pods as they link up with us and we'll bring everyone on board from
BEKA: Dylan, the Maru has a capacity of four hundred. There are
thousands out there.
HUNT: Yeah, I know. We're going to save everyone we can.
(Later, as lots of pods form strings running out from the Maru.)
BEKA [OC]: Dylan, I'm taking some of the pods directly into the cargo
(Beka returns and takes Hunt's arm.)
BEKA: Ahem. Excuse me, excuse me. Captain coming through.
HUNT: What's up?
BEKA: Er, I've got some bad news. And then I've got some bad news.
HUNT: Oh, phew. for a moment there, I thought something good was going
to happen today. Okay, give me the bad news first.
BEKA; If we attach many more pods, we won't be able to slipstream. The
links were never designed for this kind of stress.
HUNT: So we don't slipstream. The Eureka Maru is a salvage ship, and we
have the time.
BEKA: Which brings me to the bad news.
HUNT: We don't have the time.
BEKA: Pumping air through all these attached pods is straining the
Maru's life support. Sooner or later, we'll have to slipstream to the
Andromeda or we'll all suffocate.
HUNT: What are you telling me?
BEKA: In order to save the ones we've got, we might have to leave some
HUNT: It's a little early to talk about who's going to live and who's
going to die. This is still a rescue operation.
TYR [OC]: Dylan, cockpit.
HUNT: I'll bet Tyr has some good news.
BEKA: Hope so.
Based on debris field analysis, the explosion started in the
anti-proton storage and sent the engines critical.
HUNT: That's efficient.
TYR: Too efficient. It is sabotage.
HUNT: All right, let's assume that they're Kenja crew members. Now, we
know that they don't sacrifice themselves.
TYR: So they're either still out there in one of those escape pods.
HUNT: Or they're already on board the Maru, quietly hailing the five
(And still the pods link up, forming loops around the Maru.)
TYR: Target's in range. Preparing magnetic web.
BAYLISS: I am ordering you to tell that man to stop saving those pods.
HUNT: We are saving everybody, Senator.
BAYLISS: Even the Nietzschean saboteurs, Captain?
HUNT: Do you know which pod they're in? Because if you don't, then I
would appreciate you letting me do my job.
BAYLISS: I just want to get the hell out of here.
HUNT: That would be nice for everybody.
TYR: With that purpose in mind, I've prepared an airlock for you,
BAYLISS: Why is he going on about airlocks, huh? Oh, I get it. He's
insulting me now, is he?
HUNT: Oh, no, no, no. He's just trying to protect you. But for now, I
think it's best if you stay here in the cockpit.
BEKA [OC]: Dylan, Tyr? Engine room, now.
HUNT: It's a busy day.
trying to break up a fight between two High Guard men.)
BEKA: Stop it! Guys!
GENGHIS: Kludges sabotaged the Crimson so the Commonwealth could blame
it on us.
BURKE: You did it yourselves. I heard the rumours about another über
BEKA: Stop it! Er, some help here, guys?
HUNT; Two suspects.
TYR: And two motives.
HUNT: Let's motivate them.
TYR: Captain on deck! In the ranks!
(Tyr puts his arm around the shoulders of the Nietzschean.)
HUNT: Excuse me. All right, let's go.
(Hunt takes the Oriental man.)
TYR: Did our people sabotage that ship?
GENGHIS: Who are you?
TYR: Very possibly the last face you'll ever see in life. Now, tell me
who sabotaged that ship.
HUNT: You blew up the Crimson Sunrise?
HUNT: Then who did?
BURKE: We would never blow up the Crimson. It was them, the
HUNT: Go on.
BURKE: I don't know anything. I just know it wasn't us.
HUNT: All right, soldier. I don't know how Captain Grissum ran his
ship, but on my boat, you keep peace with the Nietzscheans. Understood?
BURKE: Yes, sir.
HUNT: Good. Next time, you don't get off with just a warning.
Dismissed. One more thing. Weapons.
(Burke and Genghis hand over their forcelances.)
HUNT: Thank you. Go on.
HUNT: The Crimson's crew seems to have their problems.
HUNT: The sabotage was too specific. You said it started in the
TYR: One of the most restricted areas on the ship.
BEKA: Only a couple of people would have had access without setting off
HUNT: My guess is it was just one person. One person in the right
ERRIN [OC]: Hailing rescue ship. Come in, rescue ship. Hailing rescue
ship. Come in, rescue ship.
HUNT: You know her.
BURKE: She's our first officer, Errin Shohashi.
HUNT: We got ourselves a first officer.
Well, that's just great. If we're lucky, maybe this one's the saboteur.
HUNT: This is the Eureka Maru. We copy.
ERRIN [on monitor]: We've attached ourselves to a dying pod with a
proton leak. If you don't detach us, it'll explode and we'll die with
HUNT: Beka, locate that pod cluster.
BEKA: Got it. We can save them. We've got to move.
ERRIN [on monitor]: At the rate that pod's leaking, we've got about
HUNT: We're making best speed. Maru out.
(The Maru heads towards the little cluster.)
BEKA: And target locked.
HUNT: Do it. Tyr, meet me at the airlock.
BEKA: Come on. Snatched. I got it.
last person in the pod is a magnificent woman. Hunt and Tyr's tongues
roll out to create a red carpet for her.)
BEKA: She's Nietzschean.
HUNT: Very interesting.
TYR: She's Nietzschean.
HUNT: She can be anything she wants to be. Welcome. I'm Captain Dylan
ERRIN: First officer Errin Shohashi. Thank you for your assistance,
Captain. Have you found Captain Grissum?
HUNT: Not yet. sorry.
ERRIN: Permission to speak freely?
ERRIN: Captain Grissum was a fool. I believe you were speaking with him
when his command collapsed in the explosion.
HUNT: Yes. We think your ship was sabotaged.
ERRIN: There was no sabotage, Captain. Human error.
HUNT: Now what?
BEKA: Now there's a proton leak from one of the pods in the cargo bay.
If it spreads, we're dead in seconds.
ERRIN: The pod's self-destruct code. Someone must have tripped it.
HUNT: Tyr, let's go shut it down.
ERRIN: No. I'll do it. I memorised the codes to all the escape pods,
but I'll need help.
TYR: I'll go.
open a pod and Errin scans inside.)
ERRIN: Not this pod. Let's try another.
TYR: As I know Drago's bones, it will be the very last pod.
(Errin takes Tyr's arm and notes the lack of bone blades.)
ERRIN: Here, let me take point.
You said you were looking for just one person in the right place.
HUNT: And you're thinking of a First Officer kind of place. Beka, I
checked Errin's record. she is clean. Twice decorated.
BEKA: Nietzschean First Officers have been known to betray a Captain.
I'm just saying.
HUNT: All right, we'll keep an eye on her.
opens pods and Errin scans them.)
ERRIN: Not this pod either. Just how well do you know Drago's bones?
TYR: Oh, my lady, you would be so surprised.
(The countdown is 03:32 and falling.)
am well aware of the fact that she's a Nietzschean, but according to
this, I think we can trust her.
BEKA: I guess it helps that she's beautiful.
HUNT: I hadn't noticed.
HUNT: Hey, look at this. Courageous as well.
BEKA: Do you even know what Pride she's from?
HUNT: We're about to find out. Genghis. May I have a word, please?
HUNT: Why do I sense this will end up in a headlock?
HUNT: Just looking for a source who doesn't care about political
This is the one.
TYR: You know that?
ERRIN: It has to be. It's the last one. Open that up.
TYR: Now what?
ERRIN: I negate the code.
TYR: Some time today.
ERRIN: I'm going as fast as I can.
She's Kenja. That's why all the Nietzschean crewmen obey her. She'd
kill anybody in their sleep.
BEKA: The guys who live to kill. Makes a difference now, huh?
HUNT: Yeah. And she's with Tyr.
ERRIN: It's not working.
COMPUTER: Eight, seven, six, five.
ERRIN: Come on.
COMPUTER: Four, three
ERRIN: Time's up.
(Errin grabs at a power junction and the energy surges into her body.)
ERRIN: Punch in three two four divided by the square root of three.
(Tyr does, then punches a hole in the pod's skin with his elbow and
rips out some wires. The electricity stops.)
Tyr, she's Kenja.
TYR: I know. She told me, just before she used her fist to absorb the
detonator's electrical current.
ERRIN: We're safe, Captain.
TYR; I don't believe she's the saboteur.
HUNT: All right.
We've saved the remaining pods with thirty minutes to spare.
BEKA: Yeah, but the Maru can't take them into slipstream.
TYR: According to my calculations, she can.
BEKA: Well, aren't you the natural optimist? Look, we've got problems
in the cockpit. Dylan is with Errin.
TYR: Your point being?
BEKA: Come on. She's a Kenja First Officer. Tyr, you know better than
anyone. Where does her real loyalty lie? With her Pride.
TYR: She risked her life to help me detonate the escape pod. She saved
BEKA: So she could deliver us that Kenja kill mission we saw this
morning. Tyr, you know the Nietzschean mind.
(An alarm beeps.)
TYR: Is that something unusual?
BEKA: Yeah. she's hailing the Kenja.
There. That does it. All the survivors are off the pods and crammed
into the Maru. Now, to find an open slip point to safety.
ERRIN: Well, our increased mass times the amount of fuel converted to
energy puts the best one right there, twenty point nine five light
HUNT: Wow. Your computation is correct.
ERRIN: Of course.
HUNT: You just multiplied two seventeen digit figures in your head.
ERRIN: Yes. Yes, I did.
HUNT: That's pretty good.
ERRIN: Stupidity in a woman is unfeminine, and I strive to be a perfect
HUNT: Well, not to be rude, Errin, but most men would consider you the
perfect woman even without your math skills.
ERRIN: Well, the perfect woman knows what a real man wants.
HUNT: Ah. What a coincidence. You're talking to a real man.
(Errin kisses Hunt.)
HUNT: A real man who respects you for your math skills.
HUNT: And, er also your knowledge of human anatomy.
ERRIN: Well, you know, I've always found when I want something, I stand
a much better chance if I demand it.
HUNT: I'm sensing another demand. Actually, it's more like an
(Beka and Tyr walk in on the clinch.)
BEKA: Out of my cockpit.
HUNT: Er, Beka. What's this about?
BEKA: She's leading us into an ambush with the Kenja fighters.
HUNT: I don't think so. She diverted them using the Maru's old
freighter codes. They're gone. We're safe.
(Tactical shows five blips moving away.)
HUNT: And, Tyr, surely Errin isn't the saboteur.
TYR: All right.
(Lots of shouting voices off.)
and Burke are fighting properly this time.)
BAYLISS: Do something.
(Tyr splits them up, but Genghis starts fighting with him.)
HUNT: All right, Burke. What did I tell you about fighting on this
BURKE: The Nietzscheans blew it up.
(A crewman grabs Hunt from behind.)
BAYLISS: As Senator, I am ordering you to
ERRIN: Senator? What the hell? Get out of here. Go on. Go, go, go.
Soldiers, stand down!
(Errin joins in the fighting with the Nietzscheans, but begins to be
overpowered. Tyr draws a small gun, and so does Burke. Tyr shoots him.
Hunt deals with his man and gets the other off Errin.)
GENGHIS: We're all going to die in here. We're better off in the pods.
HUNT: If he tries to escape, the breach will turn the Maru inside out.
ERRIN: I got him.
(Genghis is on the ladder up to the cargo bay, and kicks Errin hard.
Hunt and Tyr chase him up.)
Genghis! Don't be an idiot.
(Genghis opens the bay doors.)
(Errin closes the cargo bay access door to stop all the air leaving the
Maru. Genghis gets into a pod. Hunt opens up another one.)
(They climb inside and seal it. The two pods float out of the bay, and
one explodes, catapulting the other away from the Maru.)
BEKA: Yeah. We're safe.
is in the pilot's seat when Beka enters.)
BEKA: Move. Out. Now.
ERRIN; What are you doing?
BEKA: Saving my friends. Out.
ERRIN: Your friends have to wait.
BEKA: The hell they do.
ERRIN: Our explosion drew some unwanted attention. Take a look.
BEKA: The Kenja. They're coming back for us.
Thirty six minutes. Enough time for the Maru to rescue us before this
pod's reserve life support expires.
HUNT: Beka, do you read me? Beka?
ERRIN: The pods are emptied and sealed shut. You've got crewmen stacked
like firewood into every crevice of this ship. I don't think your plan
BEKA: I'm not sure either. But that's never stopped me before.
HUNT [OC]: Beka. Beka, do you copy?
(Errin turns off the comms.)
BEKA: What the?
ERRIN: We need absolute radio silence or they'll double back and get
Dylan and Tyr. You don't want that, do you?
The channels are blocked. No response. Someone's blocked my channel.
TYR: Jammed by the Kenja?
HUNT: No. The disruption is coming from the Maru.
We've got visual contact. They're coming in fast.
(Errin touches another panel.)
BEKA: I didn't authorise a distress hail. Turn it off.
(Errin doesn't, so Beka does.)
BEKA; So that is the second time you've touched my comm unit. Do it
again and I'll break your finger.
ERRIN: They can already see we're limping. The hail is a ploy to gain
BEKA: Yeah. You're real good at ploys to gain trust.
ERRIN: If they don't trust us, they'll just fire on us from outside our
kill zone. It's the only way we'll survive.
(Beka turns the comms back on.)
BEKA: Make it good.
ERRIN: Leopard Lo-Tang Shu Ta.
[OC]: Leopard Lo-Tang Shu Ta. Leopard Lo-Tang Shu Ta.
MAN [OC]: Leopard copy.
HUNT: Doesn't make any sense.
This is Shohashi Vixen of the Kenja Pride
[OC]: Out of Charybdis by Azazel.
HUNT: What the hell is she doing?
MAN [OC]: Welcome, Shohashi Vixen. We are cousins.
[OC]: Your return is welcome to us.
ERRIN: I'll prepare for hostage transfer. Or we can use attack pattern
[OC]: Delta two niner.
MAN [OC]: Eject first, Shohashi Vixen.
[OC]: We will use the attack pattern. Out.
(Three fighters start firing.)
Beka. Beka, do you copy? Beka, come in. Bek
(An explosion lights up their part of space, and the escape pods that
had been linked to the Maru are thrown out. Two fighters fly into them
HUNT: Do you see anything? Anything at all? Any exit pods?
TYR: Nothing but debris and death.
HUNT: Tyr, look. There she is.
Destroyed two, scared away three, just by blowing off our empty life
BEKA: For once, those pods were good for something. Do you really think
we scared those others off?
ERRIN: It's how the Kenja think. We fear insanity. In fact, I'm
terrified of you. Your plan, I didn't think it would work.
BEKA: Well, you're forgiven.
ERRIN: We've got just enough fuel to reach a slip point and get back
Maru, do you copy? Maru, do you read me?
TYR: Dead, along with most of the power supply. Twenty three minutes
Dylan calls this the risk all point, and I'm damn well prepared to risk
everything I've got, saved already, or will ever have to rescue my
ERRIN: I studied at the Academy, too, only we called it try and die.
Because in every scenario of game theory and VR matrix simulations, the
officer lost everything. So, officer, I will stare into the Abyss with
pride. I won't jump into it.
(Beka pulls a gun on Errin.)
BEKA: You can die, get out of the way, or help. What's it going to be?
starting to get cold.)
HUNT: All right, have you finished your plan yet?
TYR: Yes, I have a plan. How are you doing?
HUNT: Finished. So what's your plan?
TYR: In my plan, we would die.
HUNT: Well, see, my plan, it involves a space walk. Well, we'd, we die.
We need a better plan.
TYR: Yes, preferably one conceived within the next seventeen minutes.
TYR: After which the life support expires and, well, we die.
HUNT: We need a good plan.
HUNT: Okay. Ha. I've got a plan.
(Hunt is working on the innards of the pod.)
HUNT: All right, I've channeled every available anti-proton into the
aft reserve tank. Add a little bit of oxygen, a little bit of nitrogen,
and voila. We are now sitting on top of one very mean fusion candle.
TYR: We are sealed and pointed in the well, the general direction of
HUNT: All right. Time to light the match. Three, two, one, go.
(The pod blasts off, sort of.)
We're using the rest of our fuel, but I don't know. All my life, I've
been at war with the universe. I've faced worse odds.
ERRIN: It's funny. You live so you can risk your life. We can't make
BEKA: Cut the engines. The momentum might be enough to get us there.
ERRIN: Still not enough. No fuel, no hope. This makes us stronger,
(She sees the pod heading for them.)
Well, it's not a very smooth ride, but we'll survive.
TYR: I hope.
HUNT: Oh, come on, Tyr. You enjoy these close calls as much as I do.
TYR: I guess there is a certain completeness to it, isn't there?
HUNT: Oh, I should have put my seatbelt
(The fuel runs out.)
Almost there. Almost there. And got them! They're attached. I got Dylan
ERRIN: Beka Valentine, you're an excellent pilot. If I didn't know
better, I'd mistake you for a Nietzschean.
BEKA: Thanks, I think.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: This is the Andromeda responding to Captain Hunt's
mayday. Do you copy?
ERRIN: And you're very lucky.
BEKA: Copy that.
(The Maru glides into the hangar bay.)
So, this bucket of bolts did pretty good, huh, guys?
HUNT: Yes, Beka, this bucket of bolts did very good. Thank you.
TYR: So what now? Do we stow our spit-shined boots and await the next
HUNT: We saved a lot of lives today, Tyr. That's what's important.
TYR: That wasn't quite my point, but yes, I suppose we did.
HUNT: All right, look, I'm sorry. It's been a long day, and sometimes
your sardonic Nietzschean wit catches me off guard.
TYR: Me too.
(Bayliss is brought through in handcuffs.)
BAYLISS: Captain, we had our differences. Let bygones be bygones. Long
live the Commonwealth!
(She is taken away.)
HUNT: Bygones. Impersonating a Senator. Can you imagine that?
(Tyr hands Hunt Bayliss's personnel file.)
TYR: On the Crimson Sunrise, she wore a mask and cleaned the autochef.
You must admire the genius of becoming a Senator to survive.
HUNT: I have to admit, she had me fooled.
ERRIN: Apparently, she wasn't the only one. You both thought I was the
HUNT: Well, so did she.
BEKA: According to the Commonwealth analysis, the Crimson was done in
by a little old comet.
HUNT: So, no sabotage.
BEKA: One in a billion chance. You'd have better odds of taking down
the Maru with a single shot from a forcelance. Errin was Commonwealth
TYR + HUNT: All right.
HUNT: Yeah, so. I guess you have to be going, right?
ERRIN: Maybe we'll run across each other again sometime. It's a small
HUNT: Yes, it is.
HUNT: What? What?
(Beka turns her back and wraps her arms around herself in a caress.)
BEKA: Ooo, Dylan. Ooo, Errin. The universe is so small.
HUNT: Very funny. Very funny.