S3 Ep 2: Cold Soup

Season 3 Episode 2

Cold Soup

INT: The Peacekeeper, VRAXIA LE THOR's study. She is sat at her desk drinking. SISTER MODESTY enters.

SM: Corypheus.

VLT: Modesty.

SM: Here are your daily reports Corypheus...They make for ill reading.

VLT: You're going to have to give me the gist Head Acolyte...I've drank about 2 bottles of this disgusting Florillian Wine and am struggling to read the fine print.

SM: More gifts Corypheus?

VLT: Yes Modesty...Seems our venture has brought a very many opportunistic Barons to our door. Not to mention the multitude of Councillors...Did you know Councilman Reta of Florillia was indulging? And I thought he was a family man...I shant take him up on his offer, however...If his wine is anything to go by...Now, the report?

SM: It's Alchemelia Corypheus...There's unrest growing at Dominus House of Leisure. Word has reached the Syndicate of our execution of Nyk Mendas.

VLT: An easily justifiable one surely, Sister?

SM: I agree...But they do not. They see our killing as provocation, and our prescence at Dominus as an aggressive Occupation. Violent clashes have already occurred.

VLT: I see...Sister I want you to dig into the Pylorian Coffers and make a large donation to the Alchemelian Gambling Syndicate...That should tide things over...For now.

SM: Yes Corypheus...There is...One other issue.

VLT: Well out with it.

SM: Lord Sterling...He is...Growing impatient.

VLT: Sister you know as well as I do that we cannot begin shipping until The Green Horizon has been dealt with...[Worried] He doesn't know, does he?

SM: No...Few do, and the ones who do are actively trying to suppress it. Nobody wants it publically known that Leopold King was destroyed by a ship with such an unknown agenda.

BOMBUS enters

VLT: My dear Bombus...What do you have for me?

Bmb: [Grunts]

SM: More wine it seems.

VLT: Oh bloody hell...I'll not have a liver left with all these suitors...Throw it over there with the others.

Vraxia takes the note

Bmb: [Grunts]

VLT: "Congratulations on your recent Philantropic success, yours...Edgar Ester...Councilman of Blackport, Morosia." Euch...Morosians...I refuse to work with Morosians. [Sighs] Oh what the hell, Bombus...Open that Wine. Morosians may not be pallatable...But their wine is.

Bmb: [Grunts in agreement]

Bombus begins opening the wine in the background.

VLT: Sister Modesty you look perplexed?

SM: I know of Councilman Ester.

VLT: And?

SM: He's not from Blackport.

VLT: [Panic] The Bottle-

SM: Bombus stop!

Bmb: Huh?

Cork pops, explosion...End.

We fade with 'Dinner in Paris' by Dazie Mae. The music plays unedited for approx 15-20 seconds. Then the song changes, sounding as if it were coming through a radio. The Soundscape of 'The Green Horizon' cockpit fades in. Peter and Jilly are sat at the control table, enjoying their date.

Champagne pops.

JILLY: More champagne Peter?

PETER: Yes please!

The champagne is poured into a glass

P: Boy this sure is a great date Jill! Much better than the last one!

J: That's not a very high bar to overcome though.

P: I'm glad you liked your painting!

J: Yeah it's a great gift in fairness. I think I'll hang it over the breakfast bar just to annoy Gino.

P: I'm pretty proud of it. I think I captured the alignment of your pelvis just right!

J: Ehh, don't talk about my pelvis please! At least not on a first date anyway! (snorts)

P: Oh right...Sorry!

J: This champagne is going right to my head! I think it's 'cos the bubbles float up y'know? Gravity up to the brain.

P: That doesn't make any sense.

J: [laughs] I think I'm tipsy. I'm such a bloody lightweight these days.

P: This Moldy Cheese is delicious.

J: You're...Delicious.

Bernard (B) over the radio: Oh god...Why do I have to listen to this?

Bernard sound:

Reverb: Room size 0, reverb 80

Low Pass filter:: 1200

J: Berny! It's not our fault you lost 'Bags not' so you have to mine that Asteroid we're orbiting for Resilium shards.

B: Yeah but...Why'd they assign you two to man the radio?

J: Because Sonya's got her wierd Father-Psychiatrist thing and the other 2 are gone to get takeaway. Also, Gino owes us for ruining our last date so...shove it.

P: Are you doing okay Bernie?

B: [sarcastic] Super. I love drilling rogue asteroids for miniscule deposits of precious metals.

P: Oh! Lucky for you then!

J: He's being sarcastic Peter.

B: Look, I'm not one to break safety protocol but...I'm not prepared to hear you two going on about each other for the next 3 hours. How about you turn off the radio, and check in every 10 minutes?

J: Deal!

Jilly turns off the radio. Quick cut to Bernard on the Asteroid, drilling a Resilium Vein.

B: [sighs] I need a vacation.

INTRO

Bernard is anchored to a small asteroid drifting through space. Nearby is The Green Horizon with Jilly and Peter at the helm. Bernard is drilling into a small Resilium Ore Vein. The noise of the drill reverberates up his spacesuit & into his helmet.

Drill droning in the background

B: Feck sake. This bloody thing is useless.

Bernard pushes the comm request button.

Quick cut to: Cockpit

Jilly: [Tipsy laughing]

The comm button beeps noisily

J: [sighs] Feck sake.

Jilly opens comms

J: Bernard it hasn't been ten minutes.

B: Jilly this is fecking pointless. The drill doesn't even work. The bit is cracked, and the stabilizer must be gone because I can feel the vibrations in my helmet and it's giving me a huge headache.

J: I don't know what to tell ya Bernie. Gino bought the thing ages ago and never used it. It was providing a home for a small family of mice before we had to dig it out of the junkroom for this mission.

B: Well I hope he kept the reciept. I'm getting nothing here. I can't even crack the ore vein.

J: Well Bernie, you have another 3 hours before the lads come back from Galaxy Burger to try.

B: Yeah but-

Jilly hangs up

J: Now...Where were we?

P: Are you sure we should be just hanging up on him Jill? It sounds like Bernie could use our help.

J: Peter...I'm just going to be blunt. For the next 3 hours we have probably the closest thing we'll get to privacy until we head back to the Gypsy. Now we can spend that time helping Bernard solve the mystery of the broken drillbit...Or we can spend that time Together...So what'll it be?

P: Ummm...The second one please.

J: Good man.

Computer beeps again

J: Oh for fuck sake.

Jilly opens comms

J: What?!

B: I didn't think that was very funny you know?

J: What're you on about?

B: Whispering into the radio...Surely you two have better things to do on your date that play pranks?

J: Yes Bernie, in fact we do. I have no idea what you're talking about, maybe your brain is wibblin' from the drill. I don't know, I don't care. Don't call again for another 10 minutes. Buh-Bye now!

Jilly turns off the radio

P: Boy...That Bernie is a strange guy.

J: He sure is. Now, where were we?

P: I think I was...About to show you my Autumn catalogue!

J: [Dissapointed] Oh yeah...

P: This one I call...Yam-A-Lang-A-Ding-Dong!

Cut to: Bernard on the Asteroid

B: [Sighs] Three hours of this...Why'd I have to use the toilet during bagsies? [Sighs] Hi-Ho,back to work I go.

Ghostly Voice: Bernard.

B: What?! What the....[deep breath] It's just your imagination Bernard.

Drilling starts, Fade Out

........

Int: Sonya in her bedroom

Sonya sits down in her chair in front of her compter monitor. She double checks her Officer uniform for any scuffs or creases.

The monitor rings out, Sonya takes one last deep breath before her Father, Roger Halley, answers.

S: Hi Dad!

RH: Sonya, is that you? You look tired.

S: Thanks Dad.

RH: I must say, I was quite concerned to hear you'd been delayed for our biweekly's. I hope everything is going well aboard the...What was it? The Blue Dawn?

S: The Green Horizon Dad. Yes, everything's going good.

RH: And are you still interim Captain or...Have they hired someone more qualified?

S: Actually Dad, the original owner came back.

RH: Oh yes the...Irishman. I must say Sonya I'm a bit aprehensive of his sort.

S: Dad...We're Irish.

RH: Yes but you know what I mean.

S: [quietly] Notions.

RH: What was that?

S: Ehh [clears throat] How are you?

RH: The question is Sonya, how are you? In our last meeting you spoke of feelings of aprehension regarding the future of this...'Crew'. Now the Waterford man is back.

S: Gino, Dad. Or Captain Whelan.

RH: Yes well...Are you still concerned about your crew?

S: No actually...There's a nice...Balance.

RH: Hmm...Well I'm concerned Sonya.

S: What?

RH: They're wasters. The whole lot. I looked them up, each name.

S: What did you find?

RH: Nothing. That's the point! Nothing of note. No accolades, no ribbons...No distinctions. How are you ever going to become reinstated if you associate with a crew of nobodies.

S: Dad...If you knew half the things we did-

RH: Oh? What have you done?

S: I...I can't tell you.

RH: Lying, Sonya? Really? Is that how I brought you up?

S: [sighs]

RH: I've been speaking with Rodrick Wildes... You remember Rodrick?

S: [sarcastic] Fondly.

RH: He has a son, Erskine. He's an officer aboard a Resilium transport Vessel. They work directly with the Aurumian Wormhole Starbase, delivering fuel to Order Warcraft. He said he could get you a job as a slag Watchman..

S: What? Dad I'm not downgrading from First Officer to Waste Detail on a mineral hauler. I'm happy where I am.

RH: Happy? You once told me you'd only be happy when you're captaining your own vessel. Running down Alliance spies and destroying Lyca Raiders. Now you're telling me you're content as the second fiddle to a drunkard flying a half-Broken Junker?

S: I don't think like that anymore Dad. I've changed.

RH: It certainly seems that way. For the better? That remains to be seen. Now...Let us begin.

S: Wait? We're not on the clock?

RH: Now we are. Have you heard of scream Therapy Sonya? It's very big on Hera Prime.

S: [sighs]

.....

Int: GINO and REDBEKKA are walking from the Docking Station of Galaxy Burger to the restaraunt proper. Their footsteps beat on the walkway as they talk

RR: I haven't been to a Galaxy burger in a long time. I gotta admit...I'm pretty excited.

G: Oh you're in for a treat Becks. They've really upped their extinction specials. I'm looking forward to my Tasmanian Tiger Steak.

RR: I'm totally getting the Dodo Burger. [sniffs] Awh I can smell it from here.

G: It's genius when you think about it. Perfect [Per-fect not Perfect] cloning technology, clone extinct species...Eat them.

RR: Yeah I mean...What else are you gonna do with them? Put them back in the wild? Or...Study them? [laughs] Stupid.

G: [Laughs] Yeah I mean...Actually...That...That would be pretty great...[Slight pause] [Yawns]

RR: Am I boring you Gino?

G: No, no. I barely slept last night that's all.

RR: Too much crush, boss?

G: What?! Jesus no. As a matter of fact, as of recently I've quit the stuff.

RR: Really?

G: Yeah I dumped it. All my stash...I do still have a box of Honey-O's stashed away that's laced with Acid but...That's in case of emergencies.

RR: And what prompted this...Change?

G: Well not to give you a big head or anything but...It was you. If we're going to get serious about training you to be an officer...Your Captain should at least be clean.

RR: And sober?

G: Jesus Christ easy now, I haven't joined a bloody convent. [Yawns]

RR: So why are you tired?

G: That bloody ferret. I woke up last night to the thing lying on my face. I couldn't get back to sleep after that...It was too traumatising.

RR: At least he didn't eat your face.

G: Yet.

They walk in silence for some time

RR: I hope it's not too busy.

G: Awh no, I love the hustle and bustle. People from all corners of the Solar System, coming together to eat, drink and be merry.

RR: Here's the door.

Gino opens the Door to Galaxy burger and exclaims:

G: Behold!

The restaraunt is completely dead. Only one other customer is there. (ELIZABETH DANNIGAN) She is sat by herself eating.

RR: Wow...Real busy.

G: What the feck? It's Saturday night... This place should be hopping.

RR: I am detecting neither hustle...Nor bustle. Also...Behold? What are you... A medievil king?

G: Not enough people say 'Behold' anymore. I'm trying to bring it back.

RR: Okay...Well behold the line...Or lack thereof. Let's go get our food-eth good sir.

They walk to the cashier

G: Oh are we doing oldie talk now? L-O-L.

RR: O-M-G. Hastag YOLO.

G: [sighs] The olden days were stupid.

Cashier: Welome to Galaxy Burger, how can I help you this Astronomical day?

G: Eh, yeah what's the craic? C'mere it's feckin' dead here. What's going on?

Cashier: I'm sorry sir...I can't understand you.

G: What? I'm speaking English.

Cashier: Do you want... burger?

G: Good lord.

RR: Can I have a number 5 Tony Oz, 3 number 7s extra ketchup on one, a number 12 hold the claws, and a Primordial Soup with extra Trilobites please...To go.

G: Becks there's no way she understood-

Cashier: One 5, 3 7s extra red on one, one 12, declawed and one soup extra critters to go.

RR: Yes please!

G: What the feck?

Cashier: 34.50 please.

G: Jaysus...Bit steep.

Cashier: [slowly] 34.50 please!

G: [sighs] here.

Gino hands over the money

Cashier: [Poorly pronounced] Merci!

G: What? I'm not French!

Cashier: Please take a seat and your food will be over shortly!

G: Why is it so quiet?

[silence]

G: [sighs] Becks?

RR: Why is it so quiet?

Cashier: Oh...Well we tend to be pretty quiet around this time.

RR: At 6pm Saturday night?

Cashier: Oh! [laughs] You're still on Penthus time aren't you? We run on Voider time. It's actually 4am...On a Monday.

G: Oh...That explains it.

Cashier: I'll be right down with your meals.

The pair walk toward a table and sit down.

RR: Hey free newspaper.

G: The Galactic Gazzette...Bit of a rag but-

RR: Oh my god! [Reading headline] Serial Poisoner caught! Local shop owner Pearse Parthuns has been indicted for the poisoning of at least 17 people in Hybrax. The poisonings occurred when several joke bottles were tampered with, replacing the fake laxatives [not reading the paper] Oh they were fake? [back to reading] Replacing the fake laxatives with lethal cyanide capsules! The incident occured at Jesters Jokes!

G: Oh my god!

RR: I know right?! We gotta tell Peter!

G: What?! No, who cares? Look!

RR: What? Behind the old lady?

G: No [quietly] Do you know who that is?

RR: Who? Grandma over there?

G: She's like 40, what're you on about?

RR: Who is she?

G: That's Elizabeth Dannigan.

RR: Am I supposed to know who that is?

G: Elizabeth Dannigan? As in...The Dannigan of Dannigan's Run.

RR: Still lost buddy.

G: [Tuts] Young people. She's one of the most famous outlaws in the Galaxy. When she was 16 she stole a loaf of bread and led the inquisition on a 12 Light Hour Chase through the Castor-Pollux Binary System. When they caught her, they sent her to Shatterfrost....And she escaped! They then sent a posse of the best Officers the Inquisiton had at their disposal, and she shot them all dead. She's said to be the fastest gun anywhere. The Order literally pardoned her, so that she'd stop fucking with them.

RR: So, if she's so badass...Why is she sitting all alone staring at her Dodo burger at 4 am on a Monday morning?

G: Because she's...She's a renegade. A desperado. A Lone Star shining in a vast empty Vaccuum of autocracy and oppression.

RR: O-M-G you fanboy!

G: What?

RR: You didn't come up with that just there...You've thought that line before.

G: Okay I...I'll admit that I have a certain amount of reverence for her but-

RR: You've written fan fiction haven't you?

[silence]

RR: [grinning] Haven't you?

G: Okay...Maybe just a few musings...And poems...Novellas...Novels...Artwork and etchings...But nothing mad like.

RR: Okay...Freak.

G: She's the reason I became a space captain you know?

RR: You should tell her.

G: What?! No...[laughs nervously] Really? D'ya think? [pause] I can't! My hairs a state!

RR: Okay...But, the Galaxy is a pretty big place. Chances are you'll never get another chance to meet your hero...Ya melt.

G: Hey I taught you that word!

RR: Our food is almost ready. Time's ticking.

G: You know what? You're right. I'm going over there. Wish me luck.

RR: Good luck, and eh...You got some sleep in your eye just...There.

G: Where? Here.

RR: Yeah, and there.

G: Here? Okay, anywhere else?

RR: Over there too.

G: Right, is that all of it?

RR: Yeah, no...It's just everywhere man.

......

Ext. Bernard drilling on the asteroid. The drill fades in and continues for a short time Then, a garbled radio signal can be heard through Bernards communicator

B: What the feck?

The drilling stops

B: Hello?

Heavily distorted music comes through the speakery

B: How am I getting a signal?

Ghostly voice: Bernard.

B: [Jumps] What?! [Sighs] Feck sake.

Bernard presses the communicator button

J: [Through radio] WHAT?!

B: It's not funny Jilly.

P: See? Bernard thinks so too!

J: What are you talking about?

B: Pranking me on the radio.

J: For the last time Bernard...We are not pranking you!

B: Then what's Peter talking about?

P: Oh uh...Nevermind.

B: Eww.

J: Bernard you must be getting a radio signal from a ship nearby or something.

B: But there are no ships nearby.

J: Well then bloody space ghosts. I don't give a shit. Don't call again for 10 minutes.

Comms turn off

Quick cut to: Cockpit

J: Jesus he's...bloody clingy.

Jilly pours more champagne

J: Now go on...Keep going.

P: Okay...But you gotta promise not to laugh again.

J: Okay...I promise.

P: [clears throat] Brocolli is Green, my parents are mean, Sometimes I feel like...I'm in a dream. Potatoes have roots...I wish I did too. Nothing ryhmes with orange-

Jilly starts giggling

P: Jilly you promised!

Quick cut to: Bernard on the asteroid

B: [laughs weakly] Space ghosts. That's ridiculous.

The radio begins crackling. Distorted music begins playing

B: [sighs nervously] It's just a faint signal...Or a satellite that's gone adrift. I just need to finish this job, and I can go.

The radio grows louder, and more intense.

B: Jesus christ!

The radio suddenly cuts. Bernard stands in silence. He finally speaks.

B: Hello?

Ghostly Voice: Join us.

B: [Screams]

.....

Quick cut to Sonya, in her bedroom on her computer

S: Screaming half-heartedly]

RH: [On monitor] Oh come on now Sonya, you're not even trying.

S: [sighs then Screams again, slightly louder]

RH: Once more please.

S: [screams proper]

RH: That's more like it! Tell me...How do you feel?

S: Like a gobshite. I'd say all the ferrets are petrified.

RH: Ferrets?

S: Are we done with the scream therapy?

RH: Well yes...For now. I'm noticing alot of resistance Sonya...You're not normally so jaded by our sessions. Is something the matter? Your cycles perhaps?

S: Ew gross Dad no! Jesus Christ that's fecking personal!

RH: Melancholia then? I'm sure the life of an aimless steward can be a depressing and unfulfilling one.

S: Says who? You?

RH: Well it's no secret the average lifespan of independant cargo hauliers is a short one. It's one step above the Uranium mines of Elysium.

S: Are you saying this as my psychiatrist...Or my Father?

RH: There it is again... This barrier. Something's happened Sonya.

S: You're right Dad...Something has happened. In the past week I've been thrown in an airlock, held at gunpoint twice. I've been almost eaten, blown up, poisoned and shot...But none of that scared me as much as kissing Gino.

RH: You Kissed your superior officer?!

S:Way to show concern Dad. Yes...Yes I did. But do you know why it scared me? Because of you. Because I was petrified you'd drag it out of me...And be dissapointed in me. That's no way to live. As I was stress cleaning for this meeting...Something occurred to me. You've never told me you were proud of me...You never told me you loved me.

RH: Because I never wanted you to rest on your laurels. I wanted you to elevate yourself.

S: I started thinking about it and...I realised everything you did was to make me feel like I wasn't enough. Before I kissed Gino...I told him the story about those girls from school who found out about my mother...they found out from you...That was no accident was it? You purposefully set them against me, as your twisted way of making me work harder.

RH: It worked didn't it? You became a star academy graduate!

S: With more hang-ups than a broken telephone!

Jilly drunkenly barges in

J: Sorry Sonya...Daddy Sonya...Ehh we have a bit of a... situation?

S: What's wrong?

RH: Who's this?

J: Navigational officer Jilly Whelan at your...Business sir.

RH: Is she drunk?

S: [sighs] Dad, thanks for your concern...But I'm fine...For once, I'm actually fine...I don't think I'll be in need of your services again.

RH: But our time isn't up-

Sonya turns off the computer

S: What's going on Jilly?

J: Bernie isn't answering his Radio and he was...All over it a little while ago.

S: And you're interrupting me because...?

J: Well Peter can't work the controls and I...Am too drunk to drive.

S: Alright [sighs] I'm coming.

......

Gino emerges from the Galaxy Burger toilets having washed his face. He walks over to ELIZABETH DANNIGAN, he sits down in front on her.

G: Hi...My name's Weeno...Gino! I'm...I'm a big boy...Fan! I'm a big fan boy...Just fan...[sighs awkwardly] I'd shake your hand but it's wet. It's not...It's not urine or anything...I was washing my eyes...They have a bit of the aul...Gunk in them y'know yourself [sighs awkwardly]

ELIZABETH DANNIGAN (ED): Jesus Fucking Christ. Is this how you normally greet people?

G: I have etchings! Of you...Your body...No! Not like that.

ED: You're making me very uncomfortable.

G: [laughs awkwardly] No...It's...You're my hero. Feck [scratches eyes] My eyes are so itchy.

ED: Are you on drugs?

G: No...Well not anymore...I used to be fond of the aul [sniffs] Y'know yourself?

ED: You're tweaking.

G: Oh my god my eyes [scratches again]

ED: I'd like you to leave.

G: No...No. I'm not on drugs! It's probably just conjunctivitis! There was a ferret anus on my face last night!

ED: What the fuck?

G: I'm not...[mortified groan] It's my sister's pet and it...Crawls around the air ducts! I'm sweaty yes but...That's only because I'm nervous...I gave up the stuff! Come...Come back to my ship and I'll show you the cereal it'll prove everything!

ED: Okay...I'm going to put it to you like this.

ED shoves a sawnoff shotgun between Gino's legs.

G: [Squeals]

ED: Under this table is a 12 gauge sawn-off that I intend to use to rob this place. However, if you don't leave right now...I will stick this gun between your legs, pull the trigger and rob one of the other fine local eateries...So, what'll it be?

Bell rings

Cashier: Order up!

RR: Gino, our food.

G: [quickly] It's been a pleasure.

He grabs RedBekka

G: [Hurridly] Let's go.

RR: Relax dude, where's the fire?

Gino promptly grabs the food and leaves.

Walking back to the ship

RR: So...How'd it go?

G: Not...Great.

RR: Oh crap...Look!

G: 20 missed calls...Shit.

Shotgun blast, alarm rings

RR: What the fuck?

G: [sighs] Never meet your heroes kid...They'll just dissapoint you.

........

Ext: Bernard on the Asteroid. He is experiencing full blown delusions...Distorted music is swirling all around him. He can hear screams and voices.

B [delirious] : Hello? Hello! Who's there? Oh god.

Ghostly Voice: Bernard.

B: Who is that?! Show yourself.

GV: Join us Bernard.

B: Join you? Where are you?

GV: We're in the hills Bernard.

B: What? The Asteroid?

GV: Come Bernard...Join us on our journey. Stay with us forever. We love you Bernard...Take off your helmet.

B: What? No...No, I'll die.

GV: Join us...Your bones and ours...Take off your helmet and be with us forever.

B: Oh...Okay...I'll...I'll take it off.

GV: Yes...Join us.

B: I'll just...switch off my air.

Bernard disables his oxygen supply

B: I need to turn off that music...It's so loud...Oh...My radio's turned off...When did I do that? [laughs]

GV: No!

Bernard turns on the radio

Sonya comes through the radio

S: Bernard? Why have you turned off your oxygen supply?

B: The...Asteroid told me to.

S: He's delirious...Something's happened. Bernard hang on...We're nearly there. [away from mic] Peter...Hurry! Get that suit on!

B: Sonya...Is that you? I'm seeing black spots now...I feel a bit fuzzy...

S: Hang on Bernard!

B: I'm...I'm going to just sleep here.

S: Bernard! Bernard stay with us! Bernard we're nearly there! Hang on!

Sound fades out

......

Int: The cockpit of The Green Horizon

G: Bernard? Bernard?

B: [groans] Oh...My head...What happened?

G: You passed out.

S: Severe hypoxia. You were almost dead by the time Peter dragged you back.

G: What were you doing turning off your oxygen Bernie?

B: I...I'm not sure. It...Made sense at the time.

S: You said the Asteroid told you to do it?

B: Voices...I heard voices...And music.

J: Did you ingest anything Bernie?

B: No...Not since breakfast. I was holding off for my soup.

G: You've been out 12 hours Bernie, it's ice cold.

B: Well could someone heat it up? The only thing I've eaten all day is Gino's cereal.

G: Wait...The Bee Vigilant Honey O's that I stashed in the first aid locker?

B: Yeah?

RR: Isn't that the one laced with acid?

B: Laced with what?!

G: [laughs awkwardly] To be fair...They were mine.

B: So it was a bad acid trip?

S: Seems like...And you picked possibly the worst place possible to have one...Deep space.

J: It should be out of your system by now though.

G: Right well, Bernie rest up. We just picked up a haulage contract offer so...Me and Sonya need to work out the details.

B: What's the job?

S: Surprisingly benign. Supply run to a Generational Ship.

G: The Providence. Their Captain is waiting for us to call them actually so...Let's go Sonya.

RR: I'll go and heat up that soup for you.

B: Thanks Becks.

G: After that come up to the cockpit little miss, sit in on a real life cargo haulage contract negotiation.

RR: [sarcastic] I'll do my best to contain my excitement.

They leave, Jilly stays behind and Peter enters

P: Hey B, how you feeling?

B: Much better now Peter. Thanks for the rescue, I hope I didn't interrupt your date?

J: Actually...I've been meaning to talk to ye'e about that. I'm sorry for the way I was acting lads. I think I was a bit nervous.

P: Does that mean you won't laugh next time I read you my Vegetable Poems?

J: I can't guarantee that, but I'll try my best.

B: Apology accepted Jill. Now, if ye'e don't mind...I'd like to take advantage of everyones' good will, and get some sleep.

J: No bother, sweet dreams Bernard.

P: Bye buddy.

The door closes.

B: [sighs with relief]

Ghostly Voice: Bernard.

B: [Gasps]

END