DEAD RECKONING

An Original Series

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FADE IN:

EXT. DEEP SPACE — CONTINUOUS

Absolute silence. Stars hang motionless against black infinity. A single point of light drifts — barely perceptible — then resolves into:

ARES IV. A deep-space habitat vessel unlike anything that’s come before. Not sleek. Not cinematic. Functional. Bolted together. Lived-in. Three cylindrical modules connected by pressurized tunnels, two service bays hanging off the aft section like saddlebags. A small lander — the DESCENT MODULE, called “JENNY” by her crew — nestled against the forward docking collar.

The ship is 340,000 miles from Earth. Fourteen days into a twenty-eight-day transit to a Lagrange point survey station.

Everything looks fine.

It isn’t.

TITLE CARD: ARES IV MISSION — DAY 14 — 02:13 MISSION ELAPSED TIME

INT. ARES IV — CREW QUARTERS — CONTINUOUS

Three small bunks. Sleeping bags velcroed to the walls. The hum of life support.

MISSION COMMANDER PETRA VASQUEZ, 44, sleeps with the focused stillness of someone who has trained themselves to rest on command. A scar runs along her left jaw — old, healed, never explained. Her hands, even in sleep, are loosely curled, ready.*

In the bunk below, FLIGHT ENGINEER OSCAR “OZ” ODUYA*, 38, reads from a tablet, earbuds in. He mouths words silently — he’s learning Mandarin, again, for the fourth time, because space gives you long stretches of nothing and Oz hates nothing.*

The third bunk is empty. Sleeping bag unzipped and floating slightly.

INT. ARES IV — COMMAND MODULE — CONTINUOUS

SYSTEMS ENGINEER DR. NADIA COLE*, 36, sits alone at the primary console. She has the particular alertness of someone who drew the 0200 watch and is fighting it with coffee that stopped being warm forty minutes ago. Her hair is pulled back with a pencil — an actual pencil, wood and graphite, a quirk she’ll defend to anyone.*

She’s running a routine diagnostic on the environmental systems when:

A number blinks.

She stares at it.

Blinks back.

The number doesn’t change. Oxygen tank two pressure. It’s reading high. Not catastrophically — just… wrong. Outside the expected range by eleven percent.

NADIA (under her breath) That’s… hm.

She pulls up the secondary readout. Same number. She checks the sensor calibration log. Last verified four hours ago. Normal.

NADIA (CONT’D) (to herself) Okay. Okay, you’re probably just a bad sensor.

She makes a note. Flags it for morning review. Returns to her coffee.

Forty seconds pass.

A sound.

Not loud. Not dramatic. A sound like someone dropped a book in the next room. A single, dull concussive THUMP that travels through the hull and into the soles of her feet.

Nadia goes very still.

Every instrument on the board screams at once.

NADIA (CONT’D) (standing, voice controlled, barely) Commander. I need you up here.

Static on the intercom.

NADIA (CONT’D) (louder) Commander Vasquez, I need you in the command module right now.

She’s already pulling up system status. The numbers are wrong. All of them. Wrong in ways that don’t make sense together.

On the window behind her console:

Something drifts past. A vapor. A cloud. Catching the distant sunlight.

Nadia turns and looks at it for exactly two seconds.

Then she hits the general alarm.

SMASH CUT TO:

TITLE SEQUENCE: DEAD RECKONING

The title burns into the black like a brand.

ACT ONE

INT. ARES IV — COMMAND MODULE — CONTINUOUS

Petra arrives first — she’s already moving before she’s fully awake, which is a skill and also slightly terrifying to observe. She takes one look at Nadia’s face, then at the board, and her expression does something complicated and fast.

PETRA Talk to me.

NADIA I heard something. One impact, maybe internal, maybe structural. I don’t know. Then the board went — this.

Petra leans over the console. Her eyes move fast.

PETRA O2 tank two is reading zero.

NADIA It was reading high eleven minutes ago. I thought it was a bad sensor.

PETRA (no judgment, filing it away) What else.

NADIA AC bus two is offline. That’s taken out half my instrumentation on the secondary systems. I can’t tell you what’s real and what’s a ghost reading because of the power loss.

Oz appears in the hatchway, tablet still in hand, one earbud dangling.

OZ General alarm. That’s new.

PETRA Oz, I need you on propulsion and power. Right now.

OZ (already moving to his station) What happened?

PETRA Unknown. Nadia, get me Mission Control.

NADIA I’ve been trying. Comms are patchy — I’m getting signal dropout on the primary array. I think the antenna orientation shifted in whatever happened.

PETRA Whatever happened. Do we know what happened?

A beat. No one answers.

The fourth member of the crew arrives — DR. FELIX BRAND, 41, mission scientist, carrying his shoes. He puts them on while standing in the hatchway with the practiced efficiency of a man who has learned that emergencies don’t wait for you to be dressed.

FELIX I felt something in my sleep. Like the ship hiccuped.

OZ The ship hiccuped and now we have no AC bus two and O2 tank two is gone.

FELIX Gone.

OZ Reading zero.

FELIX That’s not — you can’t just —

PETRA Felix. Not now. Sit down, strap in, and let us work.

Felix sits. He straps in. He is not, by nature, a man who sits and straps in, but he does it.

OZ Petra. Fuel cells.

PETRA What about them.

OZ Fuel cell one is showing degraded output. Cell three is borderline. Cell two looks okay but I don’t trust anything right now because half my sensors are tied to AC bus two, which is —

PETRA Offline. I know. What’s our total power situation?

OZ We’re running on cells one and three at reduced capacity. If one of them drops out —

PETRA It won’t.

OZ Petra —

PETRA It won’t, because we’re going to manage it carefully. Can we take the load off one and three? Let them recover?

OZ If we disconnect two and route through —

PETRA Do it.

Oz works. His hands move with a kind of quiet authority — no wasted motion, no drama. Just competence.

NADIA I’ve got Mission Control. It’s breaking up but I’ve got them.

Static. Then a voice — distant, layered with interference:

FLIGHT DIRECTOR RUTH CHEN (V.O.) (over comms, fragmented) Ares IV, this is Houston. We’re seeing anomalies on your telemetry — can you confirm your status? Over.

Petra takes the handset.

PETRA Houston, Ares IV. We have a situation. O2 tank two reading zero. AC bus two offline. Fuel cells one and three showing degraded performance. We heard and felt an impact event approximately — Nadia, time?

NADIA Fourteen minutes ago.

PETRA Fourteen minutes ago. We do not have a confirmed cause. We are working the problem. Over.

Static. A long pause.

RUTH (V.O.) (fragmented) Copy that, Ares IV. Stand by. We are — [static] — all available personnel. Do not — [static] — the fuel cells until —

PETRA Houston, say again, you’re breaking up.

More static. Then:

RUTH (V.O.) Do not touch fuel cell two. Repeat — leave fuel cell two alone. Over.

PETRA Copy, Houston. Fuel cell two isolated. Over.

She looks at Oz. He nods — he’d already done it.

FELIX (quietly, to himself, looking at the numbers) The oxygen didn’t just go away.

PETRA Felix —

FELIX I’m not being dramatic, I’m being a scientist. Mass doesn’t disappear. If tank two is empty, the oxygen went somewhere. It either vented, or it —

He stops.

PETRA Or it what.

FELIX Or it detonated.

Silence.

OZ (very carefully) There’s a third option. The sensor is wrong.

FELIX Yes. That’s the third option.

PETRA Which is the one we’re going to work with until we have evidence otherwise.

FELIX Agreed. But we should probably — someone should look out a window.

Everyone looks at the window.

The vapor cloud they haven’t mentioned yet. Still there. Still drifting.

Petra crosses to the window slowly.

She stands there for a long moment.

PETRA Houston.

Static.

PETRA (CONT’D) Houston, Ares IV. I’m looking out the forward hatch window. We are venting something into space. I can see it from here. It’s — it looks like gas. It’s catching the sunlight. Over.

A beat.

RUTH (V.O.) (clearer suddenly, as if the antenna corrected) Copy your venting, Ares IV. Copy that.

OZ (low, to Petra) So it’s not a bad sensor.

PETRA (low, back) No. It’s not a bad sensor.

She turns back to the room. Three faces looking at her.

This is the moment. She can see it on all of them — the moment where they understand that whatever happened is real, and it happened to them, and they are 340,000 miles from the nearest help.

PETRA (CONT’D) Okay. Here’s what we know. We had an event. We lost oxygen from tank two. We’re venting something — gas, probably oxygen, possibly from a secondary reservoir. We have degraded power. We have partial comms. What we do not have is panic. Everybody clear?

Nods.

PETRA (CONT’D) Oz, I want a full power audit. Every non-essential system goes dark. Felix, I need you on life support calculations — how long can four people breathe on what we have left, and what’s the math on using Jenny’s reserves.

FELIX The lander.

PETRA The lander has its own O2 supply and its own power. If the main ship can’t sustain us —

FELIX We use the lander as a lifeboat.

PETRA I didn’t say lifeboat.

FELIX I know. But that’s what you mean.

A long beat.

PETRA Do the math, Felix.

He does.

Petra turns back to the window. The vapor cloud is thinning now — which could mean the venting is slowing, or it could mean whatever was there to vent is almost gone.

Her reflection stares back at her from the glass. Beyond it: the infinite dark.

PETRA (CONT’D) (to her reflection, barely audible) Tell me what you are.

END OF ACT ONE

ACT TWO

INT. MISSION CONTROL — HOUSTON — CONTINUOUS

A room built for exactly this.

Rows of consoles. Screens. The particular fluorescent hum of a place that never sleeps. The BIG BOARD at the front showing Ares IV’s trajectory — a line through nothing, a long way from everything.

FLIGHT DIRECTOR RUTH CHEN, 52, stands at the center console. She has the posture of someone who has been told bad news many times and has developed a physical vocabulary for receiving it — shoulders slightly forward, weight on the balls of her feet, like she’s permanently braced.*

Around her, a dozen FLIGHT CONTROLLERS work their stations. The room has the particular energy of controlled emergency — voices low, precise, no wasted words.

RUTH EECOM, talk to me about that venting.

EECOM CONTROLLER DARNELL WASHINGTON, 29, the youngest person in the room and almost certainly the most nervous, pulls up his display.*

DARNELL Flight, if it’s oxygen venting from tank two, it’s consistent with a rupture in the tank wall or the line leading to it. The quantity went from normal to zero in — I’m looking at the telemetry — eleven minutes and forty seconds.

RUTH That’s fast.

DARNELL Yes ma’am.

RUTH Too fast for a slow leak.

DARNELL Yes ma’am.

RUTH So something broke.

DARNELL Something broke. Or — Flight, there’s another possibility.

RUTH Say it.

DARNELL The tank didn’t rupture. It failed. As in — the structural integrity failed catastrophically. As in —

RUTH As in it blew.

A beat.

DARNELL The sensor that read high before the event — that’s consistent with a pressure buildup. If the tank was over-pressurized and the relief valve failed to cycle —

RUTH How does a tank get over-pressurized?

DARNELL (carefully) A heater malfunction. If the internal heater stayed on too long, built up pressure, and the sensor wasn’t reading accurately —

RUTH Could that take out AC bus two?

DARNELL If the explosion was large enough, it could have damaged the service module bay. Which contains the AC bus two hardware. Which would explain why we’re getting garbage readings on half their secondary systems.

Ruth stares at the big board for a moment.

RUTH How bad is this, Darnell?

DARNELL (honest) I don’t know yet. The numbers I’m seeing suggest they’ve lost a third of their oxygen supply and significant electrical generating capacity. If fuel cells one and three hold, they can sustain life support for — I’m estimating, Flight — maybe sixty hours at reduced consumption.

RUTH And the mission timeline to the survey station?

DARNELL Ninety-six hours.

The number lands.

RUTH Get me GNC. I want to know if they can turn around.

INT. ARES IV — COMMAND MODULE — LATER

The ship is darker now. Oz has powered down everything non-essential — several displays are black, the ambient lighting is reduced, the temperature is already dropping slightly. The ship feels smaller.

Petra is on comms with Houston. The connection is better now — someone on the ground has optimized the antenna alignment remotely.

RUTH (V.O.) Petra, we’ve been running numbers down here. We need to talk about your options.

PETRA I’m listening.

RUTH (V.O.) Option one: you continue to the survey station. Ninety-six hours. Based on what we’re seeing, that’s longer than your current life support can sustain four people on the primary systems.

PETRA What about using Jenny’s reserves to supplement?

RUTH (V.O.) That’s what option two is. You use the lander as a lifeboat — move the crew into Jenny, use her power and O2, and either continue to the station or —

PETRA Or what.

RUTH (V.O.) Or we fire the main engine and slingshot you back toward Earth. Best case, you’re home in eighteen days.

PETRA Best case.

RUTH (V.O.) We need to check the main engine status before we commit to that. If the explosion damaged the service module, we don’t know what else it took out.

Oz has been listening. He pulls up the engine diagnostics.

OZ Petra. Main engine is showing nominal. But.

PETRA But.

OZ The gimbal sensors on the primary nozzle are offline. AC bus two. I can fire the engine blind, but if the thrust vector is off by even a fraction of a degree over an eighteen-day burn —

PETRA We miss Earth entirely.

OZ We miss Earth by a lot.

Felix looks up from his calculations.

FELIX There’s a third option.

PETRA I’m aware of the third option, Felix.

FELIX The survey station has emergency life support reserves. It was designed as a shelter-in-place facility. If we can get there —

PETRA We can’t get there. That’s the problem.

FELIX We can’t get there on the main ship. What about Jenny?

A beat.

OZ The lander has her own propulsion. Short-range, but —

FELIX The survey station is at L2. If we’re already on a trajectory that passes within a certain distance —

PETRA Nadia. Pull up our current trajectory and the station’s orbital position.

Nadia works. Numbers appear. She stares at them.

NADIA We pass within… eleven thousand kilometers of L2 in seventy-one hours.

FELIX Jenny’s range?

NADIA (slowly) At maximum burn… fourteen thousand kilometers.

Silence.

FELIX That’s close.

OZ That’s not close enough.

FELIX It’s close.

OZ Felix, eleven thousand isn’t fourteen thousand. We’d need —

PETRA We’d need to adjust our trajectory. Use the main engine to close the gap. Then Jenny makes the final approach to the station.

RUTH (V.O.) (she’s been listening) Petra, I heard that. We’re running the numbers now. But I have to tell you — if you use the main engine to adjust trajectory and then the crew evacuates to Jenny, Ares IV continues on without you. You’d be abandoning the ship.

PETRA The ship isn’t the mission, Ruth.

RUTH (V.O.) Understood. But the ship has your comms array. The lander’s radio is short-range. Once you separate, we lose you until you reach the station.

A long beat.

PETRA How long is that window?

NADIA Once we separate… approximately nine hours of transit to the station.

PETRA Nine hours without comms.

RUTH (V.O.) Nine hours where we can’t help you.

Petra looks at her crew. Oz, who is doing math in his head. Felix, who is doing math on a screen. Nadia, who is looking at Petra with an expression that says: I will follow you wherever you point us.

PETRA Ruth. I need twenty minutes to talk to my crew.

RUTH (V.O.) You’ve got twenty. Houston out.

Comms click off. The four of them sit in the dim command module. The ship hums around them — quieter than before, but still alive.

PETRA I want to hear from everyone. No rank, no hierarchy. Just talk.

OZ The engine burn scares me. We don’t know the full damage picture. We could fire it and find out something else broke.

PETRA Acknowledged.

FELIX Not firing it scares me more. If we stay on the main ship and try to stretch the life support, we’re betting everything on the fuel cells holding and the O2 reserves lasting. If either of those fails —

OZ I know.

FELIX We die here, Oz. That’s the sentence I’m finishing.

OZ I know what the sentence is.

NADIA (quietly) Can I say something?

They look at her.

NADIA (CONT’D) I’ve been looking at the sensor logs. The one that read high before the event — the O2 tank two pressure sensor. It went high eleven minutes before the event. But there’s another sensor. The internal heater thermocouple for tank two.

PETRA What about it?

NADIA It’s been reading normal this whole time. Before the event, during, after. Perfect. Nominal. Not a flicker.

FELIX So the heater didn’t malfunction.

NADIA Or the sensor is lying. One of the two. And I can’t tell which.

A beat.

PETRA Why does that matter right now?

NADIA Because if the heater didn’t cause this — if it wasn’t a malfunction — then something else caused a catastrophic pressure failure in that tank. And we don’t know what. And if we don’t know what caused it, we don’t know if it can happen again.

The room gets very quiet.

OZ To tank one.

NADIA Tank one. Or the fuel cells. Or something we haven’t thought of yet.

PETRA (standing) Then we don’t stay on this ship longer than we have to.

She moves to the comms panel.

PETRA (CONT’D) Houston, Ares IV. We’ve made a decision.

RUTH (V.O.) Go ahead, Ares IV.

PETRA We’re going to execute a short trajectory correction burn, transfer the crew to the descent module, and make for the survey station. We’ll need your help calculating the burn parameters.

RUTH (V.O.) Copy that. Petra — I want you to know, whatever you need from us, we’re here.

PETRA I know, Ruth. But you should also know — Nadia found something in the sensor logs. The heater thermocouple for tank two is reading perfectly normal through all of this.

A pause from Houston.

RUTH (V.O.) You’re saying the heater didn’t cause it.

PETRA I’m saying the sensor says the heater didn’t cause it. I don’t know what that means yet. But someone down there should probably start thinking about it.

RUTH (V.O.) (slowly) Copy that, Ares IV. We’ll… look into it.

The way she says it. Carefully. Like someone who has just heard a sentence they’re not ready to finish out loud.

Petra notices.

PETRA Ruth. What is it?

RUTH (V.O.) (beat) Let’s get you to the station first.

PETRA Ruth —

RUTH (V.O.) One thing at a time. Houston out.

Comms click off.

Petra stares at the dead panel.

OZ What was that about?

PETRA I don’t know.

But she does. Or she’s starting to.

She looks at Nadia.

PETRA (CONT’D) Pack what you can carry. We move to Jenny in two hours.

The crew begins to move. Petra stays at the window one more moment.

The vapor cloud outside is gone. Whatever they lost is long gone into the dark.

She turns away.

PETRA (CONT’D) (to no one) One thing at a time.

INT. ARES IV — DOCKING TUNNEL — TWO HOURS LATER

A cramped cylinder, maybe four feet across. Supply bags float in the microgravity. The crew passes equipment hand to hand, ferrying it through the tunnel from the main ship into Jenny.

Oz and Felix work efficiently. Nadia passes a bag through and Felix catches it.

FELIX What did you bring?

NADIA Everything from the secondary data archive. All the sensor logs. Everything from before and after.

FELIX We’re evacuating a crippled spacecraft and you packed homework.

NADIA Someone blew up our ship, Felix. I want to know who.

Felix stares at her.

FELIX You think —

NADIA I think the heater sensor is too clean. I think normal sensors in an explosion show something. A flicker. A spike. A moment of chaos. This one just… sailed through it. Like it wasn’t there.

FELIX Like it was disconnected.

NADIA Or like it was replaced with a recorded feed. A loop.

A long beat.

FELIX That’s a very serious thing to say.

NADIA I know.

FELIX Have you told Petra?

NADIA Not yet. I want to be sure. And I want to be somewhere that isn’t this ship when I tell her.

She passes through the hatch into Jenny.

Felix floats there alone for a moment in the tunnel, between the dying ship and the lifeboat.

He looks back at Ares IV — its darkened corridors, its humming life support, its quiet.

Then he follows.

INT. JENNY — DESCENT MODULE — CONTINUOUS

Small. Cramped. Four couches arranged around a central console. Designed for short-duration operations, not four people for nine hours, but it will hold.

Petra is at the controls, running pre-separation checks. Oz is beside her.

OZ All four aboard.

PETRA Sealing the docking collar.

A series of mechanical sounds — locks engaging, seals pressurizing.

PETRA (CONT’D) Houston, Ares IV — correction: Houston, this is Ares IV descent module Jenny. We are sealed and ready for separation. Awaiting burn parameters. Over.

Static. Then:

RUTH (V.O.) Jenny, Houston. We have your burn parameters. Trajectory correction: twelve-second main engine burn, heading two-seven-three mark four. This will close your approach distance to L2 to approximately eight thousand kilometers. Jenny should make the station with fuel to spare. Over.

PETRA Copy, Houston. Twelve seconds, two-seven-three mark four. Initiating separation in T-minus sixty seconds.

She looks at her crew. They look back at her.

PETRA (CONT’D) (to the crew, quietly) This is going to work.

OZ Yeah.

PETRA I’m not asking. I’m stating.

OZ (small smile) I know. That’s why I said yeah.

The countdown runs. On the console, a small camera shows Ares IV’s main engine — dormant, waiting.

PETRA Houston, beginning engine prep. Arming main engine — *

She stops.

On the camera feed: the main engine bell.

There’s something wrong with it.

A section of the bell, lower left quadrant. Buckled. Warped. Not catastrophically — but enough.

PETRA (CONT’D) (very carefully) Houston. I’m looking at the main engine camera. Lower left quadrant of the nozzle. I’m seeing what looks like thermal deformation. Over.

A pause from Houston.

RUTH (V.O.) Can you describe what you’re seeing?

PETRA It looks like the bell warped. Heat damage, maybe from the explosion. Maybe pre-existing, I don’t know. If we fire the engine with a deformed nozzle —

RUTH (V.O.) The thrust vector will be off.

PETRA How far off?

A long pause. Much too long.

RUTH (V.O.) Petra. We’re running the models now. Stand by.

The sixty-second window passes. They don’t fire.

Another thirty seconds.

RUTH (V.O.) (CONT’D) Jenny, Houston. Based on the camera image, we estimate a thrust vector deviation of one point three degrees.

PETRA What does that give us for approach distance?

RUTH (V.O.) With a twelve-second burn and one-point-three degree deviation… your closest approach to L2 drops to approximately… twenty-two thousand kilometers.

Nadia closes her eyes.

Felix sets down the bag he’s been holding.

Oz says nothing.

PETRA Jenny’s range is fourteen thousand.

RUTH (V.O.) Yes.

PETRA We can’t make the station.

RUTH (V.O.) Not with the engine burn. No.

Silence aboard Jenny. The ship hums. Life support breathes.

PETRA Then what are our options, Houston?

The longest pause yet.

RUTH (V.O.) We’re working on it, Petra. We’re working on it.

And in that pause — in the space between the words — everyone in the tiny cabin understands something.

Mission Control doesn’t have an answer.

For the first time in the history of the Ares program, the people on the ground are as lost as the people in the sky.

PETRA (to her crew, quiet, steady) Okay. Then we work the problem.

She pulls out a pencil — her own, not Nadia’s. A habit.

She starts writing on her palm.

PETRA (CONT’D) What do we have. What do we know. What can we use.

The crew leans in.

Outside the window: the stars. Infinite. Indifferent. Gorgeous.

END OF ACT TWO

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INT. MISSION CONTROL — HOUSTON — CONTINUOUS

The room has gotten quieter. Not calmer — quieter. The kind of quiet that comes when everyone is thinking very hard.

Ruth Chen stands at the big board. The trajectory line for Ares IV. The position of L2. The gap between them.

Darnell approaches, tablet in hand. He looks like he’s carrying something heavy.

DARNELL Flight. I found something in the pre-mission hardware logs.

RUTH (not turning) Tell me.

DARNELL The heater thermocouple for O2 tank two. The unit that’s reading perfectly normal through all of this.

RUTH What about it.

DARNELL It was replaced during the pre-launch inspection. Six days before launch. The work order is logged. Routine maintenance, signed off.

RUTH So?

DARNELL The technician who signed off on it — (he checks the tablet) — her clearance was revoked three days before launch. She was escorted off the facility.

Ruth turns now.

RUTH Why was her clearance revoked?

DARNELL That’s the thing. The record just says “administrative review.” No detail. No follow-up. Someone closed it out.

Ruth stares at the tablet.

RUTH Who closed it out?

DARNELL That’s the other thing.

He turns the tablet toward her.

She reads the name.

Her face does something complicated and fast.

RUTH (very quietly) Lock this down. Nobody talks about this outside this room. Not until I make some calls.

DARNELL Yes ma’am. But — Flight — there are four people up there.

RUTH I know, Darnell.

DARNELL If this was deliberate —

RUTH I know.

DARNELL They need to know.

Ruth looks at the big board. At the trajectory. At the gap.

RUTH They need to get home first.

She picks up the phone. Dials a number that isn’t in the directory.

It rings once.

RUTH (CONT’D) (into phone) It’s Chen. We have a problem that isn’t the ship.

She listens.

Whatever she hears makes her close her eyes.

RUTH (CONT’D) I understand. But I’m telling you right now — whatever this is — I’m getting my crew back first. Everything else comes after.

She hangs up.

She looks at the board.

340,000 miles away, four people are figuring out how to live.

Down here, someone has been figuring out how to make sure they don’t.

Ruth Chen picks up the flight director’s headset and puts it on.

RUTH (CONT’D) (into comms, steady, clear) Jenny, this is Houston. We’re not done yet. Let’s talk about what you’ve got on that ship.

Static.

Then, Petra’s voice — calm, focused, alive:

PETRA (V.O.) Houston, Jenny. We’re listening.

Ruth allows herself one breath.

RUTH Good. Because we have an idea.

SMASH CUT TO BLACK.

END OF PILOT

DEAD RECKONING

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Next time on Dead Reckoning…

[OVER BLACK: the sound of an engine firing. Then silence. Then Nadia’s voice:]

NADIA (V.O.) The sensor didn’t fail. Someone made it look like it failed. That’s a completely different problem.

[A new voice — heard for the first time, cold, official:]

UNKNOWN (V.O.) The mission was insured for two-point-seven billion dollars, Flight Director. That’s a number that makes people do things.

[Petra’s voice, through static:]

PETRA (V.O.) Houston. We found something in Jenny’s cargo bay. Something that wasn’t on the manifest.

FADE OUT.

DEAD RECKONING — PILOT — “WHAT WE’RE VENTING”

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