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"Prometheus (2012) Extended.Fan.Cut.PROPER"
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I am a law
only for my kind,

I am no law for all.

I am a law
only for my kind,

I am a law
only for my kind,

I am no law for all.

Ladies and gentlemen,
our today's speaker...

TE Lawrence,

eponymously of Arabia,
but very much an Englishman

favored pinching a burning match
between his fingers to put it out.

When asked by his colleague,
William Potter, to reveal his trick...

how is it he so effectively
extinguished the flame

without hurting himself whatsoever,

Lawrence just smiled and said,
"The trick, Potter,

is not minding it hurts.

The fire that danced
at the end of that match

was a gift from the Titan, Prometheus,

a gift that he stole
from the gods,

who were terrified

of what we might do with it were it
to fall into our hairy little paws.

When Prometheus was caught

and brought to justice
for his theft,

the gods, well, you might say
they overreacted a little.

The poor man was tied to a rock

as an eagle ripped through his belly
and ate his liver over and over,

day after day,

ad infinitum.

All because he gave us fire,

our first true piece of technology:
Fire.

Such a very long time ago,

which begs the question

what have we done with it?

100,000 BC: Stone tools.

4,000 BC: The wheel.

800 BC: Sundial.

9th century AD: Gunpowder.

Bit of a game-changer, that one.

1441: The printing press

only slightly less impactful.

19th century: Steam engine.
Railway.

Eureka!
The light bulb!!

20th century:
The automobile, television,

nuclear weapons, space craft,
internet.

21st century: Biotech, nanotech,
fusion and fission and M-theory

and that was just the first decade.

We are now 3 months
into the year of our Lord, 2023.

At this moment in our civilization,

we're on the verge of terraforming
planets undiscovered just a decade ago.

We have identified the genetic chain
of events behind 98% of cancers.

A chain we have broken
effectively curing them.

We can create cybernetic individuals
who, in just a few short years,

will be completely indistinguishable from us.

Which leads to an obvious conclusion:

We are the gods now.

I haven't been struck down,
I'll take that to mean I'm right.

We wield incredible power.

The power to transform,
to destroy and to create again.

The question of course
before us is,

"What the hell are we supposed
to do with this power?"

or more importantly
one should ask,

"What are we allowed
to do with this power?"

The answer to that my friends...
is nothing.

Rules, restrictions, laws,
ethical guideline,

all but forbidding us
from moving forward.

Well, where were the ethics
during the Arabian conflicts?

Why are rules preventing us from
feeding impoverished cultures?

How is there a law that states

if we build a man
from wires and metal,

the man who will
never grow old,

who will never feel the heat of a star
or the cold of the moon,

how is the creation of such
an incredible individual considered unnatural?

The answer to all
these questions is simple.

These rules exist because
the people who created them

were afraid of what would
happen if they didn't.

Well, I am not afraid.

For those of you who know me,

you will be aware by now
that my ambition is unlimited.

You know that I will
settle for nothing short of greatness,

or I will die trying.

For those of you
who do not yet know me,

allow me to introduce myself:

My name is Peter Weyland.

And if you'll indulge me,

I'd like to change the world.

Get Charlie.

Dr. Holloway!

Charlie!

What?

Come quick!

Did you date it?

35,000 years.
Maybe older.

Hmm.

You gotta be kidding me.

It's the same configuration.

I mean, it's gotta predate
the others by millennia.

I think they want us
to come and find them.

Yeah.

What happened to that man?

He died.

Why aren't you helping them?

They don't want my help.

Their god is different
than ours.

Why did he die?

'Cause sooner or later,
everyone does.

Like Mummy?

Like Mummy.

Where do they go?

Everyone has their own word.

Heaven.

Paradise.

Whatever it's called,
it's someplace beautiful.

How do you know it's beautiful?

Because that's what
I choose to believe.

And what do you believe, Ellie?

Good morning, David.

Transmitting message.

No response.

Whilst this manner
of articulation

is attested in the
Indo-European descendants

as a purely paralinguistic form,

it is phonemic
in the ancestral form

dating back
five millennia or more.

Now let's attempt Schleicher's fable.

Repeat after me.

Hjewis

jasma

twaelna nahast

akwunsaz

dadrkta!

Hjewis, jasma, twaelna nahast,
akwunsaz, dadrkta.

Perfect.

- Mr. Lawrence?
- Yes?

Flimsy, sir.
Thank you.

You do that once too often.

It's only flesh and blood.

Michael George Hartley,
you're a philosopher.

And you're barmy.

Oh!
It damn well hurts.

Certainly, it hurts.

Well, what's the trick, then?

The trick, William Potter,
is not minding that it hurts.

"The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts."

"The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts."

Attention.

Destination threshold.

Attention.

Destination threshold.

Attention.

Destination thresh...

Robe.

How long?

Two years, four months, 18 days,

36 hours, 15 minutes.

Any casualties?

Casualties, ma'am?

Has anyone died?

No, ma'am.

Everyone's fine.

Well, then, wake them up.

Try to relax, Dr. Shaw.

My name is David.

Your mind and body
are in a state of shock

as a result of the stasis.

It's all right,
perfectly normal.

Ellie...

We're here, baby.

There, there.

Drink plenty of water.

Drink plenty of fluids.

Hydration aids muscle mass.

All crew, consume shakes

with high caloric content.

What the hell is that?

It's Christmas.

Need the holidays to show
time is still moving.

The last I checked,
time is always moving.

First trip into the deep, huh?

Mission briefing
is about to start, Captain.

Might want
to make your way down.

Well, I haven't had
my breakfast yet.

Don't you want to know
why we're here?

No, ma'am.

I just fly the ship.

Thought that's why
you people hired me.

T'is the season to be jolly, boys.

Is this seat taken?

Hi.
I'm Millburn, biology.

Nice to meet you.

Ingest protein packs provided...

Okay.

Look, uh, no offense,
but, uh...

I've been asleep two years.

I ain't here to be your friend.

I'm here to make money.

You got that?

Okay.

I bet 100 credits
it's a terraforming survey.

No, if it's a survey,
they would just tell us.

This is a corporate run.
They're not telling us shit.

Come on.

Hundred.

All right, you're on.

You look nervous, El.

I'll try to keep my feet
on the ground.

I know you will.

Good morning.

For those of you
I hired personally,

it's nice to see you again.

For the rest of you,
I am Meredith Vickers,

and it's my job
to make sure you do yours.

Okay, then.

On with the show.

Weyland Corporation.

Building better worlds.

Hello, friends.

My name is Peter Weyland.

I am your employer.

I am recording this
22 June, 2091.

And if you're watching it,

you have reached
your destination

and I am long dead.

May I rest in peace.

There's a man
sitting with you today.

His name is David.

And he is the closest thing
to a son I will ever have.

Unfortunately,
he is... he's not human.

He will never grow old,
and he will never die.

And yet he is unable

to appreciate
these remarkable gifts,

for that would require
the one thing

that David will never have...

a soul.

I have spent my entire lifetime
contemplating the questions:

Where do we come from?

What is our purpose?

What happens when we die?

And I have finally
found two people

who have convinced me
they're on the verge

of answering them.

Doctors Holloway and Shaw,
if you would please stand.

As far as you're concerned,
they're both in charge.

The Titan, Prometheus,

wanted to give mankind
equal footing with the gods,

and for that,
he was cast from Olympus.

Well, my friends, the time
has finally come for his return.

Doctors, please.

The floor is yours.

Okay.
Uh, wow.

All right.

Never had to follow
a ghost before.

Okay, let me show you
why you guys are here.

These are images
of archeological digs

from all over the Earth.

That's Egyptian,

Mayan, Sumerian, Babylonian,

that's Hawaiian there
at the end, then Mesopotamian.

Now, this one here
is our most recent discovery.

It's a 35,000-year-old
cave painting

from the Isle of Skye
in Scotland.

These are ancient civilizations.

They were separated by centuries,

they shared no contact
with one another, and yet...

The same pictogram, showing men
worshipping giant beings,

pointing to the stars,

was discovered
at every last one of them.

And the only galactic
system that matched

was so far from Earth
that there's no way

that these, these primitive,
ancient civilizations

could have possibly
known about it.

But it just so happens...

that that system
has a sun

a lot like ours.

And based on
our long-range scans,

there seemed to be a planet...

just one planet...
with a moon

capable of sustaining life.

And we arrived there
this morning.

So you're saying we're here
because of a map

you two kids found in a cave.

Is that right?

- No.
- Yeah.

Um...

No. Not a map,
an invitation.

From who?

We call them Engineers.

Engineers?

Do you mind, um,

telling us what
they engineered?

They engineered us.

Bullshit.

Okay, so, uh,

do you have anything
to back that up?

You know, I-I mean, look,
if you're willing to discount

three centuries of Darwinism,
that's...

Whoo!

But how do you know?

Hmm?

I don't.

But it's what I choose
to believe.

Doctors.

Miss Vickers would like
to have a quick word,

before the adventure begins.

Wow, nice place.

It's actually a separate module,

with its own
self-contained life support.

Air, food...

anything Miss Vickers would need
to survive a hostile environment.

Okay, so she lives
on a lifeboat.

Yes.

I do.

I like to minimize risk.

David, why don't you
make the doctors a drink.

I'll take a vodka.

Up.

Charlie, look.

It's a Pauling Med-Pod.

They only made
a dozen of these.

Miss Shaw.

Please verbally state
the nature of your injury.

Please don't touch that.

It's a very expensive
piece of machinery.

It does bypass surgery.

What do you need it for?

I think there might be
some confusion

about our relationship.

Weyland found you impressive
enough to fund this mission,

but I'm fairly certain your Engineers
are nothing but scribblings

of savages living in
dirty little caves.

But let's say I'm wrong,

and you do find
these beings down there.

You won't engage them,
you won't talk to them,

you will do nothing
but report back to me.

Um, Miss Vickers,
is there an agenda

that you're not telling us about?

My company paid
a trillion dollars

to find this place
and to bring you here.

Had you raised the monies
yourself, Mr. Holloway,

we'd happily be pursuing
your... agenda.

But you didn't.

And that makes you an employee.

But if we,
if we can't make contact,

why did you, why did you
even bring us here?

Weyland was a superstitious man.

He wanted a true believer
on board.

Cheers.

So, no response.

I'm sorry, no.

Maybe they didn't understand it.

How are your lessons going, David?

I spent two years deconstructing

dozens of ancient
languages to their roots.

I'm confident I can
communicate with them,

provided your thesis is correct.

Provided it's correct.

That's good.

That's why they call it
a thesis, Doctor.

What are you smiling about?

All right, Mr. Ravel,
Mr. Chance, let's take her down.

- Roger that.
- Yes, Captain.

Descent trajectory mapped.

How we doing?

Great.

All right, boss.

All personnel,
this is the Captain.

Brace for entry.

Yes, Captain.

That means you too, Vickers.

All systems online.

What is the atmosphere?

Atmosphere is 71% nitrogen,

21% oxygen,

traces of argon gas.

Whoa, now that's weather.

Just like home.

Only if you're breathing
through an exhaust pipe.

CO2's over three percent.

Two minutes without a suit,
you're dead.

Peak, port side...

Whoa, 52,000.

Makes Everest look like
a baby brother.

All right, take us around.

Gonna use that
as our point of entry.

Terrain data rezzing up.

We got a couple of hard spots.

Could be metal.

No radio, no heat source.

Nobody's home.

"There is nothing in the desert,

and no man needs nothing."

What was that?

Just something
from a film I like.

Let's go through that gateway.

Reduce air speed
by a hundred knots.

Going through.

Nice and slow.

Keep it steady, boys.

There.

No, what are you doing?

Dr. Holloway, why
don't you take a seat.

Okay...

Right there.

God does not build
in straight lines.

Starboard side, this valley!

Captain, do you think
you can put us down there?

Yeah, I wouldn't be any good
if I couldn't do that.

Mr. Ravel,
starboard 90 degrees.

One mile, port bow.

One mile, port bow.

Engage landing sequence.

- Switch to manual.
- Commence landing.

- Easy does it.
- Roger that.

Yeah, baby, yeah.

Bringing her down in five...

- Preparing to fire RCS thrusters.
- ...four...

...two...
Easy does it.

Generator systems are inactive.

Temperature is at 2.725 K.

Isotherm evaluation in progress.

Plant cover is minimal.

Captain,

would you please tell
the survey team to suit up

and meet us in the airlock.

There's only six hours left
of daylight.

- Why don't you leave it till the morning?
- Oh, no, no, no.

It's Christmas, Captain,

and I want to open my presents.

You, boy,
you're coming with us.

I'd be delighted.

Attention,
ramp will open in five minutes.

Hey, Jackson,

what's that for?

Expedition security.

My job's to make sure
everybody's nice and safe.

This is a scientific expedition.

No weapons.

All right, then.

Good luck with that.

Core body temperature 98.6.

David, why are you
wearing a suit, man?

I beg your pardon?

You don't breathe, remember?

So, why wear a suit?

I was designed like this,
because you people are

more comfortable
interacting with your own kind.

If I didn't wear the suit,
it would defeat the purpose.

They're making you guys
pretty close, huh?

Not too close, I hope.

Attention,

ramp will open in 15 seconds.

- Ramp will open in five,
- Good luck.

...four, three, two, one.

Hey...

this is just one small
step for mankind.

Seriously?

Whoo!
Come on!

You ready to do this?
I know you are.

Hey, Fifield,

I want a spectrograph
on that structure.

I want to know if it's natural

or if somebody put it
there, all right?

I can't tell you
if it's natural or not.

But what I can tell you is,
it's hollow.

Prometheus...

are you seeing this?

Affirmative.

We see it.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Let's do it.

Barometric pressure: 29.92.

- After you.
- After you.

- Okay.
- Careful.

Prometheus, we're going in.

Copy that.

What's back here?

Some kind of a corridor?

Mr. Fifield, let's
get a grid of the structure.

I want the whole interior.

If there's anything
in here worth looking at,

these pups will find them.

"Pups"?

Yeah, pups.

My pups.

Prometheus, we're now mapping.

Copy that.

Never seen anything like this.

Well, I'll be damned.

Fifield, you got a read?

Yeah, uh, pups are saying,
"This way."

Look at this.

Oh, Charlie.

Jesus.

Sunlight's heating the water.

Check out the humidity.

Yeah.
And look at the CO2 levels.

Outside, it's completely toxic,

and in... in here,
there's nothing.

It's breathable.

What are you doing?

- Charlie, don't be an idiot.
- Babe, don't be a skeptic.

Right, there's something
generating an atmosphere.

David?

Dr. Holloway is correct.

Cleaner than Earth, actually.

They were terraforming here.

- Please, don't do that...
- Look, Ellie...

- Charlie, please don't.
- Ellie, I'm not wearing this thing anymore.

- Holloway, do not depressurize.
- Wish me luck, baby.

Do you copy?
Do not remove your headgear.

Whoo!

You crazy bastard.

Prometheus, connect our suit cameras

if you want to continue
watching this freak show.

We are taking our helmets off.

Copy that.
Switching feeds.

Well, come on.

Pay up.

Pay, pay what?

What do you mean, "pay what"?

Something's manufacturing
breathable air down there.

That, mate, is terraforming.

No, no, no, no.
The bet was why we came here.

If you said the dead old man

wanted to talk to Martians,
then I'd pay you.

Oh, come on!
A hundred credits.

Put it towards a lap dance
with Miss Vickers.

How about that, eh?

Oh my god.
Oh my god.

Guys.

Oh my god.
Oh my god.

Ellie.
You'd want to see this.

Look at this.
Look at this beautiful thing.

In all the systems we've ever cataloged,
we've never found anything

larger than bacteria.

But this...

This is life.
We found life.

Come here, baby, come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Our first alien.

I guess we're really lucky
we brought you, little bun biology.

It's minus-12 in here.

So why is this water not frozen?

Maybe it ain't water.

Maybe it's Martian piss.

That's your, um,

scientific theory,
is it, Mr. Biology?

Well, whatever it is,
it sure is collagenous.

Some kind of sediment, perhaps.

Impressive.

Huh?

Uh, what was that?

David?
David?

What is that?

David?

Ellie!

What the hell was that?

Oh, I'm really glad
we didn't bring any weapons.

Come on, El.
Let's go.

Whose idea was that?

Keep up!

Come on!

Where did he go?

Wait, wait.

There it is.
There it is.

There it is. Ellie.

Oh, my God, Charlie.

We found them.

What do you mean "them"?

It is them, Ellie.

Looks like a door,

and he's been
decapitated by it.

Son of a bitch.

They were right.

What, did you want them
to be wrong?

David, please tell me
you can read that.

Perhaps.

No, I'm, uh,
I'm out of here.

Hey, Fifield,
where are you going?

What?

Look, I'm just a geologist.

I like rocks...
I love rocks!

Now, it's clear you two don't
give a shit about rocks.

But what you do seem to care
about is gigantic dead bodies.

And as I don't really have anything
to contribute in the gigantic

dead body arena...

I'm gonna go back to the ship,
if you don't mind.

Anyone want to join me, eh?

You staying?

Uh...

No, ship's good.

Yeah.

Ship very good.

Congratulations
on meeting your maker.

Thank you.

Pull yourself together, man.

And I thought you
were the crazy one.

Do you have the carbon reader?

Thank you.

How long has it been dead?

2,000 years, give or take.

What are you doing, David?

I'm attempting to open the door.

Wait.

We don't know
what's on the other side.

Oops.
Sorry.

Look, Ford.

It's the head.

An amazing state of preservation.

- We'll take it in.
- Yeah.

Remarkably human.

Beautiful painting.

It's a mural.

Stop.
Stop.

Don't touch it.

Sorry.

Please, don't touch anything.

Sweating.

Organic.

Oh, no.

Charlie,
the murals are changing.

I think we've affected
the atmosphere in the room.

Charlie, do you copy?

Oh, the head.

Ford, quick,
help me bag the head.

Boss.

What you got?

We got an incoming storm front.

Silica and, uh,

lots of static.
This is not good.

I see it.

Ground crew, this is Janek.

I need you to hustle back
right now.

Ground crew, do you copy me?

I got 200-kilometer winds
of airborne silica

and enough static
to fry your suit.

Copy that, sir.

But we need more time here.

I'll be closing the outer doors
in 15 minutes.

I sincerely hope
you can make it.

Charlie!
David!

We must leave now.

This is just another tomb.

David!

- On three.
- Two, three, up.

Let's go!

Easy, easy, easy.
Careful.

David, we are leaving!

Come on.

Damn it,
they've already taken off.

Come on, let's go.

Get in.
Get in.

Prometheus to ground crew.
You're running out of time.

I repeat,
you're running out of time.

All right, come on.
Let's go.

Go faster!

- Charlie, the head!
- Close the door! Get in here!

Ellie, no!
What are you doing?

Shut the hatch!
You got to close your door!

Hatch closure in five seconds.

Shit.

Damn it!
Hold on!

Goddamn it.

Door closing!

Ellie, don't move!

Charlie!

Grab my hand!

No!
No, Ellie!

Ellie!

Got it.

Decontamination at level three.

So, what was that, Ellie?
Huh?

You could have compromised
the entire mission,

not to mention almost killing yourself.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Thank you, David.

My pleasure.

All right, doctors,
it's real good to have you back,

but where's Millburn and Fifield?

Aren't they back yet?

- Get them up for me.
- All right.

- Hey, what's that?
- What?

Here.
See.

I don't know.
- What is that?

What're you doing?

- Oh, don't pick it up.
- Why?

It's like breaking apart.

Oh my god.

What're you doing?

Oh.

Looks like skin or something.

Let's just leave it alone now,
come on.

Millburn, just...
just go, yes?

We've been here before, Fifield.

I don't know.
All looks the same to me.

Boys, this is the Captain.

Listen up.

Between the static electricity
and the wind speed,

well, there ain't no safe way
to come get you.

What?

Now, the temperature
is dropping rapidly,

so get your helmets on
and stay warm

until the storm passes.

Captain, can you get a message
to the scientist

and that zealot
girlfriend of his?

- Mm-hmm.
- You got a pen nearby?

No, no.
Think we got it.

Tell them I said... ... themselves.

- Copy?
- Copy that.

All right, boys,
well, keep your head down

and we'll come get you
in the morning.

Well, which way now, huh?

All right.

Well, which way, huh?

A woman in Africa told me
the story how the world came to be.

She said...

First there was the sun.

But it had no one to shine on.

So, the sun made man.

And man looks up
at the sun and asked.

Why did you make me?

And the sun said,
"Because I was alone."

My whole life, I've been looking
for what we've found today.

We're not alone anymore.

Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Well do me a favor,
next time you see a storm

run the other way.

I dropped my head.

Well, as much as I respect
your suicidal passion,

why the hell did you
go back for it?

Because it proves that we're here.

It's the only way we can
find out what killed them.

Hey, who cares
what killed them, right?

- What's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?

- Yeah.
- Ellie.

They're all dead.

So, so, so...

So, that means that
we all are alone.

Doctors.

The specimen's prepped.
We're all ready for you.

Specimen, mm-mm.
No.

No, Ellie.
I didn't come all this way for...

... for an autopsy.

Remember we were supposed
to talk to them.

So...

Okay, sample is sterile.
No contagion present.

David.

So, are they all dead?

What?
Who?

Your Engineers.

Are they all dead,
or aren't they?

I don't know.

We just got here.

Scan.

Do you even care
if they're all dead?

Weyland cared.

Dr. Shaw.

Have a look at this.

- That's not an exoskeleton.
- No.

I think it's a helmet.

- Let's see if we can lift it up.
- Yeah.

We should be able
to pry this open.

It's too heavy for us.

David?

Careful.

Like so.

What...
what is that on its head?

It looks like new cells.

- In a state of...
- Change.

Yes.

Changing into what?

Can you run a stem line
into the locus coeruleus?

I-I think we can trick
the nervous system

into thinking it's still alive.

- 30 amps.
- Okay.

No more.

Let me make an incision.

Okay.

Go up 40.

Okay, 40 up.

Did you see that?

- Yes.
- Yeah. See?

Go up another ten.

Okay, up ten.

Maybe it's a little bit too...
too much.

- Jesus.
- Go down ten.

- Okay, down ten.
- Down another 20.

I am.
Okay, I'm trying.

- I'm trying. It's not going down.
- Full down.

Ford, stop it.

Oh, God.

David, contain it!
Now!

Contain it?
Turn it off now!

Oh, God.
The smell.

Oh, God, look at that.
Look at that.

It's getting worse.

Mortal after all.

Ford, take a sample.

Let's have a look.

No, sir.
I will take care of it.

Yes, sir.
Understood.

I'm sorry.

Fortunately, slightly premature.

Of course, sir.

Miss Vickers.

What did he say, David?

I don't think he'd want me
to tell you.

What did he say?

I'm sorry.
That's confidential.

So help me God,

I will find the cord
that makes you run,

and I will cut it.

What did he say?

He said...

"Try harder."

Cup of tea, ma'am?

Genetic view.

Okay.

Let's have a look at its DNA.

Isolate the strand.

Okay.

Compare it to the gene sample.

Yeah.

Overlay.

Processing.

Processing.

DNA match.

Oh, my God.

It's us.

It's everything.

What killed them?

"Big things have small beginnings."

Am I interrupting?

I thought you might
be running low.

Pour yourself a glass, pal.

Thank you, but I'm afraid
it would be wasted on me.

Oh.
Oh, right.

I almost forgot
you're not a real boy, huh?

I'm very sorry
that your Engineers

are all gone, Dr. Holloway.

You think we wasted our time
coming here, don't you?

Your question depends
on me understanding

what you hoped to achieve
by coming here.

What we hoped to achieve
was to meet our makers.

To get answers.

Why they...

Why they even
made us in the first place.

Why do you think
your people made me?

We made you 'cause we could.

Can you imagine how disappointing
it would be for you

to hear the same thing
from your creator?

I guess it's a good thing
you can't be disappointed, huh?

Yes.

It's wonderful, actually.

May I ask you something?

Please do.

How far would you go

to get what you came
all this way for?

Your answers.

What would you be willing to do?

Anything and everything.

That's worth drinking to,
I'd imagine.

Here's mud in your eye, pal.

Good health.

It's those things.

Are they real?

Of course, they're real.

Jesus Christ.

Look at the pile.

Look how high up they are.

Yeah, looks like they
were running from something.

Okay.

Don't touch, okay?

I mean, this thing is
opened up from the inside.

Almost like it exploded.

Looks like a scene out some sort
of holocaust painting, you know?

Well...

So, whatever killed them
is long gone, right?

Millburn, Fifield, this is Prometheus.

What is your position?

Prometheus, this is Millburn.
Uh...

We are at 740-1477.
Why?

Just got a ping
about one click west of you.

What-what do you mean, "a ping"?

Well, whatever that probe

is picking up,
it's not dead.

It's reading a life-form.

What...?

Okay, what do you mean,
"a life-form"?

Is it... is it moving?

No, I don't think so.

Uh, Captain, you're, uh...

you're obviously not seeing,

uh, what we're seeing down here.

But if you were, you wouldn't be
talking about a bloody ping, yeah?

I know, boys.

Your signal has been
coming in sporadically

since the storm hit.

That's no good
to us down here, Captain!

Is it...
Is it moving?

Are these things moving?

No.

No, it just disappeared,
actually.

Must be a glitch.

What do you mean, "a glitch"?

All right, boys.

Sleep tight.

Try not to bugger each other.

Captain, what do you mean,
"a glitch"?

Millburn, what-what...
what does he mean?

Wait.

He said...
He said...

one click west?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Now, we...

we don't want to go check
that out, do we, huh?

Shit, no.

So, where are we going to go?

East.

Yeah, east.

Fucking glitch, man.

Pings, glitch, life-form.
What the fuck?

You're drunk.

Hi.

You're embarrassing, Charlie.

Wow.

You know, he seemed
pretty scared for a ghost.

He's not a ghost.

Oh yeah, what is it?

It's a recording.

Some kind of videolog.

We must have triggered it
when we came in.

So, let me ask you a question.

How come there's not
a "recording" of...

whatever was chasing it?

Look at him.

He knew he was
about to die.

Mm.

Maybe nothing was chasing him.
Maybe.

Maybe there was an outbreak.

What is that based on, Ellie?

I've seen it before.

This isn't Africa, Ellie.

It's outer space.

I saw his head explode.

- A couple of hours ago.
- Uh-huh.

I know infection when I see it,
Charlie. You know that.

There was something inside it.
Something on a cellular level,

maybe even genetic.

Who cares, honey.

It doesn't matter, okay?

It's not why we came here, Ellie.

And finding out what killed a bunch
of god damn aliens 2,000 years ago,

it changes nothing.

What-What do you want to change?

You... You saw that face

- underneath that helmet, Ellie.
- Yeah. Yeah.

They are not gods.

We're just some experiment.

And the Earth was
a god damn petri dish.

That's it.

You're never going to prove that
with a bunch of 2,000 year old mummies.

Okay. Okay.
Okay.

Okay, fine.
So, why are you here, huh?

What did you travel light years
to get here, to ask for, huh?

What, for the meaning of life?

What, for forgiveness
for your sins, hm?

Or, or maybe to ask god
why he traded you for your mom.

Or, or maybe uh...

Maybe to ask him
why he took your father?

Elizabeth, I'm sorry.
Stop it.

Stop.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

How much longer
is this gonna take?

I don't know.

I'm just the captain.

That thing sounds like
a dying cat, by the way.

I'll have you know
that this "thing"

once belonged to Stephen Stills.

Am I supposed to know
who that is?

You know...
if you want to get laid,

you really don't have to pretend to
be interested in the pyramid scan.

I mean, you could just say,
"Hey, I'm trying to get laid."

I could,
I could say that, right?

But then,
it wouldn't make sense

why I would fly myself
a half a billion miles

from every man on Earth if
I wanted to get laid, would it?

Hey, uh, Vickers.

Hey, Vickers.

I was wondering...

Are you a robot?

My room.

Ten minutes.

Well, if you can't be

With the one you love

Love the one you're with...

Love the one you're with.

Millburn,
what's all this black stuff?

Mmm!

Gazpacho.

Is that tobacco?

- Huh?
- Is that tobacco in your respirator?

Yeah, sure.

Tobacco.

On behalf of scientists everywhere,

I am ashamed to count you
amongst us, Fifield, really.

Hey, Millburn.

- Yeah?
- You see this thing?

What do you think
this thing was, huh?

Some kind of a god?

Something they worshipped, or what?

- I don't know. Kind of looks like a...
- What's that?

- What the hell is that?
- Oh! Oh, my God. Okay.

- Okay. Just stay calm. Stay quiet.
- Jesus, Millburn!

- What is it?
- This is okay.

I can handle this.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Uh, come in, Prometheus.

Uh, we have a elongate
reptile-type creature.

Maybe, maybe 30, 40 inches,
with transparent skin.

And it's beautiful.

Just gonna..
Okay!

- Whoo! Whoo!
- Ooh.

Jesus.

Prometheus, we have two.

Look at you.

Look at you, baby.

Jesus, look at
the size of that! What is it?

- Look at...
- You need to stay calm, okay?

What's there to be calm about?

You need to stay calm,
'cause she is beautiful.

"She"?

What the hell makes you
think that's female?

Yeah, she's a lady.
Look.

Hmm?

Ooh.

Hey.

She's mesmerized.

Come here, baby.

Come here.

Come here...

Okay, it's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Hey, baby.

Oh!

You're strong!

Maybe you should
help me now, okay?

- Shit!
- Get it off, man, okay?!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Come here, man!

- For God's sakes!
- I ain't touching that!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
It's getting tighter.

I ain't touching it.
I don't want to touch it!

Touch the thing, man!
For God's sakes, don't be...

God, you're making it worse!

It's tightening!
It's tight...

It's breaking my arm!
It's breaking my arm!

Shit!

Cut it off!

Cut it off!

Cut it off! Cut it off!
Cut it off!

Ah, shit!

Oh, my God!
Oh, Jesus!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

It's in my suit!
It's in my suit!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Shaw, you up?

Yeah, what's up?

All right, storm's passed,

but can't reach Millburn
or Fifield on the comm.

Taking a few men down,
see if I can rustle them up.

Okay.
Uh...

any idea where they are?

Well, last time they radioed in

was just outside
where you found your head.

Okay, we're coming.

All right.

Chance, coming with me.

- Come on.
- All right, boss.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.
I think I...

just hung over.

You sure?
You're warm.

I'm fine...

Ravel, did you fix that glitch?

No, Captain,
it's got to be in the hardware.

What glitch, Captain?

One of them probes
picked up a life-form.

Pops up every hour or so for a couple
of seconds, and then it's gone.

I can find the probe
and fix it for you, if you like.

Knock yourself out.

Ramp will open in three...

- Be careful, Doctors.
- ... two... one.

Fifield?!

Millburn?!

All right, come on down.

David?

Are you alone?

Yes, Miss Vickers.

Uplink your feed to my room.

Copy.

You son of a bitch.

You cut me off.

Oh.
What is this?

Charlie?

I just tripped.

Oh, my God,
you're sick, Charlie.

I'm okay, baby.
Come on.

Fifield?

Millburn?

Hey, Chance.

I wouldn't touch
that if I were you.

Dr. Shaw?

Yeah?

Do we have any idea what is
oozing out of these vases?

No.

They weren't like this
last time we were here.

Captain?

What?

- Who is it? Which one?
- Fifield.

- Who is it?
- No, it's Millburn.

- Ellie...
- I don't...

- Don't touch him. Hold on.
- Hey, Ellie?

- Don't touch him.
- Ellie, honey.

Charlie, what's wrong?

Hi, hey, I need you to,
I need you to look at me, okay?

You, you know infections, so,
what do you, what do you see?

This is not good, baby.

You look at me,
you tell me what you see.

Oh, my God.

- Captain...
- Ford, get over here.

- It's okay. Janek?
- Not the way you're looking at me.

- What?
- We have to go now!

- What do you see, baby?
- We got a man down here, Shaw.
- Honey, what do you see, huh?

Holloway's sick.

He's... he's not good.

I see a movement
in his esophagus.

Oh my God!
What was that?!

- Come on, baby.
- No, I'm okay.

Janek!
Come over and help me!

- I'm okay, I'm okay.
- Ford, get over there.

- What's happening over there?
- Easy, easy.

- I'm okay.
- Let's go!

- Help me with him.
- I'm okay.

- I got you.
- I can do this, Captain.

- We're gonna get you out of here.
- I can do this.

- Prometheus, come in.
- Watch your head.

Okay. I'm okay.
Okay.

- Holloway!
- All right, get him up, get him up.

- Come on.
- Prometheus, come in.

Is anyone there?

- Help him!
- This is Vickers.

I need a medical team
standing by the airlock.

- Full quarantine fail-safe.
- Come on, people!

Holloway's sick.

Sick with what?

- Just do it.
- Let's get him back to the ship.

It's not safe down here.

- Charlie?
- I'm suiting up.

- Charlie?
- What's going on? Talk to me.

- Move!
- What was that thing back there?

Let's go! Let's go!
People!

- Janek!
- We got to move. We got to move.

We could all be infected now.

Ellie...

- He don't look too good.
- Well, did he catch something down there?

- We had our helmets off. What if...?
- I don't know.

Prometheus, this is Janek.

Make sure that
back door is open.

All right, Captain.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

Come on!

Please!

I can't see you but I know
you can hear me, you tin can.

Now, report.

Yes, Miss Vickers.

Better get your ass
back here right now.

These idiots are about
to infect my ship.

Of course.
Right away.

I do apologize.

Technical difficulties.

Have you located your objective, David?

I believe I have.

It's time.

Vickers, why is
that door not open?

Vickers, that is an order!

- Get that goddamn door open!
- Honey, I'm sick.

Look at me, okay?
It's too late.

- I'm sick.
- No, it's not. Come on!

Ford, help me!

Airlock crew, if you
can hear me, this is Janek.

Open that back door right now!

Hold that door!

Prometheus, do you copy?

Goddamn it, open that door!
That is an order!

Open it.

What the hell is this?

He's not coming on board.

- Vickers, this is a sick man.
- Baby, come on.

I can see that! That's why
he's not coming on my ship.

Chance, get over here!

Please!

We can still help him!

Help yourself.

Everybody but Holloway,
back on this ship now.

I won't leave him.

Then stay.

- Wait a minute.
- Please.

We can contain him,
put him on the Med-Pod.

Please don't do this.

It's okay, Ellie.

Vickers.

What are you doing?

- I love you, baby. I love you.
- No.

I'm telling you, stay back!

- Do it.
- Stay back!

No!
No, Charlie!

- Do it. Do it.
- No!

No!

Ford!

- No!
- Ford, get over here!

No!

Charlie!

No!

My deepest condolences.

I'm going to have to take this.

It may be contaminated.

If there's a contagion,
we were all exposed.

You-You need to...
we need to run blood work

on everyone who set foot
in the pyramid.

Yes, of course.

Yes?

I understand how
inappropriate this is...

...given the circumstances,

but, as you ordered
quarantine fail-safes...

...it's my responsibility to ask.

Have you and Dr. Holloway had
any intimate contact recently?

Since you and he were so close,

I just want to be as
thorough as poss...

My, my.

You're pregnant.

Wha... what?

From the look of it,
three months so.

No, that's impossible.

I can't be pregnant.

Did you have intercourse
with Dr. Holloway?

Yes, but ten hours ago.

There's no bloody way
I-I'm three months pregnant.

Well, Doctor,

it's not exactly a traditional fetus.

I want to see it.

Don't think that's a good idea.

David, I want to see it.

Now, Doctor...

I want to see it.

I want it out of me.

I'm afraid we don't
have the personnel

to perform a procedure like that.

- Our best option is...
- I want it out.

...put you back into cryostasis

until we return to Earth.

Please, get it out of me.

Get it out of me!

Please.

It must be very painful.

Here, let me give you something.

That's it.
There, there.

Someone will be along shortly

to bring you back to Cryo Deck.

Must feel like
your God abandoned you.

What?

To lose Dr. Holloway

after your father died under
such similar circumstances.

What was it that killed him?

Ebola?

How do... how do you know that?

I watched your dreams.

Are you here to file a report?

No.

I'm not.

I'm really not in
the mood for coffee.

It's a good thing
it's rum then.

There you go.

Please don't touch that.

You know before I sold my soul
to corporate I was in the military.

Yeah.

Before I did that,
I was uh...

flying sorties out of Jordan.
and uh...

There was one base I was on,
had this building.

No windows, pure steel.

Surrounded by a barbed wire fence.

I see small men in white coats
going in and out of it.

We knew they were making
something in there.

We knew it was bad.

Anyway.
One night, the alarm goes and...

we get ordered to do a full evac,
everybody out.

When I'm running towards my transport
and I see these men in white coats

trying to get out that building.

screaming,

crying for their lives.

Turns out that fence
wasn't to keep us out.

It was to keep them in.

Anyway, we get in the air and
I see my CO flipped open a box

that he had on his lap,

had a gray button on it.

And he closes his eyes
and he starts to pray.

And then 6 kilometers out,
he decides to push that button.

And-And even that far out
we felt the heat of that explosion

as 1,100 souls,
give or take, vaporized.

Just because some idiot spilt something.

Now, I know it was
a long time ago.

But I felt the
same thing happened here.

Those things.

Those Engineers, they made
something they shouldn't have.

And they spilt it.

And it was your turn
to push the button.

Why did you decide to
tell me that story now?

Because you killed a man today.

Looks like you're in pain.

I burned my hand.

What the hell was that, Chance?

Boss, we're getting seismic activity.

From where?

Below ground.
About 1 click east.

Yeah, he's uh... he's right.
We're getting...

Heat signatures, same place.

Hey, do you want to tell me
what the hell is going on?

Not particularly.

Is he awake?

Almost.

Is who awake?

That's not really your concern, Captain.

Now, if you could please
make sure the rovers are ready

to roll within the hour,

we'd appreciate it.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey!

Dr. Shaw?

We're here to put you
in an anti-contamination suit,

take you back to Cryo Deck,
go to beddy-byes.

Dr. Shaw?

She's totally doped.

Prepare her.

Emergency procedures initiated.

Please verbally state
the nature of your injury.

I need a Cesarean.

Error.
This Med-Pod is calibrated

for male patients only
and does not offer...

- Shit!
- ...the procedure you have requested.

Please seek medical assistance else...

Surgery.

Abdominal.

Penetrating injuries.

Foreign body.

Initiate.

Surgical procedure to begin.

Come on.

Running diagnostics.

Oh, come on.

Get it out.
Come on!

Please!

Oh, God.

Come on!

Initiating anesthetics.

Please!

Commence surgical procedure.

Oh, God.

Oh!

Oh, God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, God!
Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

Come on!

Bridge, uh, to hangar.

- This is the Captain.
- Yeah, what's up?

Can you see what I'm seeing?

Fifield's monitor just popped up.

What?
Where?

Well, according to
what I'm looking at,

it's right outside the goddamn ship.

Barnes, open the door.

Fifield, do you copy me?
Come on in.

Fifield?

Wait a second.

Hey, Wallace.

Take a look at this.

Fifield?

What the hell is
going on down there?

I'm coming down there.

Chance, you're with me.
Come on.

Come on, get him!

I'm on it!

I got it!

- You ready, Chance?
- Yes.

Fire! Fire!
Keep at it!

I got it.

Punch that, roll it!

Let him go, rolling.

You've been asleep.

You were on the ship
all this time.

Why?

Well, I...

I only have a few days of life
left in me here.

Didn't want to waste them
till I was sure that you could

deliver what you promised:
to meet my maker.

There we are, sir.

- Nice and clean.
- Mm.

Haven't you told him
they're all gone?

But they're not all gone,
Dr. Shaw.

One of them is still alive.

We're on our way
to see him now.

What?

Turn me around.

You convinced me that...

... if these things made us...

then surely they could save us.

My stick, please.

Well, save me, anyway.

Save you from what?

Death, of course.

Stand me up.

I'm all right,
I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Yes, sir.

But you don't understand.

You don't know.

This place isn't
what we thought it was.

They aren't what we
thought they were.

I was wrong.

We were so wrong.

Charlie...

Dr. Holloway's dead.

We must leave!

And what would Charlie do, now...

that we're so close
to answering the most...

meaningful questions ever asked by mankind?
Hmm?

How can you leave without
knowing what they are?

Or have you lost
your faith, Shaw?

Okay.
Okay.

Come in.

Where...

Where the hell are
you going, Doc?

You know what this place is?

Those, uh, Engineers?

This ain't their home.

It's an installation.

Maybe even military.

And they put it out here
in the middle of nowhere

because they're not stupid enough
to make weapons of mass destruction

on their own doorstep.

That's what all that
shit is in those vases.

They made it here.

It got out,
it turned on them.

The end.

It's time for us to go home.

One of them is still alive.

Don't you want to know
what they have to say?

I don't care.

Right.

All you do is fly the ship.

- That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

But you must care about
something, Captain.

If you didn't,
why are you here?

How about this.

No matter what
happens down there,

I can't bring none of that
shit back home with us.

Can't let it happen.

And I'll do whatever I have to
to see that it doesn't.

Make sure you do, Captain.

So, you came after all.

I thought you wanted
me to come.

I did.

After all your vigorous
attempts to stop me

from coming here,
I'm just surprised to see you.

If my memory serves,

last time we spoke,
you said I was nothing

but a stupid old fool
chasing fairy tales.

I shouldn't have said that.

It's all right, David.
Leave us alone.

Yes, sir.

I'll be outside
if you need me.

I am sorry.

Well, consider yourself forgiven.

What do you want?

I want to say good bye.

I'm sorry?

If you're really going down there,
you're going to die.

Very negative way
of looking at things.

Maybe you should look at
the things squealing next door

and tell me how positive...
you feel.

You know, Mere, I've always despised
that sarcastic attitude of yours.

Exactly why you
should've stayed at home.

Did you really think I was gonna
sit in a boardroom for years,

arguing over who was in charge,

while you go look for
some miracle in some

godforsaken rock
in the middle of space?

Did you?

A king has his reign,

and then he dies.

It's inevitable.

That... is the natural
order of things.

My god.

Look at you.

You used to have
so much grace.

I respected you.

Looked up to you.

You're nothing but
a scared old man.

And I'm tired of waiting for
that last pitiful breath

to leave your godforsaken mouth.

Anything else?

No...

... Father.

That's it.

I didn't think
you had it in you.

Sorry.

Poor choice of words.

Extraordinary survival instincts, Elizabeth.

What happens when Weyland's not
around to program you anymore?

I suppose I'd be free.

You want that?

"Want",

not a concept
I'm familiar with.

That being said,

doesn't everyone want their parents dead?

I didn't.

Dr. Shaw.

So pleased you could join us.

You can take your helmet
off if you like, sir.

What?

The air is perfectly breathable.

You sure?

Positive.

Wait.

We still don't know
how Holloway got infected.

If it's in the air...

It's not.

How do you know that?

Smells fine to me.

Shall we?

Please.

The bridge is just up ahead.

What is this?

It's a cargo hold.

Janek?

Are you seeing this?

How many is there, Shaw?

Thousands.

What the hell?

Ravel, give me those schematics.

Putting it on the table now.

Strip away the dome.

Isolate that area,
bring it up.

Bringing it up, Captain.

Enlarge that.

Rotate it.

That is a ship.

Jesus Christ.

It's a goddamn ship.

A superior species, no doubt.

Their hyper-sleep chambers
will impress, I trust.

So, they were traveling somewhere.

I've managed to work
out the broad strokes.

It's fairly evident they were
in the process of leaving...

before things went to pot.

Leaving to go where?

Earth.

Why?

Sometimes to create,

one must first destroy.

Where is he, David?

This way, sir.

Are you sure he's alive?

Absolutely.

And you can speak to him?

I believe I can.

Speak to him, David.

Tell him we came,
just like he asked.

These people have
come here from Earth.

They believe that you invited them.

I'm all right, I'm all right.

What do you want?

Why do you come here?

What did he say?

He asked to know
why you're here.

Ask him where they're from.

What are you doing?

Ask him what's in his cargo.

It killed his people.

Shaw, that's enough.

David.

You made it here,
and...

and it was meant for us.
Why?

Shaw, enough.
For God's sake, shut her up.

Why?
Ahh!

I need to know why!
What did we do wrong?!

Why do you hate us?!

If she opens her mouth again,
shoot her.

David, continue.
Tell him why I came.

They would like to know
where do you come from?

This man
believes you could give him eternal life.

He wants more life?

What makes this man so great
as to ask such a thing?

What did he say?
What did he say?

I told him you wanted
to live forever.

He asked why.

Do you...

Do you see this man?

My company built him from nothing.

I made him.

And I made him in
my own image, so that he...

He would be perfect.

So that he would never fail.

I deserve this.

Because you...

You and I,
we are superior.

We are creators.

We are gods.

And gods never die.

No!

No!

Mr. Weyland.
Ford.

Move!

Sorry.

Ford!
Move!

All right, you!

There's... nothing.

I know.

Have a good journey,
Mr. Weyland.

Time to go home.

Mr. Chance, take us home.

Oh, no!

Oh! Oh, God!
Oh, God!

Hey, Captain.

What the hell was that?

Prometheus!

Come in!

Shaw?

Is that you?
Copy?

Janek, listen to me.

This ship is taking off!

- What?
- What the hell is she talking about?

You can't let it leave!

You have to stop it!

We're not stopping anything, Shaw.
We're going home.

Janek, if you don't stop it,

there won't be any home
to go back to.

It's... it's carrying death,
and it's headed for Earth.

Shaw, this is not a warship.

- I know.
- Let's go.

I know that.

But you must do it.

Captain, let's go!

Janek, please believe me.
Please!

I told you to get
this ship going.

Mr. Ravel, warm up
the ion propulsion.

What the hell are you
talking about?

Sir, burning the ion
in the inner atmosphere will...

Turn us into a bullet.
That is exactly the point.

What the hell are you doing?

Janek, this is my ship!

I'm telling you
to take us home!

Vickers, I'm gonna eject
your life support module

onto that surface.
That's two years of life.

You want it, or you
want to stay with me?

You got 40 seconds to
get to the escape pod.

You're crazy.

Gentlemen,
I can handle this myself.

Feel free to join Miss Vickers.

All due respect, Captain,
you're a shit pilot,

and you're gonna need
all the help you can get.

If you can't be

With the one you love,
love the one you're with...

If you think this means
the bet's off...

... you're wrong.

Why don't you pay me
on the other side.

Love the one
you're with.

All right,
get as close as we can.

We only got one shot at this.

Lifeboat's away.

20 seconds to evacuate.

- Countdown initiated.
- Ion propulsion is online.

Ten, nine...

Come on!

... eight...

- All right, gentlemen, let's do this.
- ... three, two...

Impact imminent.

Hands off!

Oh, God.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, God.

Warning.

You have two minutes
of oxygen remaining.

Warning.

You have 30 seconds
of oxygen remaining.

Oxygen level is normal.

Testing radio transmission.

Dr. Shaw, are you receiving me?

This is David.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.

You need to get out immediately.

He's coming for you.

Who?

Who's coming?

- Elizabeth, can you hear me?
- Shit.

Got you.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I can't do it.

I can't do it anymore.

Dr. Shaw.

Are you there?

Elizabeth, can you hear me?

Yes.

Yes, I can hear you.

I was afraid you were dead.

You have no idea
what afraid is.

I know we've had
our differences.

But please...

I need to ask you
for your help.

Why the hell
would I help you?

Because, without me,
you'll never leave this place.

Neither one of us
is leaving this place.

It's not the only ship.

There are many others.

I can operate them.

Before that thing
ripped your head off,

what did he say, David?

"Thing", Dr. Shaw?

Not too long ago,
you considered them gods.

God never tried to kill me.

So...

What did he say?

Where did he come from?

There is no direct translation, but...

... several of your ancient cultures
had a word similar to it.

Paradise.

Elizabeth?

Dr. Shaw?

Dr. Shaw.

Over here.

Where is my cross?

The pouch in my utility belt.

The other pouch.

Even after all this,
you still believe, don't you?

You said you could
figure out their navigation,

use their maps.

Yes, of course.

Once we get to one
of their other ships,

finding a path to Earth should
be relatively straightforward.

I don't want to go back
to where we came from.

I want to go
where they came from.

I want to go to "Paradise".

You think you can
do that, David?

Yes.

I believe I can.

May I ask what you hope
to achieve by going there?

They created us.

Then they tried to kill us.

They changed their minds.

I deserve to know why.

Does it matter why
they changed their minds?

Yeah.

Yes, it does.

I don't understand.

Well... I guess that's
because I'm a human being

and you're a fucking robot.

Do you mind?

Why?

Oh.
Ow.

Oh.
Uh.

Wait a minute.

Hold on.

Final report of the vessel Prometheus.

The ship and her entire crew
are gone.

If you are receiving this transmission,

make no attempt
to come to its point of origin.

There is only death here now,
and I'm leaving it behind.

It is New Year's Day,
the year of our Lord, 2094.

My name is Elizabeth Shaw,

last survivor of the Prometheus,

and I am still searching.

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Hello, Mr. Weyland.

I'm Dr. Elizabeth Shaw.

If that name sounds familiar to you

it's because I've been calling your office
every day for the last month

trying to get a meeting.

I think your people
were hoping I'd give up.

I'm…
I'm not good at giving up.

What I am good at
is my job.

I'm an archaeologist.

I have doctorates in
paleontology, archaeology,

human mythology, and memetics.

All of which
I received from Oxford.

I graduated first in my class
at the age of 17.

This is not who I am;
it's simply what I know.

I make the distinction, sir,

because there's a difference as what
a scientist knows and what they believe.

That difference is proof.

Do you feel that
all the science in the world

will never give us
the answers we really want?

What happens when we die?

What our purpose is.

Where we came from?

Whether or not we're truly alone.

I believe there's a place where
every one of those questions

could be answered.

I believe I know
where that place is.

I need you to
get me there.

Give me ten minutes
of your time.

Ten minutes to let me
show you what I found.

And if you put your
faith in me, Mr. Weyland,

no one would ever
feel alone again.

If you don't respond, sir,
I completely understand. But...

I'll be sending this
transmission again tomorrow.

Thank you

What is it about robots
that makes them so robotic?

At Weyland industries,

it has long been our goal
to create artificial intelligence

almost indistinguishable...

... from mankind itself.

Hello, I am David.

What can you do, David?

I can do almost anything that
could possibly be asked of me.

I can assist your employees.

I can make your organization
more efficient.

I can carry out directives that
my human counterparts might find...

distressing

or unethical.

I can blend in with
your workforce effortlessly.

David, what do you think about?

I think about anything:

children playing,

angels,

the universe,

robots…

David, what makes you sad?

War.

Poverty.

Cruelty.

Unnecessary violence.

I understand human emotions

although I do not
feel them myself.

This allows me to be more efficient and capable

and makes it easier for my
human counterparts to interact with me.

Is there anything
YOU would like to say, David?

I would like to express gratitude

to those who created me.

Happy Birthday David,

from Weyland Industries.

8th Generation Weyland.
Type.

Technological.

Intellectual.

Physical.

Emotional.

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