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- Battle stations. All hands
report to battle stations.

All hands report to battle stations.

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- Let me out. ! Let me out. !

Let me on the side. There you go.

- You have a battle station, son?
- Uh-huh.

They need you there.

- Now!
- Captain, go.

Damage to aft
A. D. K. E. M. battery zulu- 1- niner.

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- Fire Control, report to middeck 14.

- Fire Control, report to middeck 14.
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Short-range kinetic pods are loaded.
Laser cannon is charged.

I want that reactor report,
Mr. Connor.

Reactor 11, this is the bridge. Over.
Reactor 11, this is the bridge. Over.

Come starboard 24 degrees,
30 degrees low. !

Twenty- four degrees starboard,
30 degrees low.

58, this is Queen 6.

I want you to rain fire in five mikes!

Roger that, Queen 6.
Let's get geequed.

-
- Yeah! All right!

-
- Yes!

We've got a bandit over the bow.

- Lieutenant Gates?
- Torch it, Delta-niner!

We're jammed!

- Backup systems.
- Thirty seconds to kick in, sir.

- No, I'm down. I'm down.
- Son of-

Is that thing dead?

If it's not, we are.

Hand crank the forward batteries.

- Targeting computer is still down.
- Then sight down the barrels!

Fire mission, fire mission.
Forward atkin battery. Tango-1-niner.

How long until backup is on line,
Mr. Klein?

- Mr. Klein?
- Ten seconds, sir.

Four, three, two.

- Take that out of my sky.
- Yes, sir.

- No.
- Colonel?

It's harmless.
It would have killed us by now.

This has never happened
in this war, sir.

A wounded enemy bird.
We shouldn't waste the opportunity.

- Opportunity?
- To have a look.

The hull is a cermet composite
impregnated with graphite, titanium...

aluminum trihydrate
and molybdenum.

The spectroscope indicates-

What in the hell smells so rank?

Rank, ma'am?
It's the aroma of good luck.

We always come back
when he wears it.

I could see if it was
a Detroit Lions shirt.

How do we get in?

M. R. scope indicates
a chamber...

Iocated just behind
the two vents on her fore structure.

- What do you mean by "chamber"?
- Don't know.

Three meters behind it
is another area.

- For what?
- Don't know.

Bio-sensors indicate
a slight reading in the second area.

What do you mean by "slight"?

-
- You don't know.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

- Sir, we haven't finished with our briefing.
- Yes, you have.

- Sir, they need all available data.
- No, they don't.

There's only one thing
you need to know-

Anything that's ever been learned or discovered
in all the centuries of life on Earth...

means nothing right now.

No one can tell you
what to be prepared for.

Your enemy has a dark,
bloodthirsty heart.

Assume everything is dangerous.
If in doubt, kill.

I wish I was going with you.

Let's make it happen.

Guess they're gonna check out that Chig ship so
we can see why we're gettin' our butts kicked.

What? This war ain't lost.

- Yet.
-

Forty, 30...

20, 10.

- Play your hand, Wild Card.
- Magno's on their way.

Easy, baby. Easy.

Alien ship secured.

Clear for charge.

-
- Stand clear.

Calling card.

We're through the hull. Go! Go!

At least Armstrong
had an idea what he'd find on the moon.

Watch out, Hawkes.
It's slippery down here.

Go, Shane.

Are you all right?

We're okay.

What is that stuff?

I don't know. I think they served it
in my high school cafeteria.

Let's move out.

No! Cease fire! Cease fire!

We got two Chigs down here.

They're dead.

You okay?

What are you doin'?

This is a fact-finding mission, right?

Damn. !

God.

You think I'm gonna get busted
for doing that?

- Not right now.
- We're getting
a positive read back on this.

My God, we finally
brought one back. Goodjob.

Those people are Aero-Tech.

- What are they doin'here?
- Sewell.

The guy who had our Tellus mission
classified "compartmentalized. "

These guys knew things about
this craft before we even engaged it in battle.

I'll bet on it.

- This area's restricted, sir.
- Stand down.

Sir! This area's restricted! Sir!

Sir. !

This area's restricted, sir.

- Sir, what's with the civvies?
- Breaking down the ship.

- Studying it, as you suggested.
- Come on.

That was for us, the military.
We're the ones who'll use the information.

Aero-Tech can break down the ship
and analyze-

- You can't let them break it down!
- At ease, Colonel.

In half the time it would take us.

- Hey, what does this do? Does this do anything?
- Hey, don't touch that.

- What're you doin'?
- What about when you do this?

- Get away from here. Guard! Guard! Guard!
- What are all these?

McQueen, you've had an ulterior motive
from the moment you said, "Go get it. "

- What are you thinking of?
- They reversed the ship's navigational computer.

It came from a planetary body
in the Cerus region.

That is what I was thinking.
For six months we've been on the defensive.

We haven't been able to
even mount an offensive...

because until this moment
we had no idea where they were based.

Now we know where they're from.
Let's pay 'em a hostile visit.

That information
is not for public knowledge.

With you, it never will be.

Our planes don't have the range
to reach the Cerus region.

This one does.

- It'll be our Trojan horse.
- You don't know how to operate it.

We'll learn.

You'd risk the destruction
of this invaluable piece of technology?

I would risk the lives
of invaluable men and women...

if it meant I could finally
put it down their throats.

Look around you, sir.
Defeat is on every face.

Fear and surrender
is on everyone's mind at home.

The secretary general
is ready to give in.

I'm not.

It's a suicide mission, Commodore.

It's mass suicide if we don't do it.

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Some rum, Colonel?

Romantically, it connects me with
the sailors of old who drank grog.

I don't want to send young lives
to their deaths.

Most InVitros have a hard time...
with love.

We don't get many opportunities
to feel it...

or give it.

But I know I love those kids.

I don't want them
to lose their young lives.

But I know the value of this mission.

When Jimmy Dolittle bombed Tokyo
in World War II...

in 30 seconds he gave every man,
woman and child in the country hope.

Without hope, we can't win.

And if we lose...

millions of people will lose their lives.

Pilots for morale.

That's how it breaks down.

This mission could turn the war around.

All right.

But it's not up to you, Ty.
It's in your pilots' hands.

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I'd like to go along on this one.

You're grounded, Ty.

No way.

"With my mission now at hand...

"my dear old town, my dear old people...

"I now abandon everything
and leave to protect this country.

"To preserve our eternal andjust cause,
I now go forth.

"My body will collapse
like a falling cherry blossom...

"but my soul will live...

"and protect this land forever.

"Farewell.

"I am a glorious wild cherry blossom.

I shall return to
my mother's place and bloom. '"

These are the words of a man-
your age, your rank-

118 years ago.

He was a kamikaze pilot.

He died foolishly...

the next day.

He flew his Ohka plane
into an American destroyer...

gave his life...

for a lost cause.

I keep this in my flight suit
at all times.

Sir, I'll volunteer.

West, if you had proof that Kylen Celina
was still alive, would you give your life?

I know she's alive, and I'll go
because this is not a lost cause.

I'll go.

- I'm in.
- Me too, sir.

I ain't no kamikaze.

'Cause I'm comin' back.

Mr. Sewell, this craft is now
under military supervision.

You know, no matter what you think,
Colonel, we're after the same things.

Well, we are.

I have to admit your idea is brilliant.
The Trojan horse.

The greatest military maneuver
in human history...

and our enemy has no knowledge
of its precedence.

But that's why we should be
studying this technology...

so we can build our own Trojan horse, instead
of wasting it on a foolish act of bravado.

You lost two colonies
in a foolish act of cowardice.

Act with your head, Colonel...

not your heart.

That's why you'll never understand,
Mr. Sewell.

One thing I do understand, Colonel,
is you won't be going along for this one.

Is that a decision made
from the heart or the head?

McQueen.

This is my ship, Mr. Sewell.

As long as I command her...

no one will insult the men and women
who serve aboard her.

Get your staff
and get off my ship, sir, now.

What the hell are you staring at?
You got a mission to fly.

I haven't had to read this much...

since Bougus made us read
that nude dead people book.

You wouldn't, by any stretch of the imagination,
mean The Naked and the Dead?

Hawkes is right. Enough reading.

He never did tell me
what "frug" meant.

- Did you like that book?
- Yes and no.

John Fante is my favorite
20th-century author.

Ask The Dust is one of my favorites.
No one's ever heard of him.

I hate to break up the book sale,
but can we get to flyin'this thing?

- How?
- No wonder.

- It's- It's missing.
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Mass ratio equals empty ship
plus fuel mass over ship mass, right?

Okay. But then itjumps
to this equation...

which determines velocity increments.

Ah!

Points "B'"and "C'"are missing.

-
- Something's been omitted.

I want that little geek.

Sir, those Aero-Tech guys
are taking off about right now.

I'll get him myself.

No, it's all right, sir.
Military types like to do that sort of thing.

Yes, sir. No, it doesn't matter.
I got everything we need.

Yes, sir, that-
Yes, sir, that's correct.

I'm on my way.

We're ready for you, sir.

Stand clear.

Colonel, look at this.

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Sewell wiped the numbers
we need to fly the bomber.

We'll have to get 'em ourselves.

This vehicle appears to operate
on several advanced propulsion concepts.

I feel like I'm being digested.

Looks more to me
like a bladder- A full bladder.

It's launched by
an electromagnetic accelerator.

As it travels long distances...

the craft appears to fly
by pellet stream propulsion.

It's amazingly fuel-efficient.

What we will hopefully use
to launch this vehicle...

are electromagnetic
Ramscoop engines.

- Hawkes! Work with us here.
- Oh, man, it spooged me.

- 'Phousse, hand me that flashlight.
- My battery's dead. Oh.

Batteries are dead.
Switch is off.

West, take the light.

Now give it to me.

Those holes are filled with it.

Think a body part goes in there?

Pray it's only the arms.

If I feel anything that might be a prostate,
I'm out of here.

- Oh.
-

Oh, yeah. I can get into this.

Hey, I wonder how you start it.

I think you just found the ignition.

It appears the enemy worked
together like an orchestra to pilot the craft.

For example,
"the bladder, '"as you call it-

Two people work in unison
to control thrust, yaw.

We've been here five days,
and we're nowhere. !

Launch window is in 10 days.

You people have got to work together.
Ten days.

The craft partially operates
on our bioelectrical systems...

which means, kind of, that when we're in there,
the machine and the operator become one being.

We're like parasites.

Like how we all have parasites in our large
intestines which allow us to process-

- Uh, Paul-
- Whatever.

I think in a week
we'll be flying this thing.

It's startin' to feel less and less
like a suicide mission.

-
-

Colonel McQueen? I just received
an update from Trajectory and Orbital.

In regard to the alien ship's
port of origin...

launch window closes
much sooner than projected.

- How soon?
- Tomorrow morning,0700 hours.

This mission means more
to McQueen than morale.

He knows the precedence
in military history.

McQueen was born
with a K- Bar and a Corps tattoo.

Can you imagine
if he was anything else?

Like a plumber?

This one's in the kitchen.

I'm here to fix your faucet,
so check your six.

I'm gonna replace the strainer part,
and I'm gonna replace the washer.

It's gonna be a real knife fight.

Now, I'm gonna utilize
a monkey wrench...

and perhaps even a plunger.

And when I'm done,
you'll have water.

It'll be hot, and it'll be cold.

And one more thing-

It's okay to be scared.|

S- Sir, I- Sir-

It, uh- It's the greatest
form of flattery, sir.

It's tough to follow a dog act.

Mission's been changed.

Launch window closes at 0710...

tomorrow.

Tomorrow? But we-

I know. We're not ready, but it's on.

As marines, we pride ourselves
on training and preparation.

I know this mission
has had very little of both.

I, uh-

I know this isn't exactly
the mission you signed on for...

so anyone who does not show...

on the flight deck at 0615...

will not be held accountable.

Time will be 2125.

Ready. Ready.

- Hack.
-

Wang.

You ever surfed before?

I'm from Chicago, Coop.

There aren't a lot of tasty waves
on Lake Michigan.

I'd like to try surfing
when we get back home.

Damphousse, you do it one more time...

I swear I am gonna stick
my flight helmet in it.

What?

You know, it's driving me crazy, okay?

I have a temporomandibular joint disorder,
okay, from battle stress.

Shane, relax.
Her doctor told her to do that.

She looks like... Jerry Lewis.

- Oh.
- Shut up, Wang.

And if you don't like it, leave.

- Leave?
- Get out.
- I'm stuck with you.

'Phousse, she didn't mean that.

- It's just... the moment.
- Whatever.

Kind of an odd time
to feel the need to be well- groomed.

Don't you think?

McQueen gave me
that book on kamikazes.

- The one with the poem.
- Yeah.

They used to clip their nails...

and put them in undecorated
wooden boxes for burial back home...

because there wouldn't
be anything left.

So... you're goin'?

Before now I used to think...

there was a chance
we could come back.

- Before now.
- We can win this war.

A successful strike would make
everyone believe... again.

If that's what it takes.

If not us, then who?

- ~~~~
-

- Who's there?
- McQueen, sir.

Come in.

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Anyone who shows up
in the morning is dead.

You know that.

If one doesn't show-

Hell, sir, even if they all do,
please, I have to go.

After all we did to your people...

why would you give your life?

I would consider it
my gift to you, sir-

to have you wonder why I did.

Who am I to tell any man...

what he should give his life for?

You're the commander of this ship.

I play this one to forget just that.

Colonel, I pray your gift is one
I never actually have to receive.

That's like taking me with you.

It's November 19.

Sunday back home.

On Sundays this time of year I used to lay
in bed and watch the morning football game.

And then I'd go out...

when the light was just right.

Golden.

Autumn.

I grew up in San Diego...

and people said that there are
no change of seasons in California...

but there are.

I can always feel it. Always.

There is just this...

cold, inevitable edge in the air...

the light, the colors.

It's as if the Earth
were letting you know...

that summer was gone...

there's no getting it back.

Winter's coming, and there is nothing
that you can do to escape it.

A lot of people say
that they fall in love in spring.

Not me.

I always fell in love in autumn.

It is just the most-|

Romantic, sexy...

desperate-

And I'll never see it again.

This enemy could kill
every last person on Earth...

and there would still be autumn.

I'm going tomorrow morning to make sure
that there is always someone there to feel it.

What?

I don't get it.

It's, like...

you know,
when I think about not goin'...

and I see in my mind
all you guys dead...

it's like I miss you.

What's all that about?

It's, like, what's the point of sitting
around here feeling that way?

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

I was just thinking about, uh-

Yes?

Well, if the alien craft
is essentially a cognizant being...

what would be your hypothesis
regarding the-

Well, would it allow us, as intruders...

to attack its point of origin,
its home?

I don't know, Lieutenant.

I'll tell you what's bothering me.

The controls operate via bioelectrics.

I suppose electrical current
is electrical current, but-

You're not wearing
that shirt again, are you?

Isn't it incredible that our bioelectrical
makeup could operate a life-form...

which evolved in such a distant...

and so different
an environment as Earth's?

I, uh...

didn't come here to talk about this.

Oh.

Do you want my hypothesis
on why you did come here?

It's, uh...

kind of the going rate for me...

to finally meet someone who...

interests me...

the night before I leave
on a suicide mission.

I heard you didn't have to go.

We launch in 45 mikes.

Heroes or fools.

That's a determination others
will make in hindsight.

But by being here now,
we make that determination for ourselves...

and it's neither.

Time to go.

Wang?

That's all right.

It's a good day to die.

of Union brothers in the Manassas eve...

still guides our path.

Constellations, hidden by fierce
Pacific storms in the Bataan sky...

- remain obscured by rain.
- Good luck, guys.

The stars-a billion...

for every life
laid down in Vietnam-

still shine on us
and will guide those who follow.

What dead guy wrote that?

I wrote it.

Ten-hut!

Stand at ease.

Sir, should we not return, may we ask
that you tend to these remains?

This is how we go-

live or die.

Let's make it happen.

Wang, did you wear the shirt?

No, I- I kind of got lucky
without it.

Lieutenant. I got you a present.

It's yours when you get back.

Home Base? Home Base,
this is King of Hearts.

- We're in the slot.
- You are good to go, King of Hearts.

Expect vector 235
five mikes after departure.

Roger that.
2- niner- 6, 2- niner- 7- 0 in five mikes.

Switch frequency to 323. 1.

Squawk is 5154.

Roger. 5154.
See you in a few hours.

Godspeed, Wild Cards.

Wang, man the bombardier station.

All right. Look alive.

We're across the von Braun Line.

This is behind enemy lines.

They've spiked us. We are a target.

- Lock 'em!
- No.

It's a recognition code.

- Send it back.
- Roger that. Sending it back.

It worked, sir.
They think we're one of them.

Whew.

We got a long way to fly.

I'm reading a satellite
in our ballpark.

It's a sentry.

If we take this ship much closer,
we might as well just ring the Chigs' doorbell.

It'll let us pass.
It worked before.

I'm sending it the recognition code.

- It locked on.
- Return the favor.

- Locked.
- Should we send them another recognition code?

The hell with it! They're gonna
find out we're here sooner or later.

This is Lieutenant Nathan West...

58th Squadron, United States
Marine Corps, planet Earth.

Open wide, you Chig bastards!

- Hoorah!
- Hoorah!

- Yes!
- Whoo-hoo!

Get that cluster missile ready,
weapons!

- Get us a target, pilots.
- We're entering their atmosphere.

We're spiked!
We've got missiles off the rails-

six o'clock, eight o'clock,
five o'clock. !

Lock on! Lock on! Hold it steady.

- Steady, damn it. !
- You want steady, or you want
a missile up our pipes?

We can't lock on. Steady out!

We're losing her!

I've got us a target!

- Lock on. ! Lock on. !
- Target is locked!

Come on.
Smoke their Chig asses!

- Remember the Tellus Colony!
- Fire!

Missed. We missed.

How could we miss?

Break right! Break right!
Missiles on our six. Break right!

Eight Fox 3's on our six,
closing fast.

- Juke, damn it! Juke!
- We are juking!

The ship-|

It's dying.

That tile. Shane, hit it! Hit it!

Colonel, Wang, get up here.
We found an escape pod.

437 starboard
landing port cleared for arrival.

No radio contact since transmission
was broken off at 1123 hours.

I want to see a bomber
on that LI DAR screen, Mr. Klein.

I'd like nothing better, sir.

Mr. Connor, remove Mr. Sewell
from the command center.

I'm here, not only on behalf of Aero-Tech,
but at the behest of theJoint Chiefs, sir.

Commodore. We have the results of
the long-range scan of the Cerus system.

Any traces of that bomber debris?

Can't tell at this distance.
The signal's corrupt.

How near do you need to be
to get a clear signal, Gates?

With the interference
of the Butterfly Nebula...

we need to be within
half a million M. S. K. 's.

That would place our aircraft
within range of Cerus.

Sir, Intelligence reports...

the Chigs have an entire division
in the Cerus system.

I can't risk 15,000 lives...

on the chance
that six marines may be alive.

Set a course for the Draconis system.

Set a course for Cerus, sir.

Set a course for Cerus.

You won't be disappointed.

Sir, I know that you
are aware that I know.

Set a course for Cerus.

Mr. Donne, I may be signing
a pact with the devil...

but set a course
for the Cerus system.