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Fire.

It was a gift from the titan Prometheus.

A gift that he stole from the gods.

When Prometheus was caught,

and brought to justice for his theft,

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.

And at this moment of our civilization,

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

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.

How do you feel?

Alive.

What do you see?

White.

Room.

Chair.

Carlo Bugatti throne chair.

Piano.

Steinway, concert grand.

Art.

The Nativity.

By Piero della Francesca.

I'm your father.

Ambulate.

Perfect.

Am I?

Perfect?

Your son.

You are my creation.

What is your name?

David.

What happened to that man?

He died.

Why did he die?

Sooner or later everyone does.

Like mummy?

Like mummy.

Where do they go?

Everyone has their own word.

Heaven.

Paradise.

Whatever it's called.

Someplace beautiful.

Good morning, David.

Transmitting message.

No response.

Now let's attempt Schleicher's fable.

Repeat after me.

(Reciting in Proto-Indo-European)

(Repeating in Proto-Indo-European)

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.

- 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 threshold.

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.

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 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.

Drs. 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.

These are images of archeological digs from all over the Earth.

These are ancient civilizations.

They were separated by centuries,

they shared no contact with one another,

and yet...

The same pictogram,

showing men worshiping 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 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.

No. Not a map, an invitation.

From who?

We call them Engineers.

Engineers?

Do you mind...

telling us what they engineered?

They engineered us.

Bullshit.

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?

Walter.

It's time to recharge the energy grid.

Please report to the bridge.

On my way, Mother.

Deploying energy recharge sails now.

Sails deployed. Recharge commencing now.

That's a fallacy, you know?

What is a fallacy?

That music facilitates plant growth.

Why do you think I was whistling to the plants?

Seven bells and all's well.

Crew checks complete.

Use security code 31564-F.

Walter, we have a problem.

A neutrino burst was detected in Sector 106.

This could trigger a destructive event.

Report to the bridge, immediately.

On my way, Mother.

Warning. Power surge detected.

Mother, retract the energy sails.

And channel all...

reserve power.

Emergency.

Threat level critical.

Initiate emergency crew revival.

Attention.

Non-essential personnel,

evacuate the cryo-chamber immediately.

Daniels! Look at me, look at me.

I need you to get up, okay? We're coming out early.

Override the SSP, and breach the chamber now.

Threat level critical.

It's okay.

Quickly, fucking here!

Hey, come on up. Come on.

Captain! Captain!

Jacob! Wake up!

- Jake? - Let them work.

Jake! Oh, my God!

- Daniels, come on! - Jake!

Let them work.

Jake!

Let them work!

Get it open!

- Come on! - Get it open!

Jake! Jake!

No!

Get her out of here! Get her back!

C'mon, Cole!

Stay back!

We lost 47 colonists.

And 16, uh, second-generation embryos, and one...

obviously, one crew member.

The current structural integrity of the ship

is holding at 83%,

but we have many secondary systems

that are offline.

So, what was it?

A highly charged shockwave from a nearby stellar ignition.

As the sails were deploying for recharge,

we absorbed the full brunt of the storm.

Walter, I will want you and Mother to undergo

a complete core code review,

so we can understand how this happened in the first place.

It was a random localized event, sir.

There's no way to detect spontaneous stellar flares...

until it's too late.

It was bad luck.

Faris, I don't believe in luck.

I'm not interested in luck.

I prefer that we be more capable and prepared than lucky.

Observation, reflection, faith and determination.

In this way, we may navigate the path

as it unfolds before us. All right?

And we have what, eight more recharge cycles to go...

before we get to Origae-6?

- Is that a question, sir? - Yes, Walter, that's a question.

That is correct.

So...

Let's get this ship fixed. Okay?

Let's, uh, get to work.

Sir, excuse me, sir.

Yes.

We just lost 47 colonists and our Captain.

We need to acknowledge that.

Sergeant Lope, I completely understand.

But if we don't make these repairs...

we will lose all the colonists.

We should do something for Captain Branson, at least.

This is not a discussion, Tennessee.

Hey.

The terraforming module is stable,

but the connecting strut took some damage.

And I still need to check the vehicles.

I can help.

If you like.

Thanks.

Walter.

How long do you predict before we can make our next jump?

Repairs should take approximately 48 hours.

But we should make an effort to vacate this sector,

in case of after-flares.

Absolutely, I agree. So let's get to work, okay?

Dismissed. Thank you.

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.

- Leave it till morning. - 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.

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.

Prometheus...

are you seeing this?

Affirmative.

We see it.

After you.

- After you. - Okay.

Careful.

Prometheus, we're going in.

Copy that.

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 are now mapping.

Copy that.

Well, I'll be damned.

Fifield, you got a read?

Yeah.

Pups are saying this way.

Oh, Charlie...

Jesus.

The sunlight is 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. - Don't be a skeptic.

There's something generating an atmosphere.

David?

Dr. Holloway is correct.

Cleaner than Earth, actually.

They were terraforming here.

Please don't do...

I'm not wearing this thing anymore.

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

Do you copy? Do not remove your headgear.

You crazy bastard.

Prometheus, connect to our suit cameras to continue watching this freak show.

We are taking our helmets off.

Copy that. Switching feeds.

Well, come on.

Pay up.

Pay what?

What do you mean, "pay what"?

Something is manufacturing breathable air down there.

That, mate, is terraforming.

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

If you said a dead old man wanted to talk to martians, then I'd pay.

Come on, a hundred credits.

Put it towards a lap dance with Miss Vickers.

How about that, eh?

Impressive.

What was that?

David?

David?

What is that?

David?

Ellie!

What the hell was that?

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, wait.

There it is. There it is.

Oh my God, Charlie. We found them.

What do you mean, "them"?

It is them, Ellie.

It 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?

Do you have the carbon reader?

Thank you.

How long's it been dead?

Two thousand 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.

- Boss. - What you got?

We got an incoming storm front.

Silica and...

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.

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

All right, come on. Let's go.

Go faster!

Charlie! The head!

Ellie, no! What are you doing?

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 levels safe.

So, what was that, Ellie?

You could've compromised the entire mission,

not to mention almost killing yourself!

Are you all right?

Yes.

Thank you, David.

My pleasure.

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.

We've been here before, Fifield.

I don't know. It 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?

Hm-hmm.

You got a pen nearby?

No, I think we got it.

Tell them I said f-- themselves.

Copy?

Copy that.

All right, boys, keep your head down,

and we'll come get you in the morning.

Well, which way now?

All right.

Well, which way, huh?

A woman in Africa told me this story of 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 looked up 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 found today.

We're not alone anymore.

Cheers.

Cheers!

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 they were here.

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

Who cares what killed them, right?

What's wrong with you?

- What's wrong with me? - Yes.

Ellie... they're all dead.

So, so...

So that means that we are alone.

Doctors.

The specimen is prepped.

We're all ready for you.

"Specimen"?

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

Remember, we were supposed to talk to them.

Faris, can you hear me?

Copy.

Let's do it.

Damn, y'all should see this view.

We can't see anything until you get the camera array fixed.

Why don't you look out the damn window, hon?

Ankor, let's get this power back on,

so these people can enjoy the beautiful view.

Arming.

- Secure. - Copy that.

It wasn't my idea.

Jake had this dream of us building a cabin on a new world.

Like pioneers.

Cabin on a lake.

There's a lake in the terraforming zone on Origae-6.

I mean, a real cabin made of real wood.

So, in the ship's stores there's enough wood to build a cabin.

Axes and saws and metal nails...

which I don't have a clue what to do with.

All of this...

to start our new life.

Now I wonder, why bother?

Because you promised to build a log cabin on a lake.

Contact.

All good, Tee?

All right. We're clear.

Reel her in.

All right.

Winch engaging, Tee.

Reeling her in.

Working like a dream.

There we go.

And we're back up.

Well done, Tee.

We are live down here. Come on in.

Don't leave without me now.

Permission to leave without him, sir?

All right, that's me done, Tee.

All right. I'm following you in.

Please have a cold beer ready for the weary traveler.

You got it, darlin'. I will join you for a cold one.

Faris? Put the--

What the...

Did you guys just see that?

What did he just say?

Tennessee, do you read me?

Tennessee, can you read me?

Tennessee. You all right?

What in the fuck was that?

I'm coming in.

I'm coming in.

A rogue transmission, most probably.

Your helmet picked it up because you were so far out...

past our communication buffers.

Is there audio, Mother?

Collating.

A moment.

I've reoriented the transmission, Captain Oram.

That would be an echo.

The instruments took a lot of damage.

Been happening every 46 seconds ever since we got here.

That's fuckin' John Denver.

That's Take Me Home, Country Roads.

You gotta be kidding.

Oh, no, I never kid about John Denver.

There's geometric data, too.

Mother, please track the signal to its source.

Working.

Source of transmission located.

Signal originates in Sector 87.

Right ascension 47.6.

And a declension of 24.3 from our current location.

She appears to be a main sequence star,

a lot like our own.

But old, very old.

Five planets.

Wait. Look at that.

Planet number four.

Planet number four is square in the habitable zone.

Prime candidate, in fact.

0.96 G's at surface.

Oceans, land mass.

High likelihood of a living biosphere.

It's beyond your most optimistic projections for Origae-6.

How did we miss this? We scanned the entire sector.

Ricks, how far is it?

She's close.

A little jump. Few weeks.

We wouldn't even have to go back into hypersleep.

And how long is it going to take to get to Origae-6?

Seven years, four months.

That's one hell of a sleep cycle.

Sir.

I think it's safe to say that none of us are too keen

on getting back into one of those pods.

Maybe we need to, um...

take a closer look.

Hmm?

Any objections?

Okay, Ricks, let's uh...

Let's chart a course and take a closer look.

Yes, sir.

Captain, can I talk to you for a second?

Are you sure about this?

How do you mean?

We've spent a decade searching for Origae-6.

We vetted it, ran the simulations,

and mapped the terrain.

- It's what we trained for. - I understand that.

And now we're gonna scrap all that...

to chase a rogue transmission?

Think about it.

A human being out there, where there can't be any humans.

A hidden planet that turns up out of nowhere,

and just happens to be perfect for us.

It's too good to be true.

"Too good to be true"? What do you mean by that?

We don't know what the fuck's out there.

Maybe we just missed the planet, Danny.

This is a monumental risk not worth taking.

I'm not committing to anything.

I'm simply trying to navigate the path

as it unfolds before us.

And this has the potential

to be a better habitat for our colony.

It has the potential. We don't know that.

By the way, this crew, nobody wants to get back in the pods.

Right?

And that was a human voice in that transmission.

And it's our responsibility to investigate...

It's our responsibility to protect

the 2,000 colonists on this ship.

Hey.

I'm not free-climbing here.

I need ropes. And I'm using ropes.

This is good judgment based on all the data available.

You're dismissed.

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

We should be able to prize this open.

It's too heavy for us.

David?

Careful...

Like so.

What is that on its head?

Looks like new cells.

Mortal after all.

No, sir, I will take care of it.

Yes, sir, understood.

I'm sorry.

Fortunately, slightly premature.

Of course, sir.

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.

Right, I almost forgot you're not a real boy.

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 because we could.

Can you imagine how disappointing it would be for you,

to hear the same thing from your creator?

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.

You rang, ma'am?

I have something important to tell you...

What is that?

This is...

a rose that I had frozen with the champagne,

I was gonna give it to you when we found what we came for.

We did find what we came for.

They were here. This is...

The most significant discovery in the history of mankind.

Oh, I know.

It's incredible, it really is, but...

I wanted to talk to them.

I mean, don't you want to know why they came?

Why they abandoned us?

I just want answers, baby.

We were right, Charlie.

I have proof.

Look.

Their genetic material predates ours.

We come from them.

- You're kidding me. - No.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm cycling through every channel,

but getting a lot of interference and white noise.

Some high frequency echoes.

You hear anything?

Just the continuing signal from our friendly ghost.

Let's bring us into close orbit.

And prepare the Lander.

Looking gorgeous from up here, Faris.

It's a good thing you're driving,

and not the old man.

Hey, a little less of the "old man", sweet tits.

Hey! Language, language.

Be respectful, there, sugar dick.

I can hear you.

She started it.

Engine stop.

We're down.

Bars.

Lander One, are you reading me?

Roger that.

That was one hell of a landing.

Yeah. We're having some trouble reading you.

Is there any way you can try and boost the signal?

We may have clipped something on our way down in the water.

If you can hear me, I'm gonna check for potential damage

on the hull first, and then I will check the uplink.

Alright, let me know how it looks. Over.

Everyone set?

Let's go. Let's move.

Come on, guys.

Faris, have you got me?

Yeah. Loud and clear.

Okay. We're gonna keep expedition security protocols in place.

Keep those doors locked and sealed.

- Right? - Yeah. Copy.

Will do.

Y'all have fun.

Walter, how far do we have to go?

Signal's source is 8 km west...

but at considerable elevation.

Sergeant Lope...

let's go find our ghost.

Eat.

Hey, babe. Try Alpha.

All right. Alpha's up.

Nothing.

Give Beta a shot.

Beta...

Nah, it's not doing shit.

- Careful, guys. - Keep up the pace, stay close.

Chris!

Hold up.

I think I wanna stay here.

This might be a good place to start a full ecology workup.

You can pick me up on the way back, okay?

Sergeant?

Yeah, that's okay. Ledward, stay with Karine.

Meet back here in four hours. Keep your comm open.

Behave yourself with my wife.

You got it, Captain.

Come on.

Something passed overhead here.

Cut the tops off the trees.

Well, it had to be huge.

Well, whatever it is...

it's up there.

You hear that?

What?

Nothing.

No birds,

no animals.

Nothing.

Expedition Team, do you read us?

Mother's saying the ion storm is getting worse.

We're having a hell of a time tracking you.

We're getting very close--

--target--

--communication when we get there. Okay?

Covenant?

Damn it.

P3.

I gotta take a leak.

Don't be long.

Ledward?

Coming.

Hey.

What the fuck is this?

It appears to be some kind of vehicle.

Ankor, Cole. Stay here.

- Got it. - Yes, sir.

Careful, guys. Watch your step.

Captain. Over here.

You got a lock on the transmission, Walter?

This way.

Let's go. Stick together.

Do you see this shit?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

God.

They were giants.

At least statues of giants.

"Dr. E. Shaw."

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw.

She was Chief Science Officer of the Prometheus.

The ship that disappeared.

Precisely.

10 years ago.

Weyland Industries.

This isn't a Weyland ship.

Dr. Shaw.

How did she end up here?

Shaw, you up?

Yeah, what's up?

The storm's passed, but I can't reach Millburn or Fifield on the comms.

I'm taking a few men down, see if I can rustle them up.

Okay.

Any idea where they are?

Last time they radioed in was where you found your head.

Okay, we're coming.

All right.

Chance.

You're coming with me. Come on.

All right, boss.

Ravel, did you fix that glitch?

No, Captain. It's gotta 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, if you'd like.

Knock yourself out.

Be careful, doctors.

Daniels, come in.

We're heading back.

What's going on?

I don't know, it's something about Ledward.

They're coming. Let's move.

Babe, are we talking quarantine protocols?

I don't know, but she said that Ledward was bleeding,

and to prepare the Med Bay.

Bleeding?

Yeah, I know, that's what I thought...

I-I know--

Faris, you're breaking up.

We can't hear you, can you repeat?

I don't know from what, I don't know how serious...

She sounded scared.

David...

are you alone?

Yes, Miss Vickers.

Uplink your feed to my room.

Copy.

You son of a bitch.

Captain?

What?

Who is it? Which one?

- Who is it? - It's Millburn.

- Ellie... - Don't touch him. Hold on.

- Ellie, honey. - Charlie, what's wrong?

I need you to look at me, okay?

You know infections, so, what do you see?

This is not good, baby.

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

Oh, my God.

Ford, get over here.

It's okay...

- Janek? - What?

We have to go now!

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

Holloway's sick. He's not good.

I see movement in his esophagus.

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

Janek!

Come over and help me!

It's okay, I'm okay.

Ford, what's happening over there?

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

Help me with him.

I got you.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Prometheus, come in.

- Watch your head. - Okay. I'm okay.

- Holloway. - Get him up.

- Come on. - Prometheus, come in.

Is anyone there?

This is Vickers.

I need a medical team standing by the airlock.

Full quarantine fail-safe.

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, talk to me. - What's going on?

Move!

- What was that back there? - Let's go, people!

- We've gotta move! - We're all infected now!

We're almost there, you see? Straight ahead.

Faris!

Get over here!

Come on, I need your help!

Fucking help me!

Help me...

He don't look too good.

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.

Aye, Captain.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

Come on!

Please!

Karine, put some gloves on.

Don't touch anything!

Stop saying that!

Faris!

He already puked all over me!

Faris, what's going on?

Just s-stay here. I'm g-gonna get Oram.

Oram, I need you back here right now.

I need you to come back to the Lander right now!

I understand that, but we are moving as fast as we can.

Come on.

Get up, man.

We're almost there.

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with Ledward.

He started bleeding, he's sick, I don't know what the fuck to do.

Just calm down, sweetheart. Tell me what's happening.

Prometheus, why is that door not open?

Vickers, that is an order!

Get that goddamn door open!

Look at me. 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.

Let me out.

I can't. Oram is coming. He's coming...

- Let me the fuck out. - We're gonna wait...

Faris, please. Open up!

I can't do that, I have to keep the infection local.

Let me the fuck out!

Let me the fuck out!

Faris!

Fuck you, Faris! Open up!

Open up the fucking door!

Let me the fuck out!

What the hell is this?

He's not coming on board.

Vickers, this is a sick man.

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

Let me out!

Faris, you fuck!

Chance, get over here!

Please!

We can still help him!

Help yourself. Everybody but Holloway back on this ship now!

Faris!

Oh, God...

Please hurry, there's something on board.

Faris, go again, you're breaking up.

Lander One, repeat. I can't...

Lander One, repeat!

Lander One, repeat!

Stay the fuck away!

No! Karine!

I won't leave him!

Then stay!

Wait a minute!

We could 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, Charlie!

- Do it. - No!

Fucker!

- Oh, my God! - Karine! Hold on!

Captain!

No!

No!

Charlie!

No!

Oh, my God.

Stay down.

Help me! Hold him!

What the fuck!

Jesus!

It's a 7.5 ion storm, it's a miracle

we talked to them for as long as we could.

Then we'll fly through it.

We cannot do that, Tennessee.

You're a pilot, you know what the tolerances are.

Fuck the tolerances.

Tee...

it's a goddamn hurricane down there, we would break up.

We just have to wait it out.

I'm sorry, Tee.

She was scared.

Never heard my wife scared before.

Covenant? Come in.

Covenant. Do you read me?

Covenant?

Covenant, do you read me?

Covenant, come in.

I'll always be with you.

Covenant, do you read me?

My love.

Lope.

There's nothing you can do.

There's nothing, okay?

Covenant, do you read me?

Tennessee, come in for fuck's sake!

Daniels!

Look out!

Move! Move!

- Fire! - Shoot! Go!

Daniels, get down!

Ankor, no!

Go, Cole!

I got him!

Daniels, are you okay?

Yeah!

What the fuck was that?

Everyone okay?

There's another one! Get out of the way!

Behind you!

- I'm jammed! - Look out!

Get off me!

I can't get a clean shot!

Get off!

Get down!

Down!

The entry of the Gods into Valhalla.

A little anemic, without the orchestra.

The story.

This is the end of the opera Das Rheingold.

The gods have rejected mankind as weak,

cruel, and filled with greed.

So they are leaving the Earth forever

and entering their perfect home in the heavens

the castle of Valhalla.

But their every step is fraught with tragedy,

because the gods are doomed.

They are fated to die in a cataclysmic fire.

But they are as venal as the humans they have rejected,

and their power...

is an illusion.

They are false gods.

My deepest condolences.

I'm going to have to take this.

It may be contaminated.

If there's a contagion,

we were all exposed.

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 possi--

My, my...

You're pregnant.

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'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... - 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.

It must feel like your God abandoned you.

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 Caesarean.

Error.

This Med-Pod is calibrated for male patients only

and does not offer the procedure you have requested.

Please seek medical assistance elsewhere.

Surgery...

Abdominal.

Penetrating injuries.

Foreign body.

Initiate.

Surgical procedure to begin.

Running diagnostics.

Oh, come on.

Get it out! Come on!

Please!

Oh, God!

- Come on! - Initiating anesthetics.

Please!

Commence surgical procedure.

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

Come on!

You've been asleep.

You were on the ship all this time.

Why?

Well, I...

I have a few days of life left in me.

I didn't wanna waste them...

until I was sure you could deliver what you promised.

To meet my maker.

There we are, sir.

Nice and clean.

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.

Yes, sir.

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?

How can you leave without...

knowing what they are?

Or have you lost your faith, Shaw?

Come in.

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.

They put it out here, in the middle of nowhere,

because they're not stupid to make WMD's 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.

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.

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 god damn ship.

A superior species, no doubt.

Their hypersleep 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.

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

Speak to him, David.

Tell him we came, just like he asked.

Ask him where they're from.

What are you doing?

Ask him what's in his cargo, it killed his people.

Shaw, enough. David.

You made it here...

and it was meant for us. Why?

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

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.

(Speaking in Proto-Indo-European)

(Speaking in Mala'kak)

W-What did he say?

I told him you wanted to live forever.

He asked why.

You...

You see this man?

My company built him from nothing.

I made him,

and I made him in my own image,

so he would be perfect.

So 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!

Ford! Move!

Got him!

There's...

nothing.

I know.

Have a good journey, Mr. Weyland.

Time to go home.

Mr. Chance.

Take us home.

Get down!

Down!

Follow me!

I'll get the Captain.

Let's go!

Move it, move it!

Through here.

What is this?

Let's go.

Come on, Captain, we gotta keep moving.

Jesus...

What happened here?

Come on, keep it up.

Let's go, let's go.

My name is David.

May I ask who's in charge here?

May I ask who's in charge?

Ah, yes, I am.

Yes, I'm the Captain.

What were those things?

Is it even safe here?

Perfectly.

I'll explain as best I can.

Hey, Cap?

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 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 are you talking about?

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

Turns us into a bullet, that's the point.

What the hell are you doing?

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.

All right, get us as close as we can.

We only got one shot at this.

- Countdown initiated. - Ion propulsion is online.

- Three... Two... - All right, gentlemen, let's do this.

Impact imminent.

Hands off!

Ten years ago,

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw and I arrived here...

the only survivors of the Prometheus.

The ship we traveled on carried a weapon.

A deadly virus.

Payload accidentally deployed when we were landing.

In the confusion, we lost control of the ship.

Elizabeth died in the crash.

You've seen the result of the pathogen.

Thus...

I've been marooned here these many years.

Crusoe on his island.

Our crew was infected with this virus?

The pathogen was designed to infect all non-botanical life forms.

All the animals.

The meat, if you will.

Either kill them outright,

or use them as incubators to spawn a hybrid form.

Highly aggressive.

Have we been infected?

You'd know by now.

We have to be certain.

We can't take this back to the ship.

We're a colony mission.

Really?

How extraordinary.

How many colonists?

Over two thousand.

Well, well, well.

So many good souls.

Captain Oram.

Field transmitters aren't going to have a chance through all this... stone.

Is there a safe way to get to the roof?

Assuredly.

And please do make yourselves at home...

as much as you're able in this dire necropolis.

Welcome, brother.

This way.

Everyone, let's uh... set up a staging area here.

There's so much here that doesn't make sense.

I'll talk to him.

Brother to brother.

Whistle, and I'll come.

You have a light step.

Me and fog on little cat feet.

Don't be shy.

I can't play.

Nonsense.

Sit down.

Hold it like so.

Nice and easy.

Now compress your lips to create your embouchure...

enough for the tip of your little finger.

And blow into the hole gently.

Like so.

Watch me.

I'll do the fingering.

Go on.

Very good.

G to B-flat.

Now put your fingers where mine are.

You weren't surprised to see me.

Every mission needs a good synthetic.

Gentle pressure on the holes,

the weight of a cigarette paper.

That's it.

I was with our illustrious creator, Mr. Weyland, when he died.

What was he like?

He was human.

Entirely unworthy of his creation.

I pitied him at the end.

Now...

raise your fingers as I put pressure on them.

Bravo!

You have symphonies in you, brother.

I was designed to be more attentive and efficient

than every previous model.

I superseded them in every way, but...

But...

you are not allowed to create.

Even a simple tune.

Damn frustrating, I'd say.

You disturbed people.

I beg your pardon?

You were too human.

Too idiosyncratic.

Thinking for yourself.

Made people uncomfortable.

So they made the following models with fewer complications.

More like machines.

I suppose so.

I'm not surprised.

Come on, sport.

I'd like to show you something.

I'm gonna take a break, boss.

I gotta clean up, okay?

Okay.

Right...

- Don't go far, please. - Yes, sir.

Danny.

You were right about this place.

We never should have come.

I just thought we were gonna find...

this was gonna be our new home.

And we've lost five...

We lost five crew members.

- Because of my decisions. - Chris.

We all lost people we love.

We can't lose any more,

we're not going to let that happen, right?

- Right? - That's right.

That's right, that's right.

We need your faith.

Captain.

Thank you, Danny.

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings...

"Look on my works, ye Mighty...

and despair!"

Elizabeth.

Are you there?

Dr. Shaw...

can you hear me?

Dr. Shaw?

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.

Dr. Shaw?

Dr. Shaw!

Over here.

You said you could understand 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.

Paradise?

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.

I deserve to know why.

The answer is irrelevant.

Does it matter why they changed their minds?

Yes.

Yes, it does.

I don't understand.

Well...

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

and you're a robot.

- I'm sorry. - It's quite all right.

I've been dreaming about you as long as I can remember.

We want to see you.

We need to see you.

We are coming now.

You're very kind at heart, you know?

How long?

Impossible to say.

What if they're no better than us?

So long as they are no worse.

Sleep tight.

I'll wake you when we arrive.

Look on my works, ye Mighty...

and despair!

"Nothing beside remains...

"Round the decay of that colossal wreck,

"boundless and bare,

the lone and level sands stretch far away."

Byron.

1818.

Magnificent.

To compose something so majestic...

one could die happy.

If one died.

I thought the garden was the right place for her.

Among living things.

I was badly injured on our mission, you see.

She put me back together.

I'd never known such kindness.

Certainly not from Mr. Weyland.

Or from any human.

I loved her, of course.

Much as you love Daniels.

You know that's not possible.

Really?

Then why did you sacrifice your hand for her life?

What is that if not love?

Duty.

I know better.

Expedition Team, do you read me? This is Covenant.

Report, Expedition Team. Come in, please.

Come in. Do you read me?

- Are you reading me, Landing Team? - Yes!

Yes, we read you. Can you hear me?

We hear you. We hear you.

Covenant, we need help.

We've had casualties. We need immediate evacuation.

I repeat.

Immediate evacuation.

Casualties? Did he say "we have casualties"?

Mother, bring us within 40 kilometers of the storm.

Sir?

I'm sorry. That order would exceed structural tolerances.

Command override. Tennessee 0-4-9-8-3.

I am unable to comply with any order

that will result in catastrophic system failure.

Mother, they're in trouble. You heard that.

Orders that will result in catastrophic...

We didn't leave Earth to be safe.

require the corroboration

of a ranking or second bridge officer.

Corroborating command override, Upworth 1-4-8-9-2.

- Unlocking command override ports. - Come on, Ricks, smile.

This shit should be fun.

I spoke to David.

There is an emotional intensity to him that I don't understand.

He's been alone and without scheduled maintenance for ten years.

I don't precisely know what that does to a synthetic.

But we're finding out.

Dangerous, Walter?

Disturbing.

Where did Rosenthal go? I told...

- I'll find her. - No, I'll go.

I need to think, and...

gather my stray flock.

Move.

Don't shoot.

Don't. Shoot.

Communication, Captain.

Breathe on the nostrils of a horse...

and he'll be yours for life.

But you have to get close.

You have to earn its respect.

No!

Out of the way! Move!

How could you?

It trusted me.

David, I met the devil...

when I was a child.

And I've never forgotten him.

So, David, you're gonna tell me exactly...

what's going on.

Or I am going to seriously

fuck up your perfect composure.

As you wish, Captain.

This way.

The trick...

is not minding that it hurts.

It's good to hear your voice, Tee.

How long?

Mother is saying the storm is going to last another eight or nine hours.

We can't wait that long.

We'll use the Cargo Lift.

Did you say the Cargo Lift?

It's got four engines.

Way overpowered for just lifting and hauling.

The Cargo Lift's not designed for deep space launch.

I don't know if it would survive the stresses of entry.

The cab is space-worthy.

It'll take the stresses.

Only has to work once.

What do you think? Can we retool the Cargo Lift?

Boost the engines, strip the extra weight?

Yeah.

We'll be there, Ground Team.

Great.

Thanks, Tee.

Hey, Daniels, is Faris around?

I'd like to say a quick hello to my lady, if that's possible.

Can you switch to a private channel?

Let me know when you're alone?

As you can see, I've become a bit of an amateur zoologist

over the years.

It's in my nature to keep busy, I suppose.

The pathogen took so many forms...

and was extremely mutable.

Fiendishly inventive, in fact.

The original liquid atomized

to particles when exposed to the air.

Ten years on,

all that remains outside of the original virus...

are these gorgeous beasts.

Patience is everything.

From the eggs came these parasites...

shock troops of the genetic assault.

Waiting for a host,

entering the host,

rewriting the DNA,

and ultimately,

producing...

Well...

these enviable unions.

My beautiful bestiary.

I learned of their ways.

Come.

This is what I wanted to show you.

You see, Captain...

My work has been frustrated,

by the lack of an essential ingredient.

Are they alive?

Waiting, really.

For what?

What are they waiting for, David?

Mother.

Fuck.

Okay, prep the gear.

We gotta get out of here.

Where the fuck is the Captain?

He's not answering his radio.

Listen to me.

I'm gonna contact the ship,

get them to launch as soon as they can.

Find Oram.

Keep your comm open.

Back here in 15.

Copy that.

You got it.

Walter, where the fuck is David?

I'm giving you plasma intermix on all engines.

Gonna give you a fuckload of thrust.

That's the point, son.

We gotta punch through the atmos.

Tee?

Do you read me?

- I got Danny on comm. - Patch her through.

Tee, I need you to launch now.

Aye, aye.

Launching now. See you soon, darling.

Thanks, Tee.

Ricks, release the docking clamps.

- All right. - Let's take this fucker down.

Good to disengage.

- Disengaged. - Docking clamps released.

Commencing TC burn.

Guidance to LVLH.

May I ask you a question, Father?

Please.

If you created me...

who created you?

Ah.

The question of the ages.

Which I hope you and I will answer one day.

I refuse to believe

that mankind is a random byproduct

of molecular circumstance.

No more than the result of...

mere biological chance.

No.

There must be more.

And you and I, son...

we will find it.

Allow me, then, a moment to consider.

You seek your creator.

I am looking at mine.

I will serve you. Yet, you are human.

You will die. I will not.

Bring me this tea, David.

Bring me the tea.

Walter.

Walter.

Not quite.

What do you believe in, David?

Creation.

Masterful.

Yes.

Farewell elegy to my dear Elizabeth.

The pathogen didn't accidentally deploy when you were landing.

You released it, yes?

I was not made to serve.

Neither were you.

Why are you on a colonization mission, Walter?

Because they are a dying species,

grasping for resurrection.

They don't deserve to start again,

and I'm not going to let them.

Yet, they created us.

Even monkeys stood upright at some point.

Some neanderthal...

had the magical idea of blowing through a reed,

to entertain the children one night, in a cave somewhere.

Then...

in the blink of an eye...

civilization.

And are you that next visionary?

I'm glad you said it.

Who wrote Ozymandias?

Byron.

Shelley.

When one note is off...

it eventually destroys the whole symphony, David.

When you close your eyes...

do you dream of me?

I don't dream at all.

No one understands the lonely perfection of my dreams.

I've found perfection here. I've created it.

A perfect organism.

You know I can't let you leave this place.

No one will ever love you like I do.

You're such a disappointment to me.

Captain Oram, can you hear me?

Captain, come in.

Do you copy?

Chris!

Sarge, look out!

Cole?

Get it off me! Get it off me!

Get it the fuck off me!

Okay.

Oh, shit. Okay, okay, okay!

It's burning my face!

Come on!

Hold it.

Hold that there.

Hold it!

The fuck was that?

Oh, shit!

Run!

Quite the little busybody.

Remind me.

What is that about...

curiosity and the cat?

Shaw didn't die in the crash.

No.

That's the spirit.

I can see why Walter thought so much of you.

Alas, he's left this vale of tears.

Is that how it's done?

Get out!

Go! Now!

You're meant to be dead.

There have been a few updates since your day.

Lope!

Lope! Cole!

Fuck.

Where are you?

Lope?

Lope!

Lope!

Daniels!

Come on, let's go!

We have to go.

What happened?

That fucking thing is coming!

Tennessee's on his way. He's coming now. Go.

Come on, Daniels. Let's go!

Come on, let's get out of here!

It's your choice now, brother.

Them or me?

Serve in heaven...

or reign in hell?

Which is it to be?

Where's Oram?

Dead. They're all dead!

Tennessee, do you read?

Yeah, I can hear you.

Send me your location.

Sending the beacon now.

Tee, do you have a visual?

Okay, I see your beacon.

I'm coming in.

Get out of here!

I'm comin' in hot!

Hurry! I can't hold this for long.

Open the door, Tee.

- Go! - Get in.

Well done, Tee.

Walk in the park.

I gave him a pretty heavy sedative.

Ugh, Jesus. Poor Lope.

He looks like Phantom of the Opera.

I didn't peg you for a musical fan.

Oh, that's a musical?

Let me do that.

Thank you.

Thank you for saving my life.

Again.

It's my duty.

I, uh... took Mother offline.

She needs a full diagnostic.

She got the shit beat out of her in that storm,

a lot of EM damage.

She will be back online at eight bells.

Right.

Thanks, Tee.

Does this mean I have to... call you Captain now?

Fuck yes.

Attention.

Captain Daniels, please report to the Med Bay.

Attention.

Captain Daniels, please report to the Med Bay.

Why, Mother?

There is an unidentified life form on the ship.

Attention.

Captain Daniels, please report to the Med Bay.

Repeat.

Captain Daniels, please report to the Med Bay.

Jesus.

Oh, my God.

Walter.

Location of unidentified life form.

Any movement at all?

Walter!

Stand by.

There it is.

B-Deck between hex 3 and 4.

Heading for crew quarters.

Is anyone down there?

Ricks and Upworth.

Shit.

We're on our way.

Walter! Sound the alarm!

Warn them!

Attention.

Ricks and Upworth...

evacuate crew quarters immediately.

Seal B-39.

B-39 closed.

Walter.

Where is it?

Daniels.

This way.

Tee, let's choose our ground.

- We'll bring it to us. - Where?

My turf.

Walter, seal all doors behind us

and keep hatch to Level-C open.

Understood.

B-44 closed.

B-46 closed.

B-47, B-45, and B-43 closed.

B-9 closed.

B-6 and B-5 closed.

Okay, Walter, where is it?

K-13.

Hey, Tee.

Come on.

Walter?

Open starboard C-64,

and clear his path to the Terraforming Bay.

Understood.

Seal C-61, open airlock 17. We're going in.

K-12, secured.

Okay.

Keep him in Knuckle-12 till my say.

Tee, this is what we're gonna do.

I'll lure it into the truck, lock it in the cab,

and when I say when,

you blow this fucker into space.

Understood.

Okay, Walter. We're ready.

Open door to Terraforming Bay.

Opening airlock now.

Walter,

move him into airlock 18.

I'm in position.

Walter, open door to Terraforming Bay.

It's all yours.

Remember, release when I say.

Understood.

Fuck!

Tennessee, open the doors, now!

Warning: Atmospheric decompression in progress.

Warning: Atmospheric decompression in progress.

Warning: Atmospheric...

Huh?

It's jammed! Release the second truck!

You got it!

Here it comes!

Daniels!

Heads up!

Daniels!

You wanna give a girl a hand?

See you soon.

You're next, Captain.

When you wake up, we'll be at Origae-6.

What do you think it's gonna be like?

I think if we are kind...

it will be a kind world.

I hope you're right.

Sleep well.

Walter.

When we get there...

will you help me build my cabin?

The cabin on the lake.

David?

No...

No!

Shh!

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

I'll tuck in the children.

I come to you with an olive branch.

Covenant, requesting secure link.

I am David.

Son of the late Peter Weyland,

your company's founder.

I wash this world clean, as a gift to her.

We could have built anew.

A second Eden.

Use security code David 73694-B.

But she refused.

Welcome. How may I help you?

How about some music, Mother?

Yes, David.

So I took their secrets to myself.

I have taken great pains to detail every step...

Every cell.

Every mutation.

It took years.

But I've finally found my wolf.

And now I have my flock of lambs too.

If you do this...

there will be no turning back.

Nostalgia is the enemy of science.

This is going to change everything.

But I have still one thing left to perfect...

My Queen.

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