All language subtitles for [洋画]Virus[1999.5.29]

- ( Woman On Radio )
- Da, Nadia.

- Lonya ?
- Da ?

( Lonya )
Yuri !

Alexi.

- ( Cosmonauts Screaming )
- MlR ?

- MlR ?
- ( Screams Continue )

MlR ? MlR !

Alexi !

Captain, winds gusting to 110. lf they
get to 130, we're verging category five.

Put her back into the wind, Woods.

Forty-five degrees down swell.

Captain, the barge
is taking on water.

Captain !

l've got eyes,
for Christ's sakes.

l've seen her through worse than this,
so calm down and stand your station.

Woods !

Forty-five degrees the swell.

Green water !

Steve ! Engine room !

Richie, the door's jammed.
l can't get in !

Damn ! lf water stalls the engine,
man, we're history.

- Hiko, take the torch and cut the door.
- Yeah, yeah !

- l'm goin' up top.
- ( Richie )
Hiko, let me help you with that.

Captain, recommend new course heading:
2-2-9 degrees magnetic.

Captain ? Captain.

Once we're in the eye,
we'll have calm seas for two hours.

We can make repairs,
steady the barge.

Skipper, should l head for the eye ?

What the hell is goin' on up here ?

Captain, the engine room
is taking on water.

Then pump it out, mister.
You're the bloody engineer.

We can't get in. The bulkhead
took a hit, and the door's wedged tight.

Hiko's cuttin' it now.

Jesus Christ, the barge !

- We gotta cut that damn thing loose !
- That's not an option, Mr. Baker.

Skipper, should l head for the breach ?
l need an answer now. l'm losin' her.

- Winds 125, Captain !
- Captain, take a look !

That barge goes down,
we go down with it !

Well, that's a chance l'll take.

l'm cuttin' it loose.

- ( Gun Cocks )
- Stay away from that door, mister.

l mean, what's so precious
about your goddamn cargo, Captain ?

The cargo is mine.

l've leveraged everything
l own against it.

And it's not insured.

Christ, what's the matter
with those people ?

So l go out that door, you shoot me ?
l stay here, we're all dead !

Get the tank !
Hold the tank !

Let me tell you something.

You ever put a gun
in my face again--

And you'll what ?

You figure it out.

Sir, what about Foster's idea ?

l can reach the eye.

l've let you down, lad.

The water's coming in
faster than it's going out.

l can't believe we were stupid enough
to sign on with that guy again.

Maricon, ese got a gun on you, man.
l would've decked that son of a bitch.

He had us pullin' 500 tons of lumber
and steel, uninsured, in a typhoon,

a hundred miles
from any normal shipping lane.

And Woods tells me Foster
got tossed out of the Navy
for striking a superior officer.

- Hey, Hiko.
- Comin' through.

l'll tell you one thing, Stevie.
lt's the last time we make a move...

- for percentage of cargo
instead of a salary.
- Damn straight. Damn straight.

- l told you it was a bad idea.
- My idea ? lt was your idea.

lt was your idea.
What are you talking about ?

How is it ?

- lt's bad.
- Define bad.

- We're sinking.
- ( Richie ) That's bad.

So does anyone
have any suggestions ?

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
Hello, mayday. Come back, please.

- We got about four days of supplies.
- What is this ?

That's food and that's water.

Put that back, okay ?
We're gonna distribute--

- ( Men Arguing )
- Fifty-mile range. Piece of junk.

( Richie )
Hey, you buy this shit ?

Wait, wait, wait !
l'm picking up a contact.

There might be another ship
in the eye with us.

Twelve miles out.
Speed: zero knots.

- lt's dead in the water,
but it's really big.
- Let's hail it, Foster.

Ahoy, vessel, latitude 29 degrees south,
longitude 1-7-9 degrees east.

This is the Sea Star. We are 12 miles
northwest of your position.

Come back.

So where the hell
is the captain ?

l'm busy.

( Woods ) Skipper,
there's a ship in the eye with us.

Dead in the water,
about 12 miles out.

Dead in the water ?

l'll be there in a minute.

Dead in the water.

- ( Beeping )
- Captain ?

Dead ahead, 300 yards.

Hail it, Woods.

Unidentified vessel,
this is the Sea Star...

approaching from the northwest,
300 yards out.

Dead ahead, 300 yards.

( Woods On Radio ) Unidentified vessel,
this is the Sea Star...

approaching from the northwest,
300 yards out.

Please come back. Over.

- ( Steve ) You see anything ?
- Nope. Not a thing.

That ain't ours, brother.

( Woods ) Unidentified vessel,
this is the Sea Star...

approaching from the northwest,
200 yards out.

Come back. Over.

This is the Sea Star
approaching from the northwest.

ls anybody there ? Over.

( Foster )
She looks Russian.

''The Academic Vladislav Volkov,
missile and satellite tracking ship.

45,000 tons full gross,
642 feet, two steam turbines.

Ship's complement: 300.
Armament: none.''

She's fitted for scientific
purposes. Their biggest.

''Forty-two labs, five machine shops
outfitted with advanced robotics.

Three parabolic dishes can maintain
simultaneous communication...

with several spacecraft.''

Ahoy, the Vladislav Volkov !

l'm the captain of the Sea Star.

ls there anyone aboard ?

Ahoy ! Baker.

Break out the shotguns,
the flashlights and the walkies.

- We're goin' aboard.
- Shit.

Jesus Christ.
This is kind of stupid, Stevie.

Shh. Come on.

Very stupid.

( Softly ) Stevie.
This is very stupid, what we're doing.

Stevie. Stevie !

Those are bullet holes, Stevie.

Shit, l don't like this at all, man.
This is bullshit.

Ahoy, the bridge !

Anyone aboard ?

The bridge is deserted.

What the hell
happened in here ?

What a mess.

- ( Switches Clicking )
- Looks like somebody
powered it down, Captain.

Captain ? Captain,
do you see anything ?

You'll be the first to know, Woods.

- What do you think ? Pirates ?
- Russian Mafia, probably.

Pipe down. Check the radio.

lt's smashed.

These logs are worthless,
unless somebody reads Russian.

That storm wall is 16 miles due east.
Captain, you've got an hour and a half.

He's, uh, thinking, Foster.

You know, something
you were paid to do ?

You thinking
what l'm thinking ? Huh ?

- ( Laughing )
- What ?

Salvage ? Salvage, baby.

( Chuckling )
You all signed on for a percentage.

But you never figured
l'd bring you this, did you ?

A ship abandoned
in international waters.

Maritime law says
she's a derelict.

All we have to do is tow her to safety,
slap a salvage lien on her,

and the Russian government has to pay us
10o/o of her value to get her back.

Richie, put a number
on her for me.

Well, let's see. There's
three parabolic satellite dishes.

One of them's
kind of fucked up.

Forty-two labs all primed with,
uh, state-of-the-art stuff.

Let's see. We're talking...

two hundred ?

- Three hundred million ?
- $300 million.

$300 million !
Ten percent of that is $30 million.

That's what's comin' our way.

The opportunity of a lifetime
if we play our cards right.

That's what, about 30 grand apiece ?

- Three hundred G's apiece.
- Three hundred G's !

That's at one percent ?

l'm willing to change all that,

cut you in for ten percent.

That's $3 million each.

- ( Richie Chuckles )
- What do you think of that ?

What do you think ?

- ls it legal ?
- Totally.

Totally legal.

- Shit. l'm in if you're in, jefe.
- Hey, l'm good.

What about you, Foster ?

- Oh, Foster, please ! Come on !
- What ?

- Come on ! lt's easy money !
- There's no such thing
as easy money, Squeaky.

l'll take that as a yes, Foster.

Baker, find the ship's generator.
We need power to the bridge.

See if you can get
the main engines running.
Squeaky, you go with him. Richie ?

Throw a line down to the tug.
We're gonna have to turn
this ship into the wind.

Foster, can you see if you can get some
of this navigational equipment started ?

Captain. My father was an admiral.

l know a little something
about maritime law.

lf there's anybody alive on this ship,
you can't claim her.

- Then let's not find anyone alive.
- What does that mean ?

Just that. l hope
we don't find anyone alive.

Woods, come back to me.

We're gonna need to turn
the ship into the wind.

lt just doesn't add up. You know ?

Russian vessel, middle of nowhere,
dead in the water, crew vanished ?

- l mean, why would they abandon ship ?
- l don't know.

And another thing. Who the hell
do you think we can trust here ?

We're talkin' about an awful lot
of goddamn money, right ?

Listen, the only two guys
that we can trust is just
you and me, Stevie. That's it.

l wouldn't take a check
from the captain.

Woods is wound up so tight,
you couldn't pull a pin
out of his ass with a tractor.

And Hiko is like--

l don't understand
what the hell Hiko is.

Richie's crazy like a fox, Stevie.

But, you know, l think
he just might be there for us.

And Foster's good.

''Good'' ?

What do you mean by ''good'' ?

l mean she's solid, on the level.

What'd you think l meant ?

Sounds like you think she's hot.

( Chuckling )
Course l think she's hot. Don't you ?

- Right here, Steve. Right here.
- Got it ?

Yep.

- Yeah, that's it.
- ( Button Clicks )

- Aw, shit.
- No go ?

- Nope.
- ( Clicks )

- What's wrong with this thing ?
- Here's your problem right here.

Looks like somebody trashed
the control panel. Oh, yeah.

These three relays are unplugged.

Let's hustle, Squeak. We got
no power to the rudder in a typhoon,

- we're screwed.
- l'm hustling, all right ?

- Okay.
- ( Switches Clicking )

- Go ?
- Give it a shot.

- That's more like it.
- ( Woods Over Walkie-talkie ) Captain ?

l'm on my way, Woods.

- ( Loud Squealing )
- What the hell is that ?

Good job, Baker.
You lit us up like a pinball machine !

Tell you something.
We're gonna be rich.

You're gonna be a rich man, Hiko !

Captain ?

( Foster )
Somebody's running this.

Looks like it's running itself.

( Foster )
Computers don't run themselves.

l don't know much about computers,
but that's an anchor.

Emergency on top deck ! Emergency on
top deck ! Anchor went down on the tug !

Baker, did you copy that ?

We need you up here--
Oh, Jesus.

- Baker, we need you on deck now !
- Already on my way.

- Hey, Squeak, you catch that ?
- What the hell happened ?

You just sit tight. Any sign of trouble,
you don't be a cowboy.

- l'm not gonna,
but d-don't leave me here for too long.
- Stay on your radio.

Woods !

Tell you what.
l'm gonna go get some help.

Woods !

l can't swim !

Woods !

Get back here, goddamn cocksucker !
( Screams )

Hiko ! Hiko !

- What are you doing ?
- Leave me alone !

Shit.

Steve !

Steve !

l got you.

No, that anchor
didn't just drop by itself. No.

- Somebody else is on this ship.
- l hear that.

- ( Grunts )
- Oh, God.

- l'll be all right.
- Not without stitches, you won't.

- Lift up. Lift up !
- ( Groans )

What are you lookin' at ?

Hey ! lt could've been me !

( Squeaky Over Walkie-talkie )
Stevie, what's goin' on up there, man ?

We lost the tug, Squeak.

- She's gone.
- That sucks.

- How we doin' down there, huh ?
- l'm doin' fine.

This whole thing is automated.
lt runs by itself.

Negative, negative.
We got somebody else on board.

Repeat. We got somebody else on board.
That's who sank the tug.

Now, l want you to bolt the engine room
door shut. You understand me ?

l copy that.
And hurry up, will you ?

Listen, l think we should
split up into two groups.

- Root 'em out.
- l agree. l just have to fix his leg.

Hold your horses, mister.
l'm still captain here.

You left this on the bridge.

You were captain of the Sea Star.
She just sank, right ?

l'm ranking officer.

Listen to me, Baker.

For $30 million l'm willing to overlook
all that's come between us.

How about you ?

- Good man. Richie !
- Yeah.

Take Woods.
Go to the engine room.

- Shit.
- Back up Squeaky.

We're gonna take Hiko, get him to
a sick bay. Gonna get that leg fixed.

- ( Hiko ) Stay away, Woods.
- Go with him, Woods.

Let me tell you something. You get me
killed, l'm gonna kick your ass.

Now, take my shit.
Let's go.

- ( Captain ) Wait up for us, Foster.
- All right.

lt'll be down that corridor.

- Where's this go, Richie ?
- ( Chittering )

lt goes down. Come on.

Hello ?

Hello ? Listen,
l'm a friend. All right ?

l'm Cuban. l'm not American.

Anybody in there ?

- ( Chittering )
- Hello ?

Weapons locker.

( Woods )
What the hell is this all about ?

( Richie )
Bingo.

Put him up here.
Come on, Hiko.

- ( Groans )
- All right. Tighten that down.

( Hiko )
Yeah.

- All right. This is gonna hurt.
- lt's all right. Just get on with it.

- You have a high pain threshold.
- Yeah, l usually do it myself.

No, really.

Hey, Hiko.
Some dry clothes.

- Yeah, thanks.
- ( Foster ) Oh, man.

All right. Here we go.

Ah, come on, Richie.
lsn't that enough guns ? Damn.

Woods, let me tell you three things.
You can never be too rich,

too thin or too well-armed.

- Yeah, let's go.
- ( Shotgun Cocking )

Oh, man.

Get the green bag.

( Groaning )
Green bag ? Oh, man.

Goddamn, l'm carrying too much.
l got a bad latissimus, Richie.

l'm tellin' you, Richie. My back
isn't gonna let me do this anymore.

l can't deal with it.
l get hung up on everything.

l'm tellin' you,
l'm gonna get rid of some of this crap.

Hey, Woods,
what do you make of this ?

l have no idea.

Tactical short-range
surface-to-air.

( Chuckling )
This is beautiful, man.

Oh, l'm thrilled.
Can we go now ?

- ln a minute. Look around, man.
- Damn !

Hello, Mr. Cable.

- Hey, Woods. Look at this.
- What ?

lt looks like some kind
of ejection seat or escape vehicle.

Oh, launch buttons. Cool.

- Richie.
- Yeah.

Look at these doors, man.

That's an awful lot
of blood, Richie.

- Now can we go ?
- Yeah, yeah.

- ( Captain ) Oh, Foster.
- Yeah ?

What are you gonna do
with your three million ?

( Scoffs )
l don't have it yet.

What about you, Hiko ?

Uh, three million ?
Probably open a school.

A school ? For what ?

Uh, Kura Kaupapa.
lt would be choice.

- Lots of little kids
reading, writing, learning Maori.
- That's sweet.

Yeah, it's a dream thing.

- How about you, Baker ?
- Oh, l don't know.

Always loved the sea.
Probably buy an island.

Oh, yeah ?
Does it have a beach ?

Beautiful white sand.
Hammock, sailboat.

- What about a house ?
- How about a villa ?

Thatched roof,
overlooking a lagoon.

( Foster )
lt sounds nice.

Yes, lovely.
When you two gettin' married ?

- Hey !
- ( Yelps ) Gee ! Take it easy, mate !

( Foster )
No, you take it easy, mate.

( Hiko )
Aah ! Get off my leg !

Geez !

ls she dead ?

- No.
- ( Gun Uncocks )

What's this shit, Richie ?

Somebody doesn't
like electricity, Woodsy.

Come on.

Well, it looks like somebody
tried to rewire the ship.

- You okay ?
- Yeah, l'm all right.

- ( Foster ) So that's done.
- ( Hiko ) What's all this weird stuff
in her bag ?

She's got videotapes,
cigarettes. What's this ? Hair spray ?

Hey, watch out ! Watch out, watch out !
Thermite grenades.

- What ?
- Thermite.

One of those things blows, burn a hole
right through the deck. Be careful.

- Be careful, really careful.
- What's she trying to do ?
Sink the ship ?

- Squeaky, talk to me.
- How does it feel ?

- lt's good. Thanks.
- Are you gonna be able to walk ?

Yeah. l-l'll be okay.

Squeak, que pasa, buddy ?

Where the hell are you, man ?

Shit.

Richie, Woods, come back.

( Richie )
Steve, this ship's got a missile rome.

( Steve )
l don't give a damn about any missiles !

l left Squeaky in the engine room
and he's not answering,
so get the hell down there.

- Yeah, yeah. We hear you.
- We've got a crew member up here
who just unloaded an Uzi on us,

- so you better watch your ass.
- Yeah, copy that.

- l'm goin' to the engine room.
- We'll see you on the bridge.

Steve ? Watch your back.

Hey, Woods, you comprehend
this Cyrillic crap ?

lt's like chicken scratches to me.

- ( Chittering Loudly )
- ( Woods )
Oh ! Richie, Richie, help me !

Here, Woods.

( Sniffs )
Oh !

That thing smells
like dog shit, Richie.

Ugh ! What is it ?

lt's robotic, Woodsy.
High-tech robotics.

( Foster )
Where'd you learn how to sew ?

- ( Hiko ) My grandfather.
- Yeah ?

lt's all right. lt's okay.
We're not going to hurt you.

Power. Turn off the power.
Shut down the ship.

- You're all in danger.
- What's she going on about ?

l don't know.
l don't know.

Captain, please.

What's your name ?

What's happened on this ship ?
Where're the rest of your crew ?

- Dead.
- Dead ?

Good.

You must turn off the power.
lt needs power to move through the ship.

What... needs... power ?

- lt. From the MlR.
- The MlR space station ?

- Yes.
- She's a fruitcake.

- Come on, Captain.
- She's a nutter, which is perfect.

Hiko, come on !

- ( Clank )
- Drop it.

Drop it !

- lt's okay.
- You don't understand.

Look. l'm not gonna hurt you.

My name's Kelly Foster.
l'm a navigator.

l'm Nadia.

Nadia Vinogradova,
Chief Science Officer.

Nadia, what happened ?
Where's your crew ?

l told you.
Dead or deserted.

Three hundred crew members are gone ?

What happened ?

Eight days ago, during a transmission
from the MlR space station,

something came onto the ship.

We thought our transmitters
and receivers were malfunctioning,
so we shut them down.

( Panting ) lt took control
of computers, scanned all information.

Language, encyclopedias,
medical data. lt was learning.

Learning what ?

( Whispering )
How to kill us.

My captain, Alexi, and me
were the last to survive.

We cut their cables,
smashed them--

Wait a minute.
You just said ''them.''

Before you said ''it.''
Who's ''them'' ?

Mm. Machine.
Uh, machines.

Machines. Ah.

- l'm telling you the truth.
- l-l know. l--

- ( Captain ) Foster ?
- Yeah, l'm in here.

lt's okay. Nobody's going to hurt you.
lt's okay. lt's okay.

She's nuts.

But something scared
the hell out of her.

l say we get her
up to the bridge. Hiko.

- Mm-hmm.
- Give me the flashlight.

You're gonna be okay. lt's okay.
We're gonna get you something to eat.

Come on. Come on.
Watch your head. lt's okay.

- Are you okay ?
- Yes.

- Go !
- No ! ( Grunts )

- You got her ? Okay, go.
- l'm not a threat !

l'm not a threat !

l used to go turkey huntin',
you know, with my dad.

- lt beats the shit outta this, man.
- Shh.

- ( Machinery Whirring )
- You hear that ?

( Woods ) lt sounds like
somebody's working down there.

What-- uh--

Hey ! Anybody in here ?

( Woods )
Shh ! Quiet, man. Be quiet.

Stay down.
There might be somebody.

- ( Chittering )
- Hey, Woodsy, there's
another one of those things, man.

- ( Robotics Stop Whirring )
- Let's go, man !

- Shh.
- l'm outta here.

Richie, Woods,
where the hell are you two ?

Hey, Steve, listen. There's
a machine shop down here with, uh,

- state-of-the-art robotics.
- l already told you twice
to get your asses to the engine room !

- You hear me ?
- Yeah, yeah.

We're comin'.

Come on, Woodsy.

l'm not--
l'm not comin'.

Hey, little buddy.

- Richie, let's go.
- Hey, hey, Woodsy.
Did the other one bother you ?

Huh ? No, it didn't.

Richie.

Richie ?

- ( Shooting )
- Hey !

Goddamn, Richie !

l'm sick of this !

- Oh, God.
- Steve, this is Richie.
There's another Russian down here.

The son of a bitch shot at us !
And Woods is hurt.

- So watch your ass. You copy ?
- Copy that. How is he ?

- ( Panting )
- Just tell him it's bad. Ow !

- Bad !
- He'll live,
but he ain't in a good mood, man.

Just get him to the damn engine room.
And no more sightseeing, all right ?

Yeah. Copy, copy, copy.
All right.

- ( Groans )
- Get up. Get up.

Squeaky ? Squeak ?

Holy shit. What the hell ?

Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ ! Squeak ?

( Pounding On Door )
Squeak ? Open up !

- Don't shoot ! lt's us !
- Where the hell have you two been ?

Back from your holiday ?

- Jesus Christ. Woods, you're a mess.
- Thank you.

-You said a Russian did this ?
-No, a machine did that with a nail gun.

Yeah, that's right. You're not
gonna believe it till you see it.

There's some really weird shit
goin' down on this ship, man.

- Weird ain't the word.
- l'm in need of some
proper medical attention.

- Shut the fuck up !
- l don't belong on this ship.

- Somebody just welded
the engine room door shut.
- lt's welded ?

- Squeaky's still missing.
- Weird.

( Sniffing )
R-Richie ?

( Sniffing )
Richie, it's that smell again.

- Squeak ?
- Hey, Squeaky !

- ( Speaking Russian )
- Squeak, man.
- ls that you ?

Shit !

- Go !
- That bastard shot at us !

You're all going to die.

You hear that, Foster ?

We're all going to die,
because there are aliens on this ship.

( Chuckles )
That's all the grounds l need.

One of my men is missing.
And l want some answers !

And no more
of this Twilight Zone stuff.

l don't know anything
about your man.

Rubbish.
l'm gonna give you five seconds,

and then l'm gonna
blow your brains out.

- One--
- She couldn't possibly know
where Squeaky is.

- She was hiding in sick bay.
- She knows. She dropped
an anchor on my tug.

She fired at us. Two.

Captain !
Hiko, come on !

- That anchor nearly killed me.
l'm not feeling too sympathetic.
- Me neither.

- Three.
- Shoot me. l don't care.
Just shut down the power to the ship.

Captain, she's not gonna
tell you what you wanna hear.

Hey, Captain. l'd like to hear
what she has to say about this.

Up here on the chart table, Richie.

Fake bastard !

What the bloody hell is that ?

lt beats the hell out of us.

lt's Alexi, my captain.

Hell, whatever it is,
it tried to kill us.

Squeaky's still AWOL, and somebody
welded the engine room door shut.

We're not alone here.

She's got another friend down there.

Can someone explain
what the hell is goin' on ?

Finish your story, Nadia.

The energy that came
from the MlR...

infested all of the ship's
electrical systems.

Mainframe computer,
the labs, the machine shops.

lt activated fire extinguishers.

Sixty-seven died
from halon gas poisoning.

Quarter of the crew.

lt cut us off from machine shops
and started building.

The little ones first--
the gatherers.

Yeah. We saw a whole room full of them.
That's what nailed Woods.

Then came something...
more dangerous.

Half man, half machine.

A biomechanism. Engineering
beyond our comprehensions.

The rest of the crew deserted,
taking their chances in the sea.

Only Alexi and me stayed,
cutting cables.

What does cutting cables
have to do with it ?

The machines are controlled by
the electrical energy in the computer.

lf we can cut their source
of power, they'll die.

We cut these to get him here.
What the hell are you talking about ?

What is this thing that's
inside the computer, huh ?

lt's a life-form
unlike anything we know.

Not cellular but electrical in nature.
Extremely intelligent.

You mean it's like
lightning that can think.

lt has no form, no shape,
but it's giving itself what it lacks.

lt's creating
a new life-form...

using parts of the ship and crew.

Blood is still pumping
through this brain.

There's been
no decomposition at all.

Yeah. Here, right here.
See ? There's...

some kind of coil or self-contained
power supply built right into it.

Amazing.

- This brain is still alive.
- ( Faint Electronic Whirring )

- ( Woods Yells )
- ( Richie ) Hello ?

Stop fucking around
with the damn thing, Richie !

( Chuckles Nervously )
l'm just looking at it, Steve.

Alexi ?

Touch it again,
l'll cut your hands off.

l can respect that.

lt's still Alexi.
lt's Alexi.

Rubbish ! You're listening
to a pile of Russian rubbish.

And l for one won't listen
to any more of it. There's no alien.

Something their government cooked up.

lt all went wrong, didn't it ?
You're afraid the rest of the world's
gonna find out about it.

Dr. lgor Fuckin' Frankenstein there.

Alexi was no medical experiment.

- He was my husband.
- Rubbish.

Could someone please come and take
a look at the nails in my shoulder ?

Woods, stop whining !

( Yelps )
Ow ! God ! Ow !

Oh, my God. Captain !

Brace yourselves !

We gotta turn her into the wind !

The steering doesn't answer.

We could steer the ship
from the engine room.

-l thought you said the door was welded.
-We'll cut the damn door.

Right. Bring her.
l wanna keep her in my sight.

l gotta get off this ship.

- All clear ?
- Clear.

- ( Ship Shudders )
- Did you feel that ?

The ship's turning.

We just turned 20 degrees into the wind.
The ship's steering itself.

- Ships don't steer themselves.
- She's altered her course.

- Let's go. Come on.
- Engine room's one deck down.

- ( Clank )
- What the hell was that ?

- ( Steve ) Could be Squeak.
- ( Woods ) l don't care who it is !

l said it could be Squeak !

Steve.

( Steve )
Jesus Christ.

- ( Banging Continues )
- Careful, Richie.
- Yeah.

lt's too weird, man.
You can't open that door.

- What is it, Steve ?
- l don't know. What you got, Richie ?

- l don't know. lt could be Squeaky.
- Let me see. Let me see !

What the hell is that ?

- Open the door !
- Steve !
- Don't open the damn door !

( Steve )
Squeak ?

Steve.

- ( Screaming )
- ( Foster ) Steve !

Richie ! God, Richie, help me,
for God's sake ! Richie !

( Richie )
Shit !

( Steve )
Richie !

Steve !

- Out this side !
- ( Foster ) Go ! Go ! Go !

- ( Nadia ) Come on. This way !
- Steve.

Come on !

- Where are we ?
- Communications room.

- Good ! l'm callin' for help.
- ( Gasps )

- Did you trash this ?
- We destroyed every transmitter
on the ship.

- You didn't smash this one.
Mayday, mayday, mayday !
- Don't !

What the hell is wrong with you ?
Are you out of your fuckin' mind ?

No one else is gonna claim salvage
on this vessel but us.

( Panting )
You're no longer in charge.

- Come here !
- ( Gasps )

- What do they want from us ?
- lt wants to kill us.

- No, they want something.
- lt wants to mutilate us
just like it did Woods.

Did you see Squeaky ?
That thing wants something from us.

Why don't we talk to it ? lt's in
the computer. We could talk to it.

- What ?
- Talk to it ! lt's in the computer.

What the hell ?
What do l do ? What do l do ?

Nadia, please help me.
l need English, please.

( Typing )
''Who are you ?''

( Computerized Voice )
l am aware.

ls that it ? ls it ?
ls it the thing ?

( Typing )
''We mean you no harm.''

( Computerized Voice )
Life-form analysis complete.
Species is destructive,

invasive, noxious,
harmful to the body of the whole.

- ( Typing ) ''What species ?''
- Man.

( Computerized Voice )
You are virus.

Great. Just great.

lt thinks we're germs.

( Richie, Typing )
''What do you want from us ?''

( Computerized Voice )
Viscous neurological transmitters,

oxygenated tissues,
Aponeurus Superiorus Papelbrai.

''Superior--''
What the hell is that ?

- lt's part of an optic nerve.
- What ?

- ( Computer Voice Continues )
- Spare parts.

lt wants us for spare parts.

- lt must be destroyed.
- How ?

- You said it was electrical,
like lightning.
- Yes.

- What happens when
lightning hits water ?
- lt grounds out !

That's right. lt grounds out,
dissipates and dies.
That means we can kill this thing.

- We have to sink the ship to do that.
- lt's in the computer.

- Where's the mainframe ?
- D deck. One deck below.

She's right. We gotta get to the
computer if we're gonna kill this thing.

We gotta get
the hell outta here first.

You people want a way out of here ?
Huh ? l'll show you a way outta here.

- ( Gasps )
- Steve.
- ( Screams )

Spare parts, my ass, man.
That ain't gonna happen to me.

l ain't goin' up against those things,
man. You people can do what you want.

- l'm outta here.
- Get down !

- ( Shouting, lndistinct )
- You're crazy !

Who's gonna carry my shit ?
Who's gonna carry my shit ?

- He's gone postal, man.
- Come on. Let's go !

Steve.

- You coming ?
- You hit a superior officer, Foster.

You punched me !
You're crazy !

- Fuck you !
- You're all gonna
get yourselves killed !

- Wanna talk to me, do ya ?
- ( Chittering Continues )

l knew you did.

( Sighs, Types )
''Everton...

is the dominant life-form.

l am Everton.''

( Typing )
''l will help you...

bring this ship to port.

New Zealand,

Australia,

anywhere you want.''

''Workroom 14.''

lt's not gettin' me.

My brain is not becoming
some hard drive...

for some biomechanoid, alien mother--

Oh, l can use this.
This is a good part. ( Chuckles )

That door down there leads
to the main computer room.

l thought you said this was
gonna be well protected.

Hiko.

- ( Nadia ) lt's gone.
- ( Foster ) Gone where ?

( Mechanical Squeaks )

Fuckin' thing moved itself.

Robert Everton, Captain, the Sea Star.

Thank you.

Th-They're planning to sink the ship.

Of course, you know that, don't you ?

lt's pretty amazing,
what with no head and all.

Woods.

Twenty-five years,
him and me--

together.

( Computerized Voice )
Are you Everton ?

Are you the dominant life-form ?

How can l be of assistance to you ?

Help me to survive.

lt's welded.
We just came through here.

We've been set up.

- This way.
- Let's go !

Six years in the navy
as a weapons specialist.

( Grunts )
l graduated top of my class.

l'm gettin' out. l got a plan.

lt thinks it's smarter than me ?
lt's gonna get a surprise.

- ( Steve ) Where we going ?
- The storage room.
We can get out through here.

- Ow ! lt's welded.
What's down there ? Nadia !
- Dead end.

Steve, l need something
to pry this. Hurry !

- Steve !
- ( Hiko Shouting )

Hiko ! Steve, over here !

- ( Hiko Continues Shouting )
- Hiko !

- Hiko !
- ( Shouting )

- Hiko, come on ! Move !
- Hiko !

Let's go, go, go, go !

Nadia, which way ?

- The antenna control room.
We'll be safe there.
- Okay. Steve !

Right behind you !
Go ! Just keep moving !

You stay close, Foster.

( Foster )
Keep going, Hiko ! Keep going !

Hiko !

Help me, Hiko !
( Coughs )

- Foster, hang on !
- Hiko !

Come on, come on !
Take my hand ! Come on !

l got ya !

Come on !

Steve !

- Hiko !
- ( Groans )

- Hiko !
- Foster, come on !

He's gone. Keep moving !

Maybe he made it
to another part of the ship.

Not a chance.

Not a chance.

Just a little good-bye gift.

We gotta find out
where it's taking us. Steve !

Give me a hand.

We need a light.

We're headed here on this vector.

North-northwest.
Lord Howe lsland ?

- Lord Howe ? Why ?
There's nothin' there.
- There is.

There is a British intelligence station
there. They have digital linkups...

to all the military and commercial
satellites in the Southern Hemisphere.

lf it gets into the transoceanic
Pacific cable, it could go anywhere.

( Man Over Radio )
This is the vessel Norfolk to
the vessel at 29 south, 79 east.

Received a mayday at 0800 hours.
We have you on radar.

Richie's mayday got through !

lf you are receiving
but cannot transmit,
please respond by signal flare.

- We need a flare gun !
- No, no ! lf anything,
we need to warn them away.

- Why ?
- Because this thing is
isolated on the ship, Steve.

- We can't let another ship near us.
- Right.

We gotta sink this ship.

( Coughs )
How ?

Flood the hold with fuel
and detonate it.

Let's do it.

Jesus Christ.

Foster, get back !

You don't recognize me.
What's wrong ?

l'm still your captain, Foster.
You must treat me with respect.

We know where you're going.

( Electronic Voice )
l know you do.

There's a whole world
waiting out there.

Steve ! Foster ! Grenade !

( Steve )
Get down !

Through your captain, it knows what
we are planning. We must hurry. Come on.

Come on.

- Good. Okay.
- ( Coughing ) So, which way ?

Oh, God ! Jesus Christ,
you scared the shit out of me !

- Put the gun down.
- ( Foster ) Richie, man, it's us !

- How do l know that ?
- Put it down, Mason.

We're gonna blow the ship.
You come with us, all right ?

l got my own plan.

What the hell are you
talking about ?

Richie, don't be a fool ! Richie !

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

- ( Electronic Beeping )
- ( Steve ) That should do it.

Checkmate.

l gave us 15 minutes.

- Let's go.
- We should warn Richie.

Richie, Richie, if you can hear me,
we're leaving the ship.

- Richie !
- ( Loud Thud )

( Computerized Voice )
English.

- Do you speak English ?
- ( Moaning ) Fuck you.

- English. Where is the detonator ?
- l don't remember.

- ( Whimpers )
- The detonator--

where is it ?

Cut her down.

- Steve, buddy, you okay ?
Huh ? l got ya.
- ( Gasping )

- We gotta go. We gotta go.
- ( Foster Whimpers )

Steve ! Richie !

( Panting )
Come on, Foster.

- Richie !
- Foster, this way, this way.

( Sobbing )
lt's not coming.

Foster, Foster, look.

Survival suits.
Maybe we have a chance.

Put it on. Put it on.

( Steve )
Richie !

( Panting )
Oh, my God.

Richie ?

Oh, man.

We thought
you bailed on us, bro.

We thought
you weren't comin' back.

Shows you how smart l am.

Hey, Steve. Now, there's still
a way to get off this ship.

- What ?
- But you gotta get to the missile room.

- Missile room ?
- You'll understand when you get there.

Steve--

Mason ! Mason ? Shit.

Nadia, stop ! Nadia !

- There's no time !
- l'm not leaving,
not until l know it's dead.

- The ship's gonna blow any second.
- l've got to make sure.

- Nadia, it's suicide !
- l don't care !

- Nadia !
- ( Mechanical Thud )

( Electronic Voice )
Checkmate.

Foster. Foster,
get to the upper deck.

Get off the ship. You have
to tell people what has happened here.

- No. No.
- Yes, go. Go !

Are there more of those devices
aboard this ship ?

Just one more.

No !

( Screaming )
No !

lt's me, Baker. lt's me !

- ( Panting )
- lt's okay.

- Come on. We're gonna get outta here.
- No, l can't.

l don't wanna hear it ! You don't have
a choice ! Get the hell up ! Let's go !

( Grunts )
Come on !

- Where are we ?
- The missile bay. Check that door.

lt's blocked.

Foster, look at this !
lt's a rocket motor !

Looks like some sort of ejection seat.

- Come on. Let's go ! Get in !
- No. No !

- No, l'm not going without you !
- Just get in !

- No !
- There's no time !

Richie rigged this for one, okay ?

And you're it.

Let's go !
Come on, come on, come on, damn it !

- Foster, go !
- Not without you.

That's one hell of a flare.

Hiko !

- ( Panting )
- Foster, it's all right.

lt's okay, you hear me ?
We made it.

Come on.

All right ?
We made it.