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(Ominous orchestral music)

- [Mace] The first lesson I learned when I joined

the service was, when they tell you it's a routine mission,

take extra ammo.

We were responding to an SOS that was picked up

out of deep space frequency,

when I was ordered to babysit a science team

as part of my landing party.

I should have known.

In my line of work, nothing is routine.

(Teleportation whooshing)

All right, we all here?

Look alive, people.

- What do you think, Captain?

Looks like a darned time warp.

Keep an eye out for Hansel and Gretel.

- All right, everybody, stay close.

- Commander Carter?

Oxygen levels on this planet are much less than I thought.

I'm going to have to up the dosages.

- You got to be kidding.

- Jose, zip it.

All right, Doc, do your thing.

Go get your needles out.

(Jose murmuring)

Jose, you're on point.

Make sure no one comes in that backside.

- Ignore the cowboy.

We've got work to do.

Let's go.

(Device beeping)

(soft orcehestral music)

- [Mace] Yeah, Pap, maybe get someone up on the roof,

will ya?

- Sir. - What?

- I've lost a couple of the science nerds.

- Ah, don't they know we're not here to pick flowers?

- [Anna] Wow.

Look at this place.

Strange.

(Raptor growling)

(device beeping)

- Amazing detail.

- Come on, Volkov.

Let's get back to base camp.

(Raptor growling)

(device beeping)

(raptor growling)

What was that?

(Raptor growling)

(device beeping rapidly)

(raptor growling)

(Volkov screaming)

Oh, my god.

Volkov!

Volkov!

Volkov!

- Let's go!

- Marines, move out.

Get the case.

- What happened?

- Something dragged Volkov off.

- What, what was it?

- [Anna] Like a giant lizard, or some kind of-

- [Mace] Marines, perimeter.

- We have to go find him. We have to-

- Wait.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Here there be dragons.

- [Mace] Ow.

- When are we going after Volkov?

- Oh, I'm sure he's already dead.

- We'll look for Volkov after we're ready to travel.

- [Pappy] Easy, big boy.

Now you.

Stand still.

- We stepped in it again.

- Well, that's what we do.

- [Anna] Check out this reading.

- There.

You should all feel shortness of breath

for the next few minutes.

Till then, try not exerting yourselves.

- Yeah, you tell that to the lizard.

- All right, everybody, listen up.

We're going back to base camp, and we're going

to divide up into three teams.

Jack, take Krieger, Dr. Tygon, find me that SOS signal.

Jose, you're with me.

We'll look for Volkov in the village.

Pappy, secure base camp.

Get these people to help you move the gear.

- Ready? Let's move out. - Everybody.

That means you too.

Go on.

Ground team to Sante, come in.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

Ground team to Sante.

Come on, big bro.

Nick, are you listening?

- Sante, here, Mace.

Can you give me ground status?

- Ask me another question.

I'm not real comfortable with that one right now, Chief.

I'm looking at the Middle Ages.

It looks like King Arthur's Court or something.

You sure we're in the right place?

- Amazing sight, isn't it?

Great detail work.

They could use those guys in Hollywood.

- Oh yeah?

How do you know that?

Satellite photographs.

Don't worry about that football field, Mace.

Just give us a touchdown.

- Double time, folks.

This ain't a picnic.

Come on, men.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Come on, ladies, move your buns.

Sorry, ma'am.

- Jose? - Yeah?

- Do you think Volkov is alive?

- No, I don't.

- Too bad.

I kind of liked that guy.

- Come on, men.

Move, move, move, move, move.

- You know, I'm not getting a real good vibe

about this place.

- Use your best judgment.

But you got to spend some time down there.

Don't cut and run at the first hint of trouble, old buddy.

- I never run from anything in my life.

You know that.

Just stay tuned. Ground team out.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

All right, people, saddle up.

Get ready to move out.

- Let's go.

- [Mace] You men get the heavy equipment.

Now.

- I'm coming with you.

In case you've forgotten, we're also here to search

for signs of alien life.

- Doc, I think we already found that.

- Captain Carter, Volkov was my colleague.

I'd really like to find him too.

- Even if you got him killed?

- That's not fair.

- Well, all right.

Stay with me.

Do as I say.

If you get yourself killed, keep quiet about it, will you?

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(device beeping)

(raptor growling)

- The creatures resemble prehistoric earth dinosaurs.

Still processing species data.

The landing zone is an almost perfect recreation

of Elizabethan England.

The buildings almost perfect replicas.

But something not quite right, almost like a stage set,

built from some long ago memory.

- Yeah, a town full of antiques.

Just like these guns we're carrying.

Pump shotguns, .3006, AK-47.

What's this, budget cuts?

These are antiques.

- I'll tell you what.

Way back in 1951, the US Air Force baptized the B-52 bomber.

60 years later, we were still using it to bomb

the hell out of our enemies.

If it works, it works.

(Raptor growling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

What?

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptor growling)

(meat squishing)

(raptor growling) (gun firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- What did you see?

- I found Volkov.

- Was he-

- Want me to draw you a picture?

- Oh.

- Should have brought my bucket and shovel.

(Suspenseful orchestral music) (raptor growling)

- Blow it?

- No, I'd like to try something a little more subtle.

I don't want to wake the whole neighborhood.

- You know, I was thinking.

It's amazing that we have all this technology to turn

ourselves into molecules, and beam our collective asses down

to this planet.

But I thought we ought to have something a little bit

more formidable than my daddy's old rifle gun, next time

a dinosaur comes to dinner.

- Come on, Sarge.

It's not the weapon.

It's the man behind the weapon.

Laser gun's not going to kill you any deader than a .44.

- You don't really believe that crap, do you, sir?

- Just stop all this macho posturing

and get a little more proactive about our mission.

You sound like kissing cousins at an Alabama gun show.

- Stand aside.

Clear.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Anna] Here.

Move closer to that building.

Okay, open it.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptor growling)

- Where is all the people? - They aren't people.

- What is this? - C4.

It blows things up.

Pappy, where do you want the C4?

- It goes where we go.

- But we're staying here.

- Estevez, repeat after me.

Do what Pappy says. - Do what Pappy says.

- Or he'll kill you.

- Or he'll, okay, sir. - Yeah, good boy.

Pack it up.

- I got a reading.

Open it.

- Whoa.

(Electricity buzzing)

Wow, check this out.

- That's not it.

Put it back.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

This is it.

(Machine humming)

(machine humming)

(electricity zapping) Ah, oh, no!

Oh no.

Ah.

- [Estevez,] Well, looks like we got here

a little too late, sir.

- Mace.

This is Jack, over.

- Come in, Jack.

- We found the transmitter.

Locals left it behind.

This is a dead planet, sir.

- Not completely dead.

Hang on, Jack.

I think Rogers' got something.

What are you picking up?

- I don't know.

I don't think it's anything.

- Well, you sure you know how to use that thing?

- Yes, captain.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptors growling)

(weapons firing)

- Mace, we need your help here!

- Hang on Pappy.

- Jack, base camp's being attacked.

- Base camp's under attack. Move out.

Move, move move.

- [Solider] Come on.

(Raptors growling)

- Cover me!

- Gun's jammed, Pappy.

(Weapon firing) (raptors growling)

- Ah!

No, Pappy, no! (Weapon firing)

Pappy!

No, Pappy.

I'm sorry, Pappy.

Oh, my god.

(Weapons firing) (raptors growling)

- [Mace] Cease fire.

All right, perimeter.

(Pappy groaning)

- Tygon!

Tygon!

- [Pappy] It hurts.

Stop faking it.

- Hang in there.

- Hang in there. - Move.

Move.

I got him.

Petrovic!

Petrovic.

Get the medic.

Start on that.

Move.

Other side.

Clip it.

Put pressure on that.

- What the hell have those lizards got against us?

- They're not lizards.

They resemble velociraptors, extinct on Earth

for over 66 million years.

- Extinct?

Well, I guess they didn't get the memo.

- Go make ready. We're pulling out.

- We haven't completed our testing yet.

We still need more time.

- Well, I just lost two men, doc.

I'm not about to lose a third.

- I am the science team leader, and I am

telling you we need more time.

Anyway, you're under a corporate directive-

- Go to hell. - What did you say?

I'm not finished with you.

- Hey, don't push me too far, doc.

You ain't got the craw for it.

- That is a disgusting habit.

- Yeah, it certainly is.

All right.

Prepare to evacuate.

- We aren't going anywhere.

Don't you start with me too, doc.

- Look up at the sky.

- See that fireworks display up there?

That's cutting off all communication

between us and the ship.

- What are you talking about?

- It's a radiation storm.

- Ground team to Santee.

Ground team to Santee.

Come in.

(Mace garbling under static)

Nick, are you listening?

(Thunder rumbling)

- Any contact with the surface?

- Nothing.

Sensors indicate a major radiation front

hovering over the target grid.

I can't see them through the storm.

And if I can't see them, I can't bring them back.

- How long will the storm last?

- There's no way to tell.

They come and go on a whim.

- Come on, Bakewell.

Come in.

Come in, Santee.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- There we go. - Hey, Hansen.

Guess you heard the news, huh?

- Ammo's not looking good.

- Oh, not to worry.

I got Jack working on that.

- All right.

We've got a lot of clips and cartridges for the AK-47s,

but we could always use more.

We also have plenty of shotgun shells.

But that's only good for the close up work.

- Gee, I don't want any more close up work with them.

- We got plenty of C4s.

I think we're OK for right now, at least.

- You still single, lieutenant?

- Why, you want to make an honest woman out of me?

- Dinosaur missed my most important parts.

- Well, maybe I'll give you a rumble, old man.

But let's get you better first, huh?

- I think you just did.

- You kids need to get a room.

- Listen.

Don't say anything to anybody else.

I, um, I don't think they'd understand, okay?

- What?

- Where do we hole up in town?

- The castle.

Strong walls, better protection.

More room.

It's like the Alamo.

- I hope not. - Okay, doc.

You have a problem staying in the castle,

why don't you tell me now before we get there?

- No, it's nothing.

- All right, people.

Let's move out.

- Any luck?

- Just static.

I can't see them through the storm.

Why don't we send reinforcements?

- And put another team in danger?

I'm the commanding officer of this ship, Mr. Romanov.

And I got that way by trusting my instincts.

Do the same.

And you'll go far.

(Lightning striking)

- [Soldier] Go.

Let's see how the redecorating is going.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptor hissing)

- This is the good stuff.

I promise.

Any chance of (murmurs)?

Relax.

- So, hen did the aliens learn SOS?

Well, SOS is a basic international code

based on mathematics.

It's conceivable that this civilization

knew it or heard it.

- Maybe they hoped they could contact us.

- Earth is the closest inhabited star system

in this sector of the galaxy.

It's a fair bet that they've been there once or twice.

- How do you figure?

- Well, look around this place.

You think they built this after watching

Robin Hood on satellite TV?

- But the real question is, did they

steal our interior designers, or did we steal theirs?

- Chicken or the egg.

- Wrap it tight.

He'll live.

(Raptor growling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(weapons firing)

- Holy crap, will you look at that?

- You hurt?

- No, my hands.

- Good job.

- Thanks, sir.

- Doc, you think you could give

us a little warning next time?

- I tried.

- You tried?

Well, I can't afford to lose any more people, while you try.

And neither can you.

So would you please do your damn job,

so that we can do ours?

- The science department can't be

expected to predict everything.

- Yeah, well, she's been playing with that toy

since we got here.

It should be worth something.

- Look, I'm sorry, all right.

I screwed up.

Next time I'll screw up something else instead.

I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize.

It's a sign of weakness.

Excuse me.

- I think the captain likes her.

- Jose, do something useful.

Fix us some chow.

On the double.

- Sir, yes, sir. - Men.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey, what you got there, Jose?

- Very rare antiques.

- Oh, yeah? - Not yet.

- Oh, okay, sir.

Sir?

Jose's got chow in there if you're hungry.

- What, nutripacks?

- No.

He's whipping up something special.

- Ah, yeah.

- Captain?

I'd advise against too much direct exposure

to this radiation.

- Well, if you're worried, Tygon, don't come out in it.

- You don't like me very much, do you, sir?

- Frankly, I don't think that much about you.

- You know, this is a war for me too.

And like you, I'm making hard and fast decisions.

And like you, I hope to God I'm right every time.

- That's a good speech.

I don't buy it.

I've seen your work, doc.

You enjoy it too much.

- Don't worry, doc, he grows on you.

- Dr. Tygon.

- [Mace] For my men, it's life and death.

To her, we're just another damn Petri dish.

- Get your chow right here.

Genuine army issue MRE packets, folks.

This is real grub, for real grunts.

Ladies and gentlemen, step up to the plate

and don't be late, because I got chicken tetrazzini, beef

enchiladas, breaded chicken with pasta, turkey

and mashed potatoes, and gravy.

There's genuine, Honest John processed food.

- Got any sides?

Ah, sure.

I got mashed potatoes.

- [Mace] Look, Pappy.

Real food.

- So how old is that?

Can I eat this?

- 60 years aged beef.

- Boy, howdy.

- [Jose] Sure, I got mashed potatoes.

- Oh, man, real chow.

It's been a long time since I tasted this.

Don't drag your ass for me, boy.

- What?

I start slowing you down, leave me behind.

Get these people home alive.

- You going to talk while you eat?

I believe I just did.

(Electricity zapping)

(machine beeping)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- All right.

Listen up, everybody.

I want this place sealed up like a drum.

All right.

That means 24 hour guard duty.

I need a volunteer.

Who's first?

- Me, damn it.

- Except you. (People laughing)

- Pappy's back.

- Pappy!

- I need some help over here.

- [Mace] Hang on, hang in there.

Somebody do something.

- Put this strap in his mouth, hurry up.

- Bite down.

Don't die on me.

- Get over here.

- Hold him down.

- We're trying.

- Just hurry up. - Do it.

- [Mace] Hang in there, Pappy.

- What the hell did you just do to him?

- Well, I took biochemical readings from a dead raptor.

I created an anti-venom.

And then I assumed Sergeant Mathis might be suffering

ill effects from his wounds.

And oh, look-e, I was right.

- Well, you used him as a guinea pig, you son of a-

- We had to know.

What if we all get infected?

Now you're all going to need the same dose.

- No way.

- Hey, Pappy.

Pappy.

- Pappy's back.

How are you feeling?

- Something I said?

- [Mace] Oh, yeah.

- Trust me.

Infection will kill you faster than anything

else on this planet.

Just a little bit of this will give you added

endurance, energy, and speed.

- All right.

Welcome back, chief.

- Well, um, life's too short anyway.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Doc] You're looking better, Pappy.

- [Mace] To them, we're just a bunch of lab rats.

(Raptor growling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Jose screaming)

- [Mace] Jose.

(Jose screaming) (raptor growling)

(weapon firing)

- Go! - Raptors, over here.

- Shoot, where the hell's my weapon?

- I'm out.

- Stand back.

I don't know what this thing's about to do.

(Machine buzzing)

- Tygon.

Tygon.

Get your butt down here.

- He's bleeding badly. - Antivenom, now.

Stay still.

- If I find the son of a gun that took my weapon,

I swear I'll rip him apart.

And gentlemen, this is not a figure of speech.

No one takes my weapon under threat of certain death

or dismemberment.

And I hope I have made myself perfectly clear.

- This your weapon, lieutenant?

- Hey, how'd you know that battery would drop that dinosaur?

- Lucky guess, sir.

- Damn good lucky guess.

- You think you could do it again?

- Zap one of those things? - Yep.

- Sure as heck would like to try, sir.

All right.

Move him inside.

- [Soldier] Inside, come on.

Come on. Come on.

Move, look alive.

- Never heard you talk that much in two years.

- That's because you never took the time to get to know me.

See, I talk all the time.

You just don't listen.

- [Doc] Watch his wound.

- [Jose] Damn raptor.

- Definitely the million dollar wound, kid.

- Oh, Pappy.

This ain't World War 2, and I don't have

any more bullets to bite on.

- At least you're getting the good stuff.

Trust me.

- Tell me about that fireworks display you put on out there.

- I was just lucky.

The power cell seemed to recharge itself.

It must operate on a pure energy source.

- Right.

Some kind of fusion that we don't know about.

I mean, I knew it had a lot of juice, and I figured,

a hard impact might release a lot of that energy.

- Release?

- Well, blow up real good. - Uh-huh.

- But it wasn't the impact that killed that creature.

- The energy did. - Right.

- Wait a minute.

So if you're right, and there's more

of those gadgets out there, maybe we can put them to use.

- Captain, there was a whole crate with what

looked like rifles, sir.

- Right.

Along with some more of those power cells,

same as our little alien grenade I just tossed out there.

- All right. Then here's the plan.

At first light, we move out.

We're going to go get some toys.

All right?

We're almost out of ammo anyway, and maybe it

will even up the odds until we get off this damn planet.

- Yes, sir.

- Do you think it's wise to expose

the team to the radiation from that storm?

- Doc, you know, it's something to do.

- Then I'm coming with you.

- Suit yourself.

(Lightning striking)

- Time for a nap, captain.

- Yeah.

Go get yourself some coffee.

I'm going to stay out here a little longer.

Tobacco?

- Eh, I don't chew, sir.

Is there something on your mind, sir?

Just need a little me time, that's all.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- How are you feeling? - I'm okay.

It's not too bad.

(Murmurs) Thanks.

- Pappy, how you feeling?

- Semper fi, sweetheart.

Semper fi.

Sit.

Talk to a corny old man for a second.

Now what's on your mind, girl?

Besides Mace.

- Is it that obvious?

Tell me about him.

- For starters, he hates scientists.

- What's wrong with scientists?

- It's a long story.

It started with the Martian campaign.

Mace met his wife on that campaign.

- I didn't know he was married.

- Robin was a scientist.

The corporation assigned her to the Saturn project.

She was in charge of a whole team of scientists.

Ivy League types, mostly.

Didn't know their ass from a fusion drive.

They were about two weeks into the Saturn project

when things turned bad.

Oxygen leak.

Rapid depressurization situation.

Robin got most of them to safety.

But the nitrogen poisoning got her.

She lived about half an hour of constant, screaming pain.

They didn't even have the decency

to put a bullet in her brain.

- My god.

- Apparently, they were taking back live samples,

and it was either Robin or the Petri dishes.

- I did the recap report on that mission.

The scientists didn't make the call to leave her behind.

- Well, who did?

T- he captain of the mother ship.

- Holy mother of god.

We only had three cruisers during that period.

Two of them were occupation duty at Mars.

And the third one orbiting Saturn-

- Third one?

Bakewell.

It was Bakewell killed my wife.

- I'm so sorry about your wife.

It's none of your damn business, okay?

I don't need you to be sorry.

What?

- Man, oh man, if I were on my feet right now,

I would knock- - What?

You'd what?

- You were wrong, you know.

Dead wrong.

Take your anger out on Bakewell.

- Oh, I will.

Believe me, I will.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- What did you pick up?

- I don't know exactly.

The ground team shut down the alien SOS.

But I picked up this energy boost about two hours ago.

But it wasn't one of ours.

- Energy blast?

- Well, whatever it was, it's gone.

The reading was too weak.

And the radiation storm makes it harder.

We don't know where it's coming from.

But you know it's there.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptor growling)

- They must have come for the dead one last night.

Taken it away. - Yeah.

Or eaten it.

- Makes me think they're smarter than we are.

Just toying with us.

- Listen, um.

About last night, you guys just brought up a bad memory.

That's all.

- That's what you get for eavesdropping.

- Well, at least now I have a better reason

to get back on that ship.

- What, you mean Bakewell?

Revenge?

That's a dangerous kind of closure for all of us.

- Anyway.

Like I said, that's the reason that I jumped all over you.

And I'm sorry.

- Never apologize, captain.

It's a sign of weakness.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Do you need ammunition?

- Stocked up last night.

- It's your funeral.

Don't come crying to me like a little witch if you run out.

- Oh, I love it when you talk dirty.

Marine.

I'm not in the mood for your seduction.

You find a magazine.

Move.

- I think she likes you.

- I told you.

All right, we're low on ammo, so conserve, all right?

Let's go.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Jose. - Yeah?

- Why'd we wait until broad daylight to do this, huh?

- Because Mace wants to see what's coming to kill him,

that's why.

- Jack.

This is your neck of the woods. You take point.

- Thanks for the vote of confidence.

- Go.

- Clear. - Jose.

- Yeah? - Stand guard.

- Yes, sir. - Everybody else in.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey. - What do you got here?

- Come here, look at this. - What did you find?

- What the heck is this? - Some kind of weapon.

- All right. - Gosh,

I wonder how you fire this thing.

- [Mace] I don't know.

We've got to figure it out there.

- [Jack] Can you see a release clip or anything?

- [Mace] No. I don't see a thing.

- Let's lift it up. - All right, it's heavy.

- [Jack] Heavy.

- Jesus. - What?

- [Mace] Watch your hands, buster.

(Alien speaking in foreign language)

(alien speaking in foreign language)

- He's talking to us. - Oh.

- I'll try to translate. - Translate?

What the hell are you talking about?

- Mace, be quiet.

(Alien speaking in foreign language)

He's very old and he's in great pain.

He's dying.

He says he's the last of his kind.

They call themselves Pathfinders.

They took parts of other cultures

that they enjoyed and recreated them as places

of rest and recreation.

- What, theme parks for termites?

- Cultural similarities.

Elizabethan England.

They must've visited our planet at some point.

(Alien speaking in foreign language)

- The raptors are the dominant species on this planet,

or were until the Pathfinders arrived.

- For a while, anyway.

- At first they were used as worker animals and pets.

But then they started to attack.

They decimated the population.

(Alien speaking in foreign language)

He was a military brigade leader.

Time ran out.

All of his soldiers are dead.

- [Mace] Huh?

- This is where they made their final stand.

- Yeah, it's their Alamo.

(Alien speaking in foreign language)

Ask him about the weapons.

The weapons.

How they work.

- Energy guns.

Only hope.

Operate at high-sound frequency.

- But what about...

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Is he? - He's dead.

- Peekaboo, I saw you.

Captain, captain!

- Grab a weapon.

- I got a whole list of questions for you.

- I figured as much.

- Captain!

- Just in time.

- All right, this is what it's going to be.

Run and gun, okay?

Staggered attacks. Two and three at a time.

- On me, let's go. - Yes sir!

- [Mace] First line on me.

Set, fire. (Weapons blasting)

Second line, advance. (Raptors growling)

- [Jack] Set, fire.

- [Mace] Right side.

Set, fire. (Weapons blasing)

Second line.

- Set, fire. (Weapons firing)

- [Mace] First line.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

Come on, Krieger.

(Solider screaming)

(weapon firing) (raptor growling)

- Don't fire, save it.

Go, go, get inside.

Go.

Bastard.

- How'd it go out there? - Not bad.

Doc, let me ask you something.

Why the hell do you suddenly know a lot about this planet?

I want to know when the rest of us

are going to get invited to the party.

- What the hell are you talking about, Mace?

- I'm talking about how suddenly she speaks

alien in three easy lessons.

- It was part of my mission prep.

I was given language disks and told to learn them.

It's routine.

We've run into alien civilizations

ever since the Saturn project.

It's my job to learn alien languages.

You act like it's some kind of conspiracy.

- No, I just lost another man five minutes ago.

I just want to understand why.

Well?

- At the corporate level- - What?

- Some of us have known about this planet for years.

Another team captured their SOS signal in 2055.

- Petrovic?

Shut up.

- During the Martian campaign?

- Most of the first team died.

But not before sending their data.

We used to be partners with the aliens who lived here.

- Shut up!

- We've known for some time they died off.

And we've known about the raptors.

This mission is not a rescue mission.

No.

This is a field test.

And we're all lab rats.

- Why don't you tell us about what lab rats we are?

- What the hell has he been injecting us with?

- Antibiotic mixed with an energy booster.

Mostly.

The energy chemicals have been keeping you alive and strong.

Until your metabolism wears you out and you pass out.

- So this field test.

How long are we supposed to stay on our feet

with that juice in our veins?

- [Petrovic] What do you think?

We're all just guinea pigs, right?

- Tell us, Tygon.

- I don't think I have to tell you anything.

- What is the test?

- I don't think you'd understand.

- [Mace] Try me.

- Okay, I have a corporate directive.

What's the test?

- Okay.

The corporation thought the raptors

might have some use as weapons.

They just needed some test subjects in a combat situation.

- So, we're cannon fodder?

- Mace, I don't know anything about this.

- All right.

What about Bakewell, huh?

Is he in on it?

- Well, you've got some history with him.

Didn't he kill your wife?

- I'll kill you.

- It was Bakewell's project.

He hand picked every one of you.

- Maybe he's cleaning up his past.

- Personally, I didn't think we'd all die.

Then you know what?

Science isn't an exact science.

- Really?

I'll kill you!

Tie him up.

- You help.

- All right.

Nobody talks to him.

- We're all going to die here anyway.

Let's just go feed ourselves

to the dragon and be done with it.

- Marine.

Let's try to keep it together.

- [Jose] Yes, sir.

- What do you think?

- Well, Mace.

- Without us, Bakewell has no data to take

back to the corporation.

Which means that he wasted

a lot of time, money, and resources.

- She's got a point.

If he really wants anybody dead, it's just going to be you.

He's got to get some of us back on board.

- Yeah, but we still can't communicate with the ship.

- Maybe the aliens can.

- Wait a minute.

Run that by me slower.

- She's talking about using the alien transmitter.

That little SOS device.

- You're not going to restart that thing again.

- Jack got the power cell to work.

Maybe we can get the transmitter working again.

- All right. All right.

All right. I'll play it.

Let's say we get it started and it works and it's beautiful.

What makes you think there's anybody up there listening?

- Well, we heard the first SOS signal

4.7 light years away, through every kind

of atmospheric anomaly.

- It may be a way home.

- Yeah, it may indeed.

So here's the plan.

Put together all the C4 you can find.

We move out in 30 minutes.

- Yes sir. - Let's go.

- [Ship Assistant] Still no sign of them, Captain.

- Our orbit's been deteriorating ever since we got here.

The storm fried all the settings.

We have two more hours at present course.

Then I have to pull out and do a re-approach for new orbit.

- But that will take about 24 hours.

Do Mace and his team have that much time?

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- You want some company?

You're not alone, Mace.

I know how you feel.

You know, I lost both my parents in the Martian campaign.

They were good people.

I watched a band of indie traders

shove them into an outside airlock.

Then they opened the door to the Martian atmosphere.

I was 14.

And the bastards made me watch.

So I know what it's like to hate hard.

- It's bad.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Excuse me.

It's time, captain.

- I'll be right there.

(Raptor growling)

- So, who's going to be in charge now, sir?

- I am.

I'm going to whip these punks into shape.

And then we're going to go kick some lizard ass.

Get the job done, Mace.

- I got his back, sir.

- (Murmurs) Captain.

I'm feeling better again.

- We're in good hands. - All right.

We'll be back soon.

- [Soldiers] Semper fi!

(Raptor growling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Mace] Hurry up, Jack.

- Going as fast as I can.

(Raptor growling)

- Come on, Jack.

- Almost there.

- These things suck.

- All right, boys.

Come on! (Weapon firing)

- Almost there.

(Raptor growling) (Jack yelling)

- Jack?

Jack, where are you?

Jack!

Jack?

(Murmurs) Oh!

Hey, you all right?

- Yeah.

- Give me your hand.

- Darn it.

I left the transmitter up there.

My rifle- - Hang on.

(Weapon firing)

- I'll make it worth your while.

- You don't have that power.

- Sure I do.

It's their word against mine.

And then we get back stateside, I'm going to get

you a nice, fat commission.

Lots of girls.

You like girls, don't ya?

- I'm tired of the sound of your voice.

And I have no qualms about sacrificing you.

- Where's Pappy?

- Oh, he's out back.

- You okay? - Okay.

I got it, I'm cool, thanks.

Thanks, ma'am.

- Pappy?

I made some fresh coffee.

- I think I've had enough coffee.

- You know, it's been an hour since they left?

- I know.

- So what do we do?

- We give them a little more time.

Two more hours.

Then you can send me to hell.

(Weapon firing)

- Which way?

- Um.

I'm working on it.

- Mace?

Mace?

(Raptor growling)

(raptor growling)

- [Jack Mace, we got company.

- All right.

There's got to be (murmurs) over here.

Come on, come on, this way.

(Raptor growling) (door banging)

- What, what, what?

What is it?

- Raptors, inside.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptors growling)

(raptors growling)

- Prepare to defend yourselves.

We got company.

- How many, sir? - Too damn many.

- No! What?

- Get up.

Make yourself useful.

And don't worry about standing in front of me.

I'll shoot right through you.

Get out of the way.

(Raptor growling)

All right. Barricades.

Let's move it.

Double time.

Ready, one, two. (Soldiers yelling)

Stay low.

Focus.

Make every shot count.

(Raptor growling)

(weapons firing)

(raptors growling)

(raptor growling)

- Look. - Which way?

Go, go, go.

Go that way.

- [Jack] Oh no, sir!

Back up. - No, no, no.

This way.

Go, go, go, go.

(Weapons firing)

(raptors growling)

- We're going to run out of ammo.

They're just going to wait us out.

- They're not going to wait much longer.

- We've got to make a run for it.

- We'd never make it.

- You've got a better idea?

- We got you covered, Pappy!

- Semper fi!

- Pappy, no!

(Raptor growling)

- Ah! Oh my.

Oh my god.

- What the-

- This is what killed them.

They thought they could control them by building

on top of their nests?

I guess there's no way out, sir.

- There's always one way.

Get the C4 out of my pack. - Sir.

- Maybe at least we'll buy the others some time.

Lieutenant, you ready for this?

- No, sir.

(Raptor growling)

- Whoa.

Eat this. (Weapon firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey!

We're right back in the same spot.

- Great, we're going back up.

(Raptor growling)

(bomb exploding)

(lava whooshing)

- What the?

All they need is a girl.

(Weapons firing)

- I'm out, damn it.

Jose, give me a clip.

(Raptor growling)

- Hey!

I found a way out.

Let's go!

- Okay, let's go!

You back up.

Let's go.

(Raptor growling) - Come on!

- Let's go.

Let's go.

- [Soldier] Come on.

Come on, move it!

Move, move.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

Come on! - Come on.

(Murmurs)

- [Pappy] Go, go, go.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptor growling)

Ah!

- [Mace] All right.

Let me go.

Go, go, go.

- Get those power cells.

All right.

- [Mace] All right.

- All right. - All right.

- Here.

(Building rumbling)

- [Mace] Let's go!

- [Jack] Come on!

- Romanov, what have you got?

- I'm reading major ground disturbance

on the planet's surface.

Explosions about two clicks away from original landing site.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptor growling)

(houses exploding)

- Come here, here.

Go, go, go, go.

Come on.

(Raptor growling) (Pappy screaming)

Make a run for it, now.

Side door.

Go, go!

(Raptor growling)

- Pappy, no!

Don't, Pappy!

- I like my dinosaur meat well done!

- You can't help him now.

Come on, come on.

(Bomb exploding)

- All right.

Now when we come through this door,

they're going to be running. So you got to be ready, OK?

- What? What are you going to do?

- A little military tactics, circa 1878.

I'm the cavalry.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptors growling)

- I'm out.

(Bombs exploding)

(raptor groaning)

(raptor growling)

- All right, where's Pappy?

(Sad orchestral music)

All right.

Let's get out of here.

- You give me a hand.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptor growling)

- Ah!

- You dirty-

- I didn't know what else to do.

- Don't waste your ammo, captain.

- You would have done the same thing.

Stop pointing the gun at me.

- No.

(Tygon screaming)

Let's go, let's go.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(raptors growling)

- Somebody help me!

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Mace] Keep moving.

(Weapons firing)

Come on.

- Oh, oh.

Ooh.

(Raptor growling)

(Tygon screaming)

- All right.

Jack? Jack!

- Sir.

- Did you get this thing going?

- Not yet, sir.

I've been a little busy.

Where's Pappy?

- Nah.

- I'm so sorry.

(Raptor growling)

Look out!

(Weapons firing)

- Come on.

Let's get back to the LZ.

- Jose, help me load up the SOS device.

- Yeah. - Jose.

Come on, come on. Come on.

Get going, come on.

- Go! - Let's go!

(Raptor growling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Come on.

Come on.

(Raptor growling)

(weapons firing)

Back up.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

Okay, everybody in there.

Go, go.

All right.

Get that thing working.

- Right away, sir.

- I've got to bust this orbit in 30 minutes.

Any contact with the surface?

- Nothing.

- Power levels are good.

- This party's getting started.

- Yeah. I can see that.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- We've got it. - Okay.

All right.

- I've got something.

Energy readings on the surface.

It's an SOS signal like before.

- Location.

- [Ship Assistant] It's grid seven.

Readings on four life forms.

- Is one of them Mace?

I'll know in a minute.

I have to compare their scans with the computer data.

And then we can engage all.

Don't engage all.

I want them brought up one at a time.

- Huh.

How are we doing for ammo?

- I'm out, sir.

- No.

- Gave you the last clip.

- And that's my last.

Jose?

- Last clip as well, sir.

Nine rounds.

Not enough.

- Jose.

Save the last bullet for me.

- See you on the other side, Mace.

- [Ship Assistant] I've got a lock.

- [Bakewell] Which one is Mace?

- [Ship Assistant] Target number three.

- Get out of my way.

- [Announcer] Security, report to the bridge.

- Step away from the console, commander.

- What is this?

A mutiny?

- It's a rescue, sir.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey, Jack. - Sir?

- Tobacco? - Don't mind if I do, sir.

Disgusting habit.

- Yeah, it is.

- And here they come.

(Raptor growling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- You can't prove anything.

The witnesses are all dead.

- Mace.

Thank god you made it.

(Punch booming)

- [Director] And action.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(Jack yodeling)

- [Mace] Damn.

- [Director] Cut!

- Watch out!

Damn.

Here. (Rolls tongue)

- Cut.

(Film beeping) - Door.

- Ow, ooh.

- The President lives.

- [Soldiers] The President lives!

(Men mimicking guns firing)

- Why, you-

- Damn.

Damn.

- Cut! - Yep.

(Film beeping) - Cut!

- Die, you- (gun firing)

(film beeping)

- That'll teach you. (Laughs)

(suspenseful orchestral music)