All language subtitles for Alien.Implant.The.Hunted.Must.Become.the.Hunter.2017

- That
recent son of a bitch,

didn't go down so easy.

Now I've gotta do twice as good,

on the next.

And I'm right to keep going.

To be the one,

and only one,

here in the asshole
of the world.

Got nothing better to do.

Solar panel inspect,

check battery light
on sensor beacons,

make some dinner,

resupply bullets, 10
cases, 50 clips each,

beans, 140 cans,

tuna, 57 cans,

peaches, 10 cans,

water, still filtering.

Call

the assholes.

They can keep coming,

because here I'll sit.

They deserve it,
they deserve it,

they god damn

deserve it.

Another goes down, but
not nearly fast enough.

It's a race, but what I need
to make it, is running out.

Physical, mental, everything
is being exhausted right now.

But the sense of
accomplishment is coming back.

I know it's almost the end,

each one does have its own way,

its own trait,
maybe even emotion.

I think it changes
a small piece of me,

and so I can get on
with what I have,

and be happy,

or,

a resemblance of that.

Thought a lot about mom today,

I wonder often how mad she
would be right at this moment,

or could there be
any chance of pride,

in those lists of emotions?

I thought of you, mom.

The air was the right
smell of something,

some flower, I don't
know which one,

but it's blooming,

the perfect temperature,

and the angle and
intensity of the sun,

at just the right moment,

and for 10 seconds, while we
were sitting in the backyard,

watching Mira,
sniffing out chipmunks.

You know, she's a great dog.

If I could live
in those moments,

I could leave here.

Just one more left, mom.

Everything will be right, pride,

but that will be
the only emotion

that you feel about me then.

All will be healed,

with the fullness of time.

- I apologize.

No, no, please refrain.
No, please, stop.

Stop. Put it down.
Refrain. Refrain.

Wait, no, please, refrain.

Wait, stop, wait, wait.

Wait, no need for such behavior.

Please, stop, wait,
please, put it away,

put, it, down.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Please be seated, take comfort.

I mean you no detriment.

I apologize for the intrusion,

but urgent matters must be
discussed at this present time.

I apologize.

- Would you prefer
this manner as orating?

- Perhaps not.

I remember you in the
days of your youth,

before the instrument
was implanted in you.

You were always the silent one.

I was sent on the behalf

of your adversaries.

These assassinations
will gain you nothing.

They're willing pardon your acts

if you are willing to regain

their trust,

and cooperate by implanting
the recording device

back into your retina.

Wait, wait, wait.

If I don't repeat myself,

there is no reason for you to
use that weapon against me.

I shall be brief.

You know quite well

that this dispute you
bear is utterly pathetic.

More are coming.

And others.

Others who are willing
to take precautions

for your murderous acts.

They don't believe in the
wicked contingencies of man,

wielding those primitive
weapons of violence.

Don't fail to overlook

they will use your own
devices against you.

They shall decrease to
your manner of knowledge,

and absorb that
irrelevant emotion,

the one you creatures
call, anger.

The last one has already
penetrated through

your transmitting instruments.

Are you still undergoing
technical difficulties?

Cooperate,

please.

Their only desire is to
progress in knowledge,

with no inconvenience.

Stop this dispute.

If you do terminate
the final one,

what will you gain?

What will you gain?

Eternal ecstasy?

Will you be reunited
with your loved ones?

And rejoice?

Can you return to
your past life,

and forget all your
past struggles?

And rejoice?

Will all your journal
entries one day be fulfilled?

You are fooling yourself.

After all the wisdom and
strengths you've inherited,

and blood is still
coursing in your veins.

You can't go back,

the scar in your mind,
and on your face,

will never attract the eyes,

especially the heart of another.

No one will understand,

nor tolerate your
past conflicts.

No one, except, the ones

that control your way of living.

Government curiosity will
make your past procedures

resemble a blissful paradise.

You are forsaken
by your own world,

but not by them.

They will accept you.

Please.

You have no choice.

Agree to re-implant the
transcription device,

and allow uploading sessions,
only twice a year, not four.

There have been several
advances in the procedure.

Please, desist in
these assassinations.

You can't stop progress.

Oh yes, I nearly forgot.

The geothermal sequencer
needs to be rewired

to the mainframe and calibrated.

Take care.

- Taking
a day to enjoy the weather.

No fun for my face but, it's
finally warming a little,

and I don't want to miss it.

My problems, yeah they're
always present of course,

but for this exact moment,

I am choosing a
deserved mental break.

The start of spring,

so the lingering light
bite of winter is here,

but the snow is gone.

And I hear the birds.

I missed them.

I missed the noises
that are all around,

and comforting when the
winter weather finally breaks.

Next up is green grass.

Leaves, animals,

I just hope I can enjoy that.

Back to spring,
back to openness,

back to

other things in life besides

focusing on justice.

Can it ever happen?

Can it ever happen?

Yes,

I like to believe it can.

- If you
do terminate the final one,

what will you gain?

Can you return to
your past life?

And rejoice?

You can't go back.

Will you be reunited
with your loved ones?

Will you be reunited

with your loved ones?

That is his question to me.

You are fooling yourself.

But truthfully,

I've asked myself
that a hundred times.

I don't know.

I've not known the answer,

for a very long time.

The scar in your mind,

and on your face,

will never attract the eyes,

especially the heart of another.

- My
hope comes and goes,

as often as they do.

I am fully aware,

I'm not the same person.

But is that terrible?

Am I worse than I was?

Or just different,
with all that I know,

about the truth and the stars?

But I have become better,

because of it.

Their blood may course
through my veins,

but so does mine.

It's still my brain that
moves my arms, my legs,

gives my heart love,
as well as anger.

There is nothing
irrelevant to emotion.

Everything we do in
life is tied to it.

It isn't learned,
it is part of us.

It can build us up,
it can destroy us.

It can do both,
with no intervention.

It truly is
emotion that is driving
me to finish them off.

No one will understand,

nor tolerate your
past conflicts.

- He
was wrong on one thing.

It is not anger,

it is not hope,

it is for the love
i keep buried,

love of nature, people,

the spring blossoms that
are over my head now,

to watch the sunset,

and wonder, childlike, as to
where the sun goes each night,

a pure passion to actually live,

to go through life learning
about things around me,

without needing to
know everything,

or every outcome.

What will you gain?

What will you gain?

The freedom from

knowledge.

Freedom to progress as I desire,

not forced to progress.

The choice to sleep
without memories,

and wake without fear,

the confidence that
what happens for me,

and the future,

it's driven by,

me.

- Hello?

Hello there.

Hello?

Hello there.

So,

what have you gained

from all this,

violence?

There are others coming.

You can't stop progress.

You can't stop progress.