All language subtitles for 01 Screamers 1995 - English

Screamers 1995 - English

[AMPLIFIED MALE VOICE READING]

[EXPLOSION]

[CLICK]

- Okay, ante up.
- Five.

Okay, I see your five.

Back in the slammer.

Those were my last smokes.

This game sucks.

[SOFTLY]
This whole place sucks.

[LOW RUMBLE IN DISTANCE]

Lieutenant, I think you'd
better have a look at this.

What the hell is he doing here?

Tell the captain we've got
a situation. A NEB coming in.

[CLICK]

[LIEUTENANT]
How did he get this far?

I'm going to take him.

He's mine.

What are you waiting for?

- Something's not right.
- What, who cares? Pull the trigger.

He's alone.

[THUD]

[WHIRRING]

Here comes the cavalry.

[GUNSHOT FIRED]

[GASPS]

[PANTING]

[LOUD WHIRRING]

[BEEPING]

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

[GROANS]

- [BREATHES HEAVILY]
- [HURLING]

No matter how many times I see
this, it still makes me sick.

[EXHALES]

I'm glad those things
are on our side.

[EXHALES]

Our side's the good side, right?

Tell me again,
it's a little blurry.

We created them.
We didn't have any choice.

Without the screamers
we'd have lost the war.

Is the NEB still out there?

Yeah, but not in one piece.

Just the one? What the hell
was he doing out here?

He had something in his hand
that he wanted to show us.

Well, I guess
I'd better take a look.

Are you going out there?

That's a great plan.

It's probably some kind of bomb.

Get off your butt
and open the goddamn door.

Check your tabs, sir.

[BEEPS]

[DOOR THUDS]

[BEEPS]

[OBJECTS CLANKING]

[WHIRRING]

[LOUD THUD]

[GUNSHOTS FIRED]

[SINGING IN FOREIGN DIALECT]

- Who wrote this shit?
- Mozart.

- [CLICK]
- [MUSIC STOPS]

- Don Giovanni.
- Don Giovanni?

What the hell
do you want, Chuck?

If you manage to tear your eyeball
away from that coin, I'll tell you.

Happens to be the portrait
of a sphinx, Chuck.

It belonged to Augustus Caesar,
the first great emperor of the world.

Riddle me this, Caesar. We haven't
seen a NEB soldier in six months.

So?

So, why does one solitary grunt
get shredded by a screamer

trying to hand deliver this?

Priority seven, that's you and me,
and God, if he's still paying attention.

I doubt it.

What s it, a trick?

I couldn't get the top
off it either.

Don't do that!

Scared you, didn't I?

[CLANK]

Jesus!

From Marshall Richard Cooper,
Fifth NEB Army Fourth Command.

To Joseph Hendricksson.
Matters of extreme urgency.

Demand immediate
peace negotiation.

Request two officers,
highest priority.

Safe passage guaranteed.

We await your arrival ASAP.

- [SMACKS LIPS] Peace negotiation.
- They sound pretty desperate.

Are they kidding?

This could be what
we've been waiting for.

And what have
we been waiting for, Chuck?

[HUFFS] The end, Joe.
The end of this war.

Maybe it's another bullshit
tactic to get us to lay back.

MacDonald, are you there?

Yes, sir.

[BEEP]

I want the following message
transmitted to San Francisco.

And request for immediate reply.

Standing by, sir.

Have received first visual,
verbal contact from NEB army in six months.

They wish to open peace
negotiations. Please advise.

- Got it?
- Right away, sir.

- Send it. Yeah.
- Sir?

We picked up an emergency message
from a commercial transport.

They're requesting
permission to land.

Commercial transport that flies 5
million miles off of the shipping lanes?

- Where're they bound?
- They wouldn't say, sir.

- What's their emergency?
- They wouldn't say, sir.

Well, find out, Macdonald,
no clearance, no landing.

Thank you.

- Joe?
- Yeah.

What do you make of this?

Looks like a map
of the forward command post.

- Look at the detail.
- Yeah.

It's got to be legit.
They're laying themselves open.

So why the pony express?

They've been completely
silent for two weeks.

Our monitors indicate they
don't even have internal radio.

But why just one guy?
Why not a patrol?

[CHUCK] I don't have a clue.

- Secretary Green is arriving.
- Thank you, MacDonald.

Joe, Chuck, I have some very
inspiring news for you all.

Alliance HQ has been keeping it classified.
Wrapped up tight.

The NEB Corporation has approached
us requesting an armistice.

Joe, Chuck, we could
actually end this war.

Reserves of berynium
have been found on Triton 4.

After extensive testing,
there's been absolutely no evidence

of radiation or radioactivity.

We are on the verge of signing
a world peace agreement.

We'd also renew
contracts with the NEB

to mine the berynium
on Triton 4.

You have to excuse me
for stating the obvious, Joe.

But these negotiations
are extremely delicate,

and we can't afford to do anything
that might upset the apple cart.

[INDISTINCT]

- Macdonald, fix it.
- Sorry, sir.

[INDISTINCT]

There's radiation dust storm
is interfering.

Give me the damn thing.

Morse code was better than
this virtual reality shit.

Better yet smoke signals.

It is imperative to make no contact
with NEB Command on Sirius 6B.

I'm sure you won't do anything

that would jeopardize
our chances now.

Peace, can you believe it?

The NEBs are businessmen.
They're not gonna ask for a ceasefire

unless it's in their interest.

Now they're mining on Triton
4, it's in their interest.

- Thank God for Green.
- He's a good man.

If it wasn't for him,
the NEBS and the alliances

would've have started to shoot
a war on Earth a long time ago.

A war on Earth
might've done them some good.

We could've ended this war
a long time ago,

if those ass holes rolled
around in the mud a little bit.

- Which ass holes?
- NEBs and us.

- We were all NEBs once.
- Exactly.

I just want to go home.

What's the first
thing you'll do?

I've got no plans
for the future.

You have a lot
to look forward to.

Income tax.

Are you going to look her up
when you get back?

- What for?
- You tell me.

Well,

she couldn't take it.
She's married and moved on.

And I'm still here.

Not for long.

Do you still think about her?

It used to be every minute,
then once a day.

About twice a year
I get a kick in the chest.

[SCOFFS] The funny thing is I can't
remember what she looked like?

Liar!

[COMPUTERIZED FEMALE VOICE] Attention,
all personnel. Warning. Radiation alert!

Please light your reds.

I left mine in the office.
Have you got one?

He must have been a brave man.

Who?

That NEB soldier.

- [LOUD RUMBLE]
- [OBJECTS CLANK]

Alert! All personnel
to their stations.

[INDISTINCT SPEECH]

[BEEP]

They're not civilians.

No, a troop transport.
All ours.

- How bad is it?
- No survivors, sir.

[MAN] Hey! Help me out!

Then what the hell is that?

Max, let's get a torch in here.

Get me out of here, man!

We're going to cut you
out of here. Just hang on.

Sirius 6B Transportation?
We've got no transportation service!

- What the hell is that?
- You've got to look at this.

Look at this.

And this. It's a bomb factory.

Holy shit!

A nuclear reactor!

When did we last
see one of these?

What's happening here?

[THUDDING]

Come on.

Careful. Are you all right?

Calm down. I'm all right.

- Get this man a tab.
- What the hell's a tab?

This guy's naked here.

Hold on a second.

[MAN] One second!

[SCREAMERS WHIRR]

[GUNSHOTS FIRED]

[EXPLOSION]

[EXPLOSION]

[LOUD WHIRRING]

I'm out of here.

[GUNSHOTS FIRED]

You wanted to see me, Commander?

Yeah. At ease,
we're informal around here.

That'll be all, Rodgers,
thank you.

- How are you doing?

Good.
There's a scar on my arm.

If you go outside without a tab
on, you'll lose your arm.

- Name?
- Private Michael Jefferson.

Gunnery specialist weapons
certificate on six levels.

First class.

Level six?

You can shoot the dots
off a dice at 100 yards.

If you can load it,
I can shoot it.

At Gunnery School,
they used to call me Ace.

Everybody here calls me Sir.

Yes, sir.

Beg your pardon, sir,
what are they?

It's a sword. Take a look.

Screamers were developed to
neutralize the war on the ground here.

- How do you know it's dead?
- I yanked its brain out.

- [LOUD WHIRR]
- Ahhh!

Don't do that, boy
it'll take your finger off!

You said it was dead.

CPU is dead but it still has
a mechanical surface reflex.

That... That's good.

They get their heads chopped
off, but can still swing a sword.

Pretty smart.

Maybe too smart.
It seems to have modified itself.

Sir, where's everybody else?

The guys who were with me?

- How many men onboard?
- 38, including me.

Now there's one, including you.

Those guys...
I didn't even know them.

Just a bunch of jaw heads,
I couldn't even talk to them.

Jefferson...

Sir.

What in the hell
are you doing here?

There was a nuclear reactor
aboard that shuttle

programmed for
weapons manufacture.

I wasn't aware of that.

The shuttle identified
itself as civilian transport.

- What?
- Where were you bound?

Triton 4.

Why in God's name
would you go to Triton 4

a nuclear reactor and
a cargo full of weapons?

To invade, attack
and extinguish the enemy.

What enemy?

The New Economic Block, Sir,
the NEBs.

You were going to attack
the NEBs on Triton 4?

Yes.

But we're just a task force.

4,000 Alliance Army regulars are
on their way to Triton 4 right now.

Berynium has been
discovered there...

We're aware of that, Jefferson,
Secretary Green informed us about the...

Secretary Green?

Yes, that's right,
Secretary Green.

Excuse me, Sir,
Secretary Green is gone.

He's been gone
for almost two years.

We got a V.R. communique
from him yesterday.

Beg your pardon, Sir. I don't know
what you saw or what was sent to you,

but Secretary Green was arrested and
eliminated by the Alliance Command.

Two years ago.

Dismissed.

- Sir, I enlisted to fight on Triton 4...
- Dismissed, Jefferson.

Sir, the NEBs
have been running...

Get out of here!

What are we doing?

What in God's name
are we doing, Chuck?

Don't know whether it's true about
Green, I mean, we just saw...

We saw bullshit!
That's what we saw.

You know as well as I do they
can send us anything they want.

Hell they can... a goddamn
hologram out of a... pony show.

That kid doesn't know policy,
he's a grunt...

Get your head
out of the lilacs, yeah?

What do you expect
me to believe, here?

That we're being dumped?
Just like that?

That our 20-year of death and a
stand against the horror up here

has turned into a fucking
galactic gold rush?

Why do they keep sending
us provisions?

I mean, what do you think? They'll
wait for us to grow old and die up here

so they can carry on
running the universe?

- Yes.
- Well, fuck you. I don't buy it.

Oh, wake up, man!

We are betrayed here, brother.
We are beached.

We are stuck.
You heard that kid.

Green's been shit-canned
and this whole place is a lie!

They just can't
cut us off up here.

Because too many families on
Earth would raise hell about it.

And they sure as hell ain't
gonna take us back there.

If we sound off about this,
nobody's going to fight their war for them.

So, they're just going to let
us roll on and on up here.

Till we're dead and we ain't
ever getting off here, Chuck.

I'll tell you someone else.

Marshall Richard Cooper and
his NEB Command knows it, too!

And that's why he sent us a map.

And your single
solitary NEB grunt

came over here,
got his ass shot to stop this thing.

They know it's pointless now.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to NEB Command.

Alliance wants a goddamn shooting
war, well we've had ours already.

We'll make our own
peace right here.

Joe!

NEB said they wanted two men.

Somebody's got to stay here in case any more
of those assholes falls out of the sky.

I'll take Johnny
Gung-Ho with me.

- The kid?
- Yeah, the kid. If he wants to get his ass shot, let him.

I'm not risking any
more of our men.

[BEEPS]

This is your tab.
It won't work for anybody but you.

That makes me feel a lot better.

Screamers only
attack living things.

They read your pulse rate.

Your tab broadcasts a false
heartbeat, flat-lining you.

In theory, it works perfectly.

In theory?

But radioactivity corrodes them.

- What do we do then?
- We thank God you're a level six gunner.

I was remembering that day
up in Point Reyes.

That bar there.
The bartender had...

The monkey, I remember.

The beach. We sat drinking beer,
watching the humpbacks blowing.

You watched the whales, Joe.
I was watching other things.

True.

We should go back there.
I'd like to see that again.

What, girls volleyball?

Yeah.

Hey, Joe.

I'll see you soon, huh?

On that day.

Jefferson, are you coming
or are you breathing hard?

Good luck.

[THUD]

Cicero, this is Libby.
Radio check, over. Come in Cicero.

This is Cicero reading
you loud and clear.

Yeah, chuck, look,

next transmission will be 33:00
and then every 4 hours after that.

Every four hours. If I miss one,
don't sweat it. If I miss two...

I don't know,
don't come looking for me.

- Just move into the office, change the music and carry on.
- [BEEPING]

I'll take the office,
Joe but that Don Giovanni will have to go.

- Over.
- Roger, copy.

The air is terrible out here.

It's what's in the air.

What, radiation?

That's right. This is the only
thing that neutralizes it. Here.

It's an anti-radiation red.

That's what poisoned it?

That used to be
the most profitable,

sophisticated, wonderful
enterprise in the galaxy.

It produced berynium.
The answer to the world's energy question.

A spoonful of berynium could take
you from Earth to Saturn in a day.

Then those mines started puking
up radiation. Cubic tons of it.

We thought we discovered
gold, but we discovered shit.

I can't believe you got to
put this shit in your lungs

just to neutralize
the shit in your lungs.

[COUGHS]

How do you know it's working?

If you don't die.

[SCREAMER WHIRRING]

- [JOE] God! What happened here?
- Blasts.

[ACE] Blasts?

- NEB bombers.
- They nuked the civilians?

The civilians got in the way.
The bombs were aimed at us.

Us?

Jefferson,

you just don't have a clue about
what brought you here, do you?

You'd fight for any son of a bitch
if he convinced you you were right.

Someone convinced you.

No, not someone, Jefferson,
something convinced me.

I beg your pardon, Sir,
the Alliance was formed to support you.

That's right.

You're right, Jefferson.

And it divided my country
and my world.

So as much as you're dying to get
your ass shot by some NEB soldier,

we're going to make peace
with these people, you and me.

We're going to rip you off
of that experience.

Look at this place.

I came here 20 years ago to this
place to take berynium for the NEB.

We were all NEBs then.

The scientists found radiation
coming out of the ground,

they refuse to work it
and shut down the mines.

The NEB Corporation
threatened them,

so there was a stand-off
for about four years.

Then they started to rain
everything down on us.

Nuclear disk bombs, chain
bombs, bacteria crystals.

Civilian survivors
were evacuated.

We retreated to the bunker and
we've been there ever since.

How did you fight back?

We reinvented man's first modern
weapon, Jefferson.

The sword?

The autonomous mobile sword.

That's right. The screamer.

[SQUEAKING]

[WHIRRING]

Save it.

Sir, they don't
eat rats, do they?

Well, not sure, exactly.

They're scavengers and they learn.
They use everything.

Rotting meat gives off
methane gas for fuel.

Maybe eyeball jelly
makes good blade wax.

Are they machines?
Are they alive?

[CHUCKLES] 'Cause the part
I still don't understand

I don't have the answers, Jefferson.
You can ask me all the questions you want.

Just... Okay.

But where are they coming from?

Underground.

The first design was sent to us from
the Alliance on Earth five years ago.

It's all automated now.

- You've never been down there?
- No!

No one's been down there since they
pushed the first button and ran like hell.

- They make themselves now.
- How?

No one knows.

No one knows?

They're down there breeding
like rabbits and no one knows?

Am I speaking Swahili?
That's exactly what I mean.

[THUD]

- [LOUD THUD]
- Hit the dirt!

Come out of there!

Come out of there!

Come forward.

- Stop.
- Can I come with you?

Oh, God.

- Jefferson, cover me.
- Go.

Jefferson.

You all right? It's okay.

It's okay.

What have you got there?

Let me see.

That's a good guy.

No, you keep him.

That's your friend.

Where do you live?

In there?

Yes.

In the ruins?

How many are you?
How many people?

You're not all by yourself,
are you? How do you survive?

Food.

- What kind of food?
- Different.

How do you keep away
from the screamers?

Screamers?

The blades
underground that kill.

I hide. Can I come with you?

No, you stay here.

Jefferson, give me
a macro-ration.

We'll give you something to eat.

And you stay here.

We'll come back for you, okay?

In two or three days
we'll find you.

Here, you take this.
You tear this and eat it.

- I want to come with you now.
- You can't come with us now.

We'll come back here
in two days, all right?

You take care of this guy, okay?

[EXHALES]

- Sir, we can't just leave him here.
- I said no, Jefferson.

Sir, he's a kid.
He'll never survive.

I don't know
how he made it this far!

Jefferson, what am I saying?

[CHILD] Can I come with you?

What's your name?

David. David Edward Dearing.

David Edward Dearing.

Where's your mum and dad?

- They died. In the blasts.
- They're dead?

[HENDRICKSSON] Hell, I was
three or four.

You've been alone here
for four years?

[ACE] Everything
seems to be okay.

Is it safe to make
a fire like this?

We want to let them know
we're coming, Jefferson.

Oh!

- Fire keeps the rats away.
- Rats, huh?

[ACE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

You know, I had this friend,
he used to eat them. Rats.

And, sir,
you'll appreciate this.

You don't just
heat up the oil. No, no, no.

That makes them
stick to the pan.

What you wanna do is
you get the pan hot,

- then you put the oil in cold, then add your rats.
- [BEEPS]

But don't crowd the pan,
it sucks all the heat out.

You keep flipping them, or they burn.
You don't wanna go there.

[CHUCKLES] My friend...
He said, If you could...

Jefferson!

You must be confusing me with
somebody who gives a shit.

[BEEPS]

Give me that rock, boy.

Libby, this is Cicero, over.

Cicero, this is Libby calling.

Come in, Cicero.

Libby, how is it out there?
Over.

It's cold, Chuck.
We're at 14 degrees north latitude.

We expect to reach
the NEB Command

in about four hours.

[TRANSMITTER DISTORTS]

Hello? Chuck?

We've got a new arrival.
He came in yesterday.

[INDISTINCT]

Come in, Cicero.
Chuck, you're breaking up.

Copy this.

You'll get the next
transmission at 00:00 hours.

- This is Libby, over.
- It seems a little strange but it's okay.

- [BEEP]
- Chuck?

Now, over.

[BEEP]

Ahhh!

- [SCREAMS]
- What, what, what?

[CHUCKLES]

If you're gonna be a rock,
be a rock. Don't be a bug.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't do that to me, man!
I nearly pissed my pants, sir.

Things ain't
what they used to be.

[CRACKLING]

[INDISTINCT]

[BEEPS]

[WHIRRING]

[SCREAMER SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOT FIRED]

- Didn't you hear it?
- No.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING]

- Good God, man!
- Pretty cool, huh?

Hey, hey, hey. Do you know
how much they cost?

It cost you your ass,
is what they cost you.

Keep that on your wrist.

I thought it'll still work
if it's next to you.

Well, it doesn't.
It only comes off if your arm comes off!

I'm already dragging one kid around.
Do I have to tie your shoes for you?

Your tab was on
and it was going for you.

What is this?
I've never seen this.

It looks like an animal.

It's not an animal.
It's an upgrade.

Maybe it's a NEB one.
Did you ever think of that?

Jefferson, relent.

Pack up.
We're getting out of here.

Take your bear with you.

Where are we going?

A long way for you, kid.

[ACE] You soap 'em,
the socks That's right.

You lather them up
the night before.

The water dries out
but the soap stays in.

So what you got is
soap against skin...

Jefferson! Have you got
a dimmer switch?

[ACE] If you put a teddy bear in
a microwave, nothing will happen.

But a wet frog, especially if it's wet...
[CHUCKLES]

[HENDRICKSSON] Shut up.

[COUGHS]

[BEEPING]

[GUNSHOT FIRED]

[GUNSHOTS FIRED]

Jefferson!

[CRACKLING]

Goddamn screamer!

It wanted to kill us.

It can see us and touch us.

I can't tell what
the signals say.

[PANTING]

It can talk.

[LOUD SCREAM]

He's a fucking toaster.

That's right.

Pinocchio's not
a real little boy.

[GUN CLICKS]

Why did it try to kill us?

- It was tagging you.
- Tagging?

Yeah. They're smarter now.

They get into our bunkers.
They tag along.

Who can resist a kid
with a hard luck story?

Once it gets inside,
the killing starts.

But you knew that already.
You brought him in here.

We didn't bring it here.
It found us.

Now you better find
a good reason for being here.

We were invited here
for a peace negotiation.

By Marshall Richard Cooper,
from NEB headquarters.

You want to negotiate?

We ain't gonna do it here.

What... What's going on?

Are you taking
them to the bunker?

You got something better to do?

Sir, do you trust these guys?

No.

[METAL CLANKS]

What are you doing?

Calling the office. Problem?

Cicero, this is Libby.
Come in, Cicero.

Libby, this is Cicero.
How is it out there? Over.

Chuck, we've got
a new kind of screamer.

Chuck. Copy?

Libby, I can't
hear you real well.

It's a kid. A little boy.

Don't let it
into the bunker, copy?

I can't hear you.

Repeat. Don't let it
into the bunker.

There's too much interference.

That kid, he was like a person.

He was talking to me.

How did he know what to say?

You think Santa Claus
makes them his little elves?

They've got more brain power
than 10 stupid idiots like you.

Hey, man. I don't wanna fight you.
We got bigger problems.

One of those kids
tagged my patrol.

We felt sorry for the kid.
We took him into our bunker.

Hey, nobody got out.

Except you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know.
You figure it out.

You're the one that built them.
You're the one that brought them here.

You're damn right. But only after you
guys started throwing the bombs around.

But you know,
you made them hungry

so now they don't care what
uniform is covering your ass.

- And neither do I.
- Slow down, soldier.

[HENDRICKSSON]
And live a little.

[WOMAN] Pardon me, gentleman.

But would you mind
taking that outside?

Stray bullets
are bad for the inventory.

It's worth a lot more when
it ain't all shot to... Shit!

I'm letting you stay here out of
the kindness of my heart, Becker.

So follow the ground rules.

First,

no gun play inside.

Second, this is my place
and my stuff

so nobody touches anything
unless I offer.

Real Scotch, not synthetic shit.

[SPITS]

No spitting.

Spare a cigarette?

Well, gentlemen,

live it up.

I haven't had an American
cigarette in over a year.

[SHUTS CABINET]

Where'd you get them?

There's plenty back at base,
but I forgot to bring them.

You get the last one.

Very generous of you.

Think nothing of it.

So, what've you got here?
A commissary? What is this place?

There hasn't been a commissary
here in over two years.

Not since those blades started
ripping off a lot of us.

[CLICKS]

Are you a freelancer?

That's right. Blackmarket.
What're you gonna do? Report me, Commander?

Hendricksson, Joseph A.
San Francisco.

Jessica Hanson, Pittsburgh.
How do you do?

- It's a little early in the day for that.
- Yeah.

I'm looking for Marshall Richard
Cooper, Fifth NEB Army.

You know where I can find him?

He'd be in the command bunker,
if there still is one.

What about
your communication satellites?

Well, if they're still working,
they'd be in there, too.

What do you mean by that? What the
hell is going on around here, anyway?

You have no idea of the hell
you people opened up, do you?

The hell we opened up?

Look, sister, I don't wanna get
into a pissing contest with you,

just give me the logistics on your
command bunker, I'll gte out of your way.

You wouldn't last 10 yards
out there without me.

And I bet you this cigarette
butt, you're wasting your time.

Have you been there?
Have you seen it?

I see it. I heard it.

Hordes of them.

What hordes?

Children. Davids.

I heard them screaming
into the bunker above us.

I heard the soldiers screaming.

And then I got very, very quiet.

Nothing.

Except the smell of death.

Still want a guided tour?

If Richard Cooper
is alive, I'll find him.

I'll take you to Command.
We'll go underground.

But I want something in return.

Speak.

I want off this ashtray.

Where?

Earth. How long do you think
I'm gonna last in here?

[JESSICA] Cooped up a Doctor Jekyll and
Mr. Hyde, waiting for nothing to happen.

[HENDRICKSSON]
Nobody's going to Earth.

The NEBs and Alliance are starting
Armageddon all over again on Triton 4.

They've hung everybody
on this planet out to dry.

Including you and me.

Good Lord, you're beautiful.

I can take you back to the Alliance bunker.
It's the best I can offer.

Right now, the command.

Deal.

Going somewhere, Jessica?

[HENDRICKSSON] Yeah.

She's taking me to NEB Command

and I'm taking her to Alliance.

Cozy.

And then what?

Become a prisoner of war?

If you stay at Alliance, you can
relocate anywhere in the star system

if you're smart enough
to get off this globe.

Or you can go straight to hell
for all I care.

That... That is what...

You're crazy.
You don't know what's down there.

[SLIDES DAGGER]

Afraid of the dark, Ross?

Just get off my back.

[SPITS]

[WEAPON SHARPENS]

Sir, look at this.

It's one of ours.

She's got everything.
And I found something else.

- What is it?
- It's a mini-pluto.

- A what?
- A plutonium rocket.

Plutonium?

Jefferson, what have I been doing the last
24 hours, blowing smoke out of my ass?

This is why all this
shit's going on?

We haven't used nukes in this war yet
and we're not going to use them now.

So leave it.

[HENDRICKSSON] Okay, let's
get on the good foot.

Anybody that's coming, come on.

When he's best,
he's little worse than a man.

And when he's worst,
he's little better than a beast.

Oh, that's real good, Becker.

I never knew they put
Shakespeare in comic books.

Ain't it sharp enough yet?

It's never sharp enough.

So, give a listen, people!

I'm not sure if these tabs
are worth a damn anymore.

But just in case they are,
stay within two feet of me and Jefferson.

We'll give it a whirl.

Let's go.

This leads to the maintenance tunnel
underneath the command bunker.

I ain't going in there.

[SQUEAKING]

Don't tell me a big guy
like you is scared of mice!

What's the matter, Ross?
Has a rat got your tongue?

Just get off my back.

Is that all you know how to say?
Get off my back, man.

Explain your vocabulary, Ross.

Just... Just, knock it off, all right.
Just... Just stay off my back!

[CHUCKLES]

[METAL CLANKING]

[JESSICA] We're almost there.

This is the command centre.

This is the ground level.

What the hell is this?

8lt's exactly
what you think it is.

[GASPING] [I knew it!

[OBJECTS CLANK]

We're all gonna die!

[GUNSHOT FIRED]

Jefferson, if that man moves,

I mean if he so much as makes
a sound or farts, shoot him.

Shut up.

If Richard Cooper were alive,
he'd be here, wouldn't he?

The ComSat stabilizers
are all frozen.

This one's free.

[BEEPING]

[COMPUTERIZED FEMALE VOICE]
Uplink attempt initiated.

Sat Net downlink
does not respond.

Please reinitiate.

[BEEPING]

- Malfunction. Sat Net does not respond.
- [SCREAMERS WHIRRING]

[GUNSHOT FIRED]

- [WHIRRING]
- [CLUCKING]

[LOUD WHIRR]

Well, way to go, Ross.

[CHILD IN AMPLIFIED VOICE]
Can I come with you?

- Jefferson.
- Sir.

Get everybody out of here now.

- Sir?
- Do it!

Go.

[BEEPS]

Can I come with you?

Can I come with you?

[LOUD SCREAM]

We're not leaving
without Hendricksson.

Oh, yes, we are!

[LOUD SCREAM]

Can I come with you?

[WHIRRING]

Ahhh!

Can I come with you?

Jefferson!

- Sorry.
- Cute, Jefferson.

It won't take them long
to get through this door.

[THUDDING]

Thanks for waiting, Becker.

Yeah, next time.

Next time, there won't be a next time.
That was really stupid.

What was so goddamn important that you
couldn't come back with the rest of us.

What other type?

David was a type three.

The reptile was a type one.
Now, what other type?

[THUD]

Can I come with you?

It's a...

It's a type two.

Good going, genius.
You can count up to three.

Just get off my back!

It's a wounded soldier,
lies on the ground, crying.

Help me. Help me.

[JESSICA] There were only a
few reported a month ago.

And we haven't
heard of them since.

We thought
you'd discontinued them.

We've never seen them.

What are they
supposed to look like?

Oh, you mean who are they
supposed to look like?

Look in the mirror, Ross.

I'm warning you. [SPITS]

Just get off my back.

They keep saying the
same thing over and over.

They can't find
anything smarter to say.

Just get off my...

Exactly.

[WHIRRS]

He's one of them.

He's a machine. Type two.

He kept repeating himself.
You heard him.

And what about the scotch?
You saw, he didn't take a sip.

That's right, sir, he didn't.

We offered, but he refused.

That's blood.

Bullshit.

Bullshit? Take a look.

You know what I see?

I see a human being who got
wasted for no reason at all.

That's what I see.

What are you looking at?

That wasn't very
human of you, Becker.

Until two days ago,
I didn't even know you existed.

You think I'm one of them?

Oh, hey!

Then you'd better kill me, too.

See if I've got
any switches inside.

Come on, be on the safe side.

Do it!

Man, I'm out of here.

Anybody that's coming, come on.

Cicero, this is Libby.
Come in, Cicero, over.

Cicero, this is Libby.
Come in, Cicero.

If you get killed,
will your man let us in?

Not if he's smart.

Do you want me to say I'm sorry?

Well, I'm not.

It was a mistake.

I'll kill you before I let you
make another one.

Just got out
of basic training, didn't you?

It's pretty obvious
you're a rookie.

You think you're the centre of
the universe, but you're not.

We're just insignificant
little specks, you and me.

We're not gonna
change the world.

We're not gonna win the war.

Nobody's gonna care when we die.

Which many signify that you should
snarl and bite and play the dog.

- Not me.
- Shakespeare?

Very good.

[BEEPING] Cicero,
this is Libby. Come in, over.

Cicero, come in, over.

This goddamn radiation!

Come on,
we've got to get closer.

Come on down, over.

We're standing
right on top, here.

We're right
in front of the door, Chuck.

Come out, over.

Bad connection, Joe.
Come on down.

No, you come out, Chuck.

I've got NEBs with me.
Come on up.

You're breaking up, Joe.
I can't hear you.

Come on down, over.

Listen to me, Chuck.
Come up out of the bunker.

Come on down, Joe. Over.

You come up, Chuck.

Chuck, that's an order, over.

Come on down. Over.

Chuck?

Come on down. Over.

Let me speak
to Don Giovanni, over.

This is Don Giovanni.
Come on down. Over.

Don, This is your old pal, Wolfgang.
How are you, buddy?

Fine, over.

Don, listen, I'm trying to...

I will open the door. Over.

I'm coming down right now, huh?

Do you copy? Over.

Come down. Over.

I'm coming in. Go!

[SCREAM]

[SCREAMER WHIRRING]

Watch the flame!

- Give me the nuke!
- What?

Give me the mini-pluto
you stole out of the bunker!

Give it to me!

- Loading.
- Watch your heads.

Hang on!

Help me!
Help me! Help!

[GROANING]

Ahhh!

Sir!

[GROANING]

- Sir.
- I'm okay, Jefferson.

- What about you?
- Becker's down.

- What?
- He's wounded.

Becker!

[BECKER SCREAMS]

He's wounded.

- [GROANS]
- Becker hold on, man. Hold on.

Wounded.

-(MOUTHS HELP ME)

[HENDRICKSSON] Jefferson! No!

Down! Down to hell!
And say that I sent you there.

No!

I came into the world
with my legs forward.

- Sir!
- Jefferson!

And the woman cried,
'He was born with teeth!'

Jefferson!

Ugh!

Jefferson! No!

I had no father.
I am my own father.

I have no brother
I am my own brother.

[SCOFFS]

[BECKER IN AMPLIFIED VOICE] This
word love, which old farts call blind,

be resident in men like you,
asshole, but not in me.

I am
my mother fucking self. Alone!

Jefferson!

We're gonna die.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

But not today.

And not here.

Where will we go?

Where do you go when
there's nowhere else to go?

Home.

Earth.

There's an emergency escape
vehicle programmed by Alliance

for use only by the commanding
officer, as a last resort.

[HENDRICKSSON] I never believed
the day would come.

It's hidden in these mountains
in a place named, ironically,

for where they developed
the first atomic bomb.

Alamogordo.

I've never been there.

What are you talking about?

There's a way off this planet.

Type two?

Hell if I know.

I've never even seen this tag.

I've never even
seen this language.

Can I see it?

Yeah.

[SCREAMS]

[GROANS]

God! Oh, God! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Ugh!
- Give it to me. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I had to know.

I had to know.

[GROANS]

No! Don't do that.

You don't need to.

[THUNDER CRACKLING]

[RUMBLING]

- That's the last one.
- It's okay. It's okay.

According to this
we should be close.

Does that locator work
with your satellite system?

Yeah.

- Is it up there?
- It should be.

- [JESSICA] I don't see anything.
- That's the idea.

[PANTING]

I can't go on anymore.
I don't want to go on anymore.

[JOE SIGHS]

Listen to me.
I don't have anybody.

I don't have a family.
I don't have a best friend.

I don't have that kid,
Jefferson, anymore.

I don't even have him.
But I have you.

Do you hear me?

I have you,
and we're going home.

I'm taking you home.

When I took over command
two years ago,

this was all supposed to be
coded in my bio-signature.

It only works for you?

We'll soon find out.

Then I'm with the right guy.

What do we do?

I have no idea.
Never been here before in my life.

Let's try this chair.

What about this?

[COMPUTERIZED FEMALE VOICE]
Elevator activated.

Countdown to launch commencing.

[ALARM RINGING]

It's moving.
Come on. Get on, get on!

Warning. Battery crane obstruction.
Please clear launch pad.

Hang on. The crane's
blocking the trajectory.

- I'll be down.
- Okay.

Warning.
Battery crane obstruction.

Please clear launch pad.

[HENDRICKSSON] Damn!

Gantry inoperable.
Circuit malfunction.

[BEEP]

[CRACKLES]

Launch sequence initiated.

Time to launch, 15 minutes.

[CREAKING]

Chuck!

Remember that bar
up at Reyes, Joe?

I guess you'll
never see it again.

We all die alone, Joe.

[SCREAMS]

[CREAKING]

Ahhh!

Like the new look, Commander?

What do you think?
Is this me, or what?

Actually, I kind of
I liked the other face better.

Do you know who I got it from?

Marshall Richard Cooper.

- Name ring a bell?
- [LOUD THUD]

Do you know
how we got it off him?

Just like your buddy Chuck,
we ripped it off.

He was screaming
something about God and Jesus.

Ahhh!

You're in the wrong place.

So I took his face.
He didn't have much use for it, anyway.

But you know what?
I like your face better.

She couldn't take it
and I can't blame her.

She married and moved on,
and I'm still here.

Obstruction cleared.
Prelaunch proceeding.

Down. Down to hell,
and say that I sent you.

I came into the world
with my legs forward...

[INDISTINCT]

Are you all right? You okay?

Fine. Let's go.

Prelaunch sequence complete.

Joe.

- Damn.
- One seat. One life support system.

- Get in.
- You've got to go.

We've got eight minutes for you to
get in this thing and get out of here.

- Now, get in!
- You the only one that knows how to fly it.

It'll fly by itself.
You just get it. You program...

Shit!

All right, I'll flip you for it.

Call it. Heads or sphinx.

Rome, Egypt.
I'll flip it. You call it.

Call it.

All right, Cleopatra,
I'll call it. Rome.

It doesn't matter.
You're going.

Now, go.

I can't.

Pardon me, gentlemen,
would you mind taking that outside?

Stray bullets
are bad for the inventory.

Jessica Hansen, Pittsburgh.
How do you do?

We can smile, we can cry,
we can bleed.

We can fuck.

I wanted to tell you. I did.

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

Not so fast.

Two minutes to launch.

[GRUNTS]

Warning.
Prelaunch burn commencing.

[SCREAMS]

[LOUD SCREAM]

Prelaunch burn complete.
90 seconds to launch.

[AMPLIFIED VOICE]
I didn't want to

go back with you.

I was afraid.

I know. You were afraid
of what you would do.

Well, you're coming
up in the world.

You've learned
how to kill each other now.

I learned something else, too.

I learned to love.

30 seconds to launch.

30 seconds.

This is Joseph Hendricksson on board EEV.
Designated T for Tango. Three, over.

This is Alliance
San Francisco. Over.

On a prelaunch key.
Minus 30 seconds.

Requesting emergency
clearance for Earth. Over.

Tango 13,
cleared for Earth. Over.