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(ominous music)

(gas hissing)

(machinery beeping)
(liquid bubbling)

(tool clinking)

- Ah.

(liquid sizzling)

Oh my God.

(ominous music)

Dr. Darden! Dr. Darden!

The experiment's going
through another change.

- All right, we'll be right there.

Don't touch anything.

This whole goddamn thing's
going down the tubes.

(liquid sizzling)

(ominous music)

- What, what's going on?

- Don't worry. I had accounted for this.

(machinery beeping)
(liquid bubbling)

- Oh!

(suspenseful music)

But you didn't account for this.

(intense music)

(steam hissing)

- Commander Krieger.
(Steve hiccups)

We're getting a distress call.

- Put 'em through.

- It's coming from the research facility

on the planet, Fabon.

(static buzzing)
- We've had an accident!

It's out of control!

We need help!

We've had an accident!

Anyone, respond!

Please, respond!

(static buzzing)

- Get 'em back.

- The transmission has cut out.

I command you terminate. RNR immediately.

(ship rumbling)
(intense music)

(Tinpan whirring and beeping)

Commander, there are
three unidentified vessels

approaching our ship.

Your presence on the bridge
would be appreciated.

(ships whirring)

(lasers firing)

(ship rumbling)

- This whole thing's not going smoothly.

Throw up the deflectors.
I'll be up right away.

(ships whirring)

(Tinpan whirring and beeping)
(computer beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(lasers firing)

(ship rumbling)

(ship whirring)

Damage?
- Nice of you to join us.

They penetrated our sector
three defense shields.

- Divert power to the lasers.

- That wouldn't be my
first choice commander.

- Well do me a favor. Try it.

Go evasive, re-target the
lasers, use a random pattern.

(ship powering down)

Now what?
- It's not my fault.

Well who's fault is it?

It's gotta be the main
connection under the panel.

I told you to get it fixed this morning.

- Some of us have other
responsibilities, Commander.

- Ah!

(lasers firing)
(ships whirring)

(parts clacking)

I'm gonna have to hold
it together manually now.

Fire when I give you the command.

Unless you've got a better idea.

- Nope.

(electricity zapping)
God!

(electricity zapping)
Ah!

(Steve sighs)

All right.

Fire!
(sparks zapping)

(lasers firing)

(ship exploding)

- Good shot!

(electricity zapping)
(Steve groans)

(Steve blows)

(Steve coughs)

(intense music)

(ships whirring)

- Fire!
(sparks zapping)

(lasers firing)

(ship exploding)

- Two down.
(electricity zapping)

- Ah!

(ship whirring)

(lasers firing)

(Steve breathes heavily)

- Fire!
(sparks zapping)

(lasers firing)
(intense music)

(ship exploding)

(fire crackling)

- (whirring) Not bad for a human.

(fire crackling)
(ship rumbling)

(sparks zapping)

- Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,

fire, fire, fire,
- I don't wanna distract you

from some very important business,

but we got a problem.

- Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,

fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,
- Tinpan?

- Fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,

fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,

(extinguisher hissing)

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,

fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,

fire, fire, fire.
(hand whacks)

(Tinpan beeping and whirring)

Thanks.

- (sighs) How's the ship?

(keyboard clattering)

- Defense shields are out. Lasers are out.

Generators at 30%.

(Tinpan beeping and whirring)

- Where did you say that
distress call was coming from?

- From a research lab
on the planet, Fabon.

It's not far from here.

- Well we'll have to risk
it. Set course for Fabon.

How much trouble could
a couple of scientists

get into anyway?

(ominous music)

(ship whirring)

(laser whirring)

(ship rumbling)

You call that a landing.

(door opens)

(dramatic music)

I'm Commanders Steve Krieger,
freelance controller,

responding to your distress signal.

This is my second in command, Tinpan.

What seems to be the problem?

- Welcome to the Fabon
Research Laboratory.

I am Dr. Emily Stote, head of research.

This is Dr. Salinger.

- Marissa Salinger, genetics.

- The call was a little
premature, Commander Krieger.

If our radio hadn't gone out-

- But we're happy you're here.

- Wait a minute.

Are you telling me this is a false alarm?

- There is no immediate danger.

If you follow us commander,

we'll show you to your quarters.

- Nice going. False alarm.

(Tinpan whirring)
(bright music)

Well, this is very nice.

I don't believe this. You happy?

You satisfied?

You brought us all this distance

and they don't even need us.

- There does seem to be
some dispute in that area.

- Oh?
- Dr. Salinger

thinks it's very important we stay.

- I'll tell you what I think, sport.

We get back to the ship.
We make it operable.

And we're in the star
charge. We're outta here.

We're history.

(Tinpan whirring)

(footsteps tapping)

- Oh, there you are.
- Oh, hi, doc.

- (chuckles) We're ready
in the conference room.

- We need to talk.

- Let's talk on the way.

It was hard enough getting
Emily to have this meeting.

- Not so fast.

Why don't you give it to me straight.

What's going on here?

(suspenseful music)

- Well, Frank, Dr. Darden

is very committed to this experiment.

- And Dr. Stote? What about her?

- She and Frank go way back.

It's a real love-hate relationship.

I meant what I said about
being glad to see you.

It's been three years since I've talked

to anybody from outside.

- I'm surprised you all
haven't killed each other.

- There's time yet.

(suspenseful music continues)

- See if we can't get this
bucket up and running again,

I'm getting a bad
feeling about this place.

(keyboard clattering)
(computer beeping)

- We have a problem with the vendor.

- And you can't fix that?
(computer whirring)

(panel exploding)

Well that answers that.

- Commander Krieger,
this is a high security

research facility.

We're stationed on Fabon
because we can experiment

and take risks here that
would be unthinkable on Earth.

- What kind of experiments?

- Genetic engineering,
bacteriological velocity,

but not in this case.
- What's this case?

- Uh!
- Excuse me.

Should have been looking
where I was going.

- It's all right. Aren't
you headed the wrong way?

- Just gotta go to my
room and get some stuff.

- Tim, don't leave.

Commander Krieger, please, come in.

(Tinpan whirring)

Everyone, I would like to
introduce Commander Steve Krieger

and his executive officer Tinpan.

Steve, Tinpan,

this is our chief
bacteriologist, Frank Darden,

Jill Tollman, computer
electronics specialist,

Sal Dickens, engineer,

and Devon Letham, the sole survivor

of the Astro Lab 6 incident.

(suspenseful music)

Please sit down.

As we all know, our
objective here on Fabon

is to find a cure for the Delta-5 virus.

- Oh shit.

- I'm very sorry to
hear you feel that way,

Commander Krieger, but
you can rest assured

it wasn't my idea to bring you here.

- Well whose was it then?

I get the distinct
impression you're in charge.

- I sent the call.

And I don't think it was premature.

- Well that remains to be seen.

- We had an emergency on
our hands and still do.

- It was not an emergency.
It was a problem.

And that problem has been solved.

Commander, I'm sorry if
we've wasted your time.

- Both of you, sit down.

One of our research assistants

has contracted a very rare disease,

possibly transmitted
through one of the viruses

that we have been experimenting with.

- What?

- Why didn't you tell us this before?

- Marissa and I have
discovered that the only way

to combat an aggressive virus like Delta-5

is to create an even
more aggressive virus.

One that will single
out and destroy Delta-5,

which renders our immune
systems so helpless.

And yet co-exist with our benign cells

in a symbiotic relationship.

- Yeah.

- But we ended up creating a monster.

- It is not a monster!

- Well then what the hell do you call it?

- That is a bit melodramatic, Marissa.

However, Joe-
- Joe?

- Research assistant.
- Contracted dengue fever

under admittedly suspicious circumstances.

- (sighs) I can't believe this.

- There is no evidence.

- Joe was in the lab
checking the conditions

in the incubator.

Just before we discovered
him taken with the disease,

he told us the liquid in
the Petri dish was bubbling.

- And shortly after it
did begin to change.

- Changed?
- Yes,

it appears to be a metamorphic mutant.

- A what?

- An ordinary mutant is
genetically different

from its parent.

A metamorphic mutant changes
its genetic structure,

mutating as it grows.

- We needed a virus that could adapt

as Delta-5 through up its defenses.

And this new virus is our
most promising project yet.

- Does it work?

- Do you mean kind the mutant
virus kill the Delta-5 virus?

Unfortunately, no.

But it can be harmed by it.

Jill, why don't you
pull up the file for us.

(keyboard clattering)

- It'll be on the room monitor.

(keyboard clattering)

(computer whirring)

- This is the Delta-5 virus.

That's our virus moving in on Delta-5.

Notice the speed of infection

We've created the only
organism that we know of

that Delta-5 can't infect.

As a matter of fact, the only way Delta-5

can harm our virus is if it found a way

to get inside it and vice versa.

(dramatic music)

- I think it's time I took
a look at your monster.

(machinery beeping)
(liquid bubbling)

- Meet our monster.

- Well this is not a Petri dish of liquid,

bubbling or otherwise.

- It began cocooning a few days ago.

- You can bombard it with lasers or x-rays

or whatever you've got and kill it.

- That's exactly what we don't want.

- Frank, you're blind!
This virus is dangerous.

- And this is not a debate.

We don't have sufficient reason
to terminate the experiment.

For all we know, it could
be the very breakthrough

we're looking for.

- If you don't wanna kill it,

what am I doing here?

- You are here because
Marissa acted rashly

and sent out a distress call.

I have explained all this out of courtesy,

Commander Krieger, but quite frankly,

you and Tinpan are free to go.

- Well, we can't go.
My ship's been damaged.

I used up the last of
my power getting here.

(creature squishing)
(glass shattering)

(intense music)

(Devon gasps)

- Look!
- There!

- Watch out!

(gun fires)
- No, no!

- Stop, get away!
- Stop it!

Stop it!
- Stop it!

Where is it?

(suspenseful music)

Frank, Frank, what's happening?

(Devon screaming)

- What is it?

(body thuds)

- Goddammit! Grab her, grab her...

(Devon groaning)

(creature squishing)

(Emily gasps)

- Devon.
- Oh God.

Oh God, this is, we gotta
get her, get her out of her.

- You can't help her.
- Prepare for surgery.

We've got to contain it.
- Contain it?

This experiment has gone belly up!

- This way! Come on!

(suspenseful music)

- What's going on with Devon?

What is happ, Marissa,
what is happening here?

Why isn't anybody telling us anything?

We have a right to know.

I can't believe Dr.
Stote kept this from us.

- It wasn't just Stote.
The old man knew too.

- You knew too, didn't ya?

- What? You knew and you didn't tell us?

- We didn't want anybody
to get hysterical.

- Oh!
- We had to keep things

under control.

- Oh, this is unreal.

How can you let this happen?

- Okay, look, it's my fault.

I should have done something.

I don't know what I should have done.

- It's all right, Marissa.

Look, you called Krieger.

- Yeah, a lot of good that did.

I don't know, maybe Stote and the old man

will get that thing out
of Devon and kill it.

Maybe it'll work out.

(machinery whirring and beeping)

(tools clinking)

- How's she doing?

- [Frank] Ah, she's stable.

Heart and oxygen level.

Of course, the brain is gone.

We knew that before we started.

(suspenseful music)

The cerebrum has been eaten away.

There's also partial collateral sulcus,

fourth ventricle collapse.

Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- [Frank] But there is
life in the cerebellum.

(tools clicking)

Heart is still pumping.

Fatty tissue seems about-

- [Emily] I don't know why
we are wasting our time.

I thought we were being so careful.

- [Frank] We still
might be able to capture

this thing, study it.

Find out where we went wrong.

Millions of lives are
depending on this research.

We have got to keep it alive.

- [Emily] This is not personal, Frank.

It killed Devon. It probably killed Joe.

We've gotta find this
goddamn thing, terminate it

before it kills anymore.

(body squishing)

- We got muscle spasms.

(flesh ripping)

(intense music)

(creature shrieking)

(gun firing)
(creature screaming)

(glass shattering)

(suspenseful music)

- That's what you call a muscle spasm?

- [Frank] That's what I call science.

- Damn!

Your computerized vent
control system won't work!

Now I need those vents closed
so I can flood this thing

with gas and poison it!

- Jill, get the damn computers going

and see if it's possible.
- All right, all right.

- This thing is tough and adaptable.

And it's growing at an incredible rate.

- But if it can't find another host,

it won't keep evolving.

- Is it possible we're thinking
about this the wrong way?

Maybe it attacks because
it feels threatened.

Maybe we give it some food
or whatever attracts it,

help it escape through the atmosphere.

- How does this thing operate?

- (coughs) It's like any other virus.

A simple organism composed
of a protein coat.

- Cut the shit.

- It's capable of growth
only in other living cells.

- He means us. It wants to kill us.

- Want is not quite
right. It exists to kill.

- I'd say it's high time
we adopted the same creed

Can we at least locate this
thing in the air vents?

- Maybe, we have a system
for detecting debris

in the vents when they get backed up.

But it's not the best.

- [Emily] Get it on the computer.

- (sighs) That systems
in the control room.

Look, I don't mind going,
but I'd really rather

if someone watch my back while I work.

(Tinpan whirring)
- We've gotta get

those vents sealed so
the thing can't get out.

- Well, the only way to do
that is to get those vents

closed manually, one by one.

- Great. At least this place
is only built on one level.

Tinpan and I'll start at the
back and work our way forward.

- I called you here.
I'll start on this end.

- No, I'll go.

Look, I know exactly where
those vent locks are.

- I'm going to. I can handle myself.

I was in LiveCore.

(Tinpan whirring)

- All right.

- Give me the gun.

(Tinpan whirring)

(suspenseful music)

- This way.
- Clear this way.

- 20 closed.
- All right, 19 closed.

- 18.

- 18 closed.
- 17, get it.

- 17 closed.
- 16 closed.

- 15, make sure you get the main vents.

All right, let's go!
- Main vent closed!

(door opens)

(Tinpan whirring)

(keyboard clattering)

- Any progress?

- This thing's so slow.

(machinery beeping)
(Tinpan whirring)

(suspenseful music)
(water bubbling)

(door sliding)

- C-vent is closed!

Watch it.

- Give me the gun.

- Be a girl.

(Tinpan whirring)

- What's on your mind, Commander?

(suspenseful music)

- That girl.

She was a survivor of
the Astro Lab 6 incident.

- What does the Astro Lab 6 accident

have to do with this situation?

- That was no accident.

I nuked that lab.

And everybody in it.

- What happened?

- It was termed an unavoidable
biological incident.

All that means is they had an experiment

that went wrong

Just like this.

- Where are Marissa and Sal right now?

- They're in the hallway near Tim's room.

- Krieger and Tinpan
are in the genetics lab.

(keyboard clattering)

- All right, Frank. What's on your mind?

- Now what's on my mind, Emily,

if you continue. to let this space cowboy

take over control of this
project, he'll kill it!

He hasn't got the
sensitivity to understand

what we're trying to accomplish.

- I have no intentions of
giving up control to anyone,

but I also have to consider
the safety of everyone here.

- What about the safety of
the people with Delta-5?

What about their lives?

(door sliding)

- Punch in C3937.

(keyboard clattering)

(latch clanks)

(machinery beeping)
(liquid bubbling)

- Commander, have you asked herself,

why Dr. Darden doesn't
terminate this experiment?

(Tinpan whirring)
(suspenseful music)

(keyboard clattering)

- (sighs) Mm-mm.

(Jill sighs)

- Can I help?

- (scoffs) Yeah, right.

Last time you helped,
we lost three programs.

- All right. Both of you, keep it civil.

Back to work, Jill.

(Jill sighs)

(keyboard clattering)

(creature rustling)

- Shh!

(gun clacks)

This is my room.

(suspenseful music)

(glass shattering)
(Sal screaming)

- Sal!

- (breathes heavily) Come on.

(creature snarling)
(Sal screaming)

(gun fires)

(gun clacks)

- Jesus!

(Sal screaming)
(creature shrieking)

(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)

- Goddammit!
- Sal!

Are you okay?
(Sal gasping)

Are you okay?

(Sal panting)

(body thuds)

Oh God.

(footsteps tapping)

- Well?

- His blood's not circulating properly.

The soft tissue is deteriorating.

- Gangrene.

- Yes.

We can't stop it.

- He'll be dead soon. Like the others.

- So, what now?

- This thing is sealed
up in the vents for now.

So may I suggest that
we all take advantage

of that fact by pairing up

and taking turns getting some rest.

- I don't think that this is a-

- Marissa.

We all need some rest.

Krieger, obviously you and
Tinpan should stay together.

Frank, you and I will go back to the lab

and we will conduct some-

- Doc, why don't you get some rest too?

We'll convene back here at 0700. Okay?

- (sighs) Fine.

(Emily sighs)

(tense music)

- These are my quarters.

- You gonna be okay?

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

Krieger.

You know, you were very good
in there with Stote just now.

- Does that surprise you?

(Tinpan sputtering)
Tinpan.

- Bring him here.

(soft music)

- Well why don't you
try to get some sleep?

I'm not very tired anyway.

- Forget it.

I couldn't even sleep now if I tried.

Look, why don't you just sleep
and I'll read or something.

- I got a better idea.

- This doesn't sound like-

- Mm, just give it a try.

I wanna do this for you.

Try to relax.

- I haven't heard that one before.

- Jill.

- Okay.

Okay.

(Tinpan whirring)

(Tinpan buzzing)

- That oughta do it.

Here, take a view position.

- Here are the schematics
for the most of the station.

- Thanks. This could give us an edge.

Not that this has gone good.

We could use a strategic advantage.

- What do you mean?

- It's big and it's bad-tempered.

That's all we know about it so far.

It's got us cornered.

At least we've got the
lay of the land on paper.

- And what do you think our chances are?

- I wouldn't make any long-range plans.

Are you okay?

- I'm sorry.

(melancholy music)

(sighs) It's just that Sal was my friend.

- I know.

It's hard to lose a friend.

- It's, it's such a waste.

And what for?

(soft music)

(machines whirring)

(Frank coughing)

- You're getting worse.

- You've known?

- You have the classic symptoms, doctor.

Nervousness, quickened heart rate.

- I found out I had it shortly before

I volunteered for this assignment.

- And why didn't you tell me?

- I wanted to keep working.

Oh, Emily.

If you had known, you
would have discharged me.

And it was my only chance.

This may be our only chance.

- I wouldn't have done that, Frank.

Who knows? Maybe we still have a chance.

(suspenseful music)

(soft music)

(intense music)

(Marissa screaming)

- Marissa. Marissa.

Are you all right?

- Mm, yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

- That's okay.

It was just a dream.

- Yeah. A dream.

(creature shrieking)
(Marissa screaming)

(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)

(glass shattering)

(Tinpan whirring)

- I'm gonna go find it.
Tinpan, alert everybody.

You better take this. Go with him.

(suspenseful music)

- Get up! Let's go!

The creature's out! Get moving!

- Come on!

(Tinpan whirring)

- Let's go! Come on!

Let's go!

- Where are you going?

- I'm going after Steve.

(Tinpan whirring)

- Sal.

(intense music)

(ship humming)

(suspenseful music)

(both gasp)

- What are you doing here?

- I thought you might need some help.

- Why aren't you with the others?

- They got me into this. I
don't trust them to get me out.

- Stay close.

(door whooshing)

(door clanks)

(air rushing)

(papers rustling)

- Look out!

(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)

(Marissa screaming)

(creature roaring)

(gun firing)

(creature shrieking)

(gun firing)

(creature roaring)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)
(creature shrieking)

(wall exploding)

(wires zapping)

(door whooshing)

(air rushing)

(door clanks)

- Marissa! Krieger!

- In there!
- No, no, no,

wait, wait, wait!
- What, what, what?

- We've gotta check their conditions.

- What happened? Are you all right?

- The thing escaped through the glass.

The room is sealed now.

- It's huge. It's growing.

It's bigger than I am.

- You know it's out of the lab now.

I mean, maybe we're okay.

What are the chances it'll survive?

(ship rumbling)
(Emily gasps)

- Well, there's your answer.

This thing you've created,
it's gonna destroy your lab

either from the inside
out or the outside in.

Tinpan.

(Tinpan whirring)

Let's go make an executive
decision of our own.

- He's a fool if he thinks he can stop it.

- He's not the only fool.

- I'm afraid you were right, Marissa.

- Here, let me fix this.

(Tinpan whirring)
I don't know why I bother.

You old T2 models are
always falling apart.

- Thanks for getting me
out of the junkyard, Steve.

- Well, you hold your resale value.

(soft music)

(Tinpan whirring)

(keyboard clattering)
(computer beeping)

- Tim, can you give me a hand over here?

- Sure.

- I need the code for
the external monitors.

(keyboard clattering)

- Will we be able to follow him?

- Every move.

- I'll let Krieger now.

The external monitors are still working.

So we'll be able to watch your back

the whole time you're out there.

You're in luck.
- That's not luck.

Luck would be that this thing disappeared

off the face of the
planet, that'd be luck.

How long can I exist
out there in this thing?

- You've got 20 minutes
without any problem.

After that, the suit will deteriorate.

- Narcosis?

- Similar to it. And just as dramatic.

At first it's a high and
then it will kill you.

- Sounds like fun. Let's go.

(door whooshing)

- Good luck.

(suspenseful music)
(wind whistling)

(machinery beeping)
(liquid bubbling)

- Oh God, Frank.

- Let's get to work.

(gloves snapping)

(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)

- He's gotta be out here some place.

- There's a lot of territory to cover.

- All right. Let's go look for him.

(wind howling)

(keyboard clattering)

- There they are.

(computers beeping)

- (chuckles) Stupid robot.

It's just gonna slow him down.

(wind howling)

(Steve breathes heavily)

- This way.

- Here he comes.

(keyboard clattering)

Oh goddammit.

This confirms it.

- Confirms what?

- (chuckles) It's incredibly simple.

(Frank chuckling and coughing)

(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)

- There he is.

(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)

- Let's go.

- Look at that.

And we know the guns don't work on it.

- What else is he gonna do?

(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)

(Tinpan whirring)

(creature growling)

(creature shrieking)

(gun firing)

- (scoffs) Why is he going up there?

- I think he knows what he's doing, Tim.

(suspenseful music)

(wind howling)

(keyboard clattering)

- It copies there.

Whereas Delta-5 only makes
us susceptible to disease,

this virus actually is disease.

(suspenseful music)

God help us.

(suspenseful music)

(wind whistling)

(Steve grunting)

(Steve screaming)

- He fell! He fell off the rocks!

(Steve groaning)
(Tinpan whirring)

- Did you get a shot at him?

- No, it moved too fast.

- (groans) Help me up, all right?

Oh God, ow! (groaning)

(suspenseful music)
(wind whistling)

- He's going into a cave.

- Well, I don't think he's
gonna find it in there.

- (scoffs) Tim, I don't understand this.

Why are you being such a jerk?

- What's your problem?

I mean, it's obvious this guy is an idiot.

- My problem is I can't believe

I just slept with such a worm.

I mean, is this all you can do?

Stand around and criticize the guy

who trying to save our lives?

(sighs) God, I must be
getting really desperate.

- Well you're not the only one.

(Steve groaning)
(Tinpan whirring)

- I gotta get some rest.

- I think it's best to stay
until the storm passes over.

- Oh yeah. I think I broke
something when I fell.

(keyboard clattering)
- Krieger, Krieger!

- Can you get him back? Jill?

- I can't. I lost him
when he went in the cave.

- Try him on another frequency.

(keyboard clattering)

- (sighs) It's not working.
- Damn.

(creature roaring)

(guns firing)

- Go! Go!

(creature roaring)

(wind howling)

(gun firing)

(creature growling)

(suspenseful music)

Can't kill it.

- Something's different, Steve.

- What are you talking about?

(Tinpan whirring)

- After my last overhaul.
Something has changed.

- What?

- Confidence.

- Confidence is something you
T2 models were built with.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

- There it is. They need help.

- No, Jill, you stay
here. We need you here.

Tim, you go.

- There's no time.

(intense music)

(door whooshing)

(wind howling)

Commander!

Commander!
(guns firing)

Come on!

(creature growling)

(guns firing)

(creature roaring)

(gun firing)

- Tinpan!

(creature growling)
(Tinpan whirring)

- Come on!
- No, not my friend!

- He's a robot! Come on!

- Tinpan!

(creature shrieking)
(Tinpan whirring)

(body bangs)

(wind howling)

(creature roaring)

- God.

(guns firing)
(creature shrieking)

(wind howling)

(somber music)

(fire crackling)

(gun firing)
(bullets ricocheting)

- Get away from there!

- What?

- Get back!

(creature snarling)
(Jill screaming)

(door opens)

(Steve groaning)

- Where's Jill?

- She's dead.

It dragged her down the main air shaft.

- Oh God. Oh God.

Tim, Tim, locate the
main shaft in the files.

And tell us where it comes out.

(static buzzing)

Pull it up on the computer, Tim.

(keyboard clattering)

(computer beeps and whirs)

Now track it. The main air shaft.

- It's...

It leads to the control room.

(creature snarling)

(saw whirring)

- Okay. Let's take a
sample of the pancreas.

- It's back! It's in the control room!

(alarm blaring)

(gun fires)
(bullet ricochets)

Oh God.

- You're gonna have to do better than that

if we're gonna stop this thing.

- Be careful with that.

- Be careful?

Why don't you tell it
to Sal and the others!

- What do you mean, Marissa?

As head of research, I have done

what I thought I had to do!

- The hell with research!

I'm talking about survival.

(suspenseful music)

- (gasping) It's Jill!

- Tim, don't touch her! Get back!

Get away! Don't touch her!

- Let's go!
- Don't, don't touch her!

Help me get Sal off the table. Come on!

Get back!

- Get her up on the table.
Help her on the table.

- Goddammit Tim, get away! She's diseased!

- What do you mean she's
diseased? She's hurt!

- No, made a mistake. The
virus, it carries disease.

Every disease we've ever known.

(Jill moaning)

- Kill me. Please.

- She's not gonna make it.

- I can't.

(suspenseful music)

(gun clacks)

(gun fires)

- I'm gonna go look for it.

- Krieger? Krieger?

- Where did he go?
- I don't know.

- Oh, I gotta save him. Okay.

- Tim! Tim!

(creature growling)
(suspenseful music)

Tim! Tim!

(creature growling)
- Shh.

- Don't, don't, don't.

Don't, Tim.

Come on. Tim.

Tim!

Tim.

Tim.
- It's okay.

(creature growling)

- Keep moving. Come on.

Oh, Tim! Help, Tim!

Tim, Tim, get the gun!
- What?

- Get the gun!
- Okay.

- Tim, shoot! Shoot it!

Shoot it!

(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)

What are you doing, Tim?

Shoot it!
- No!

- What are you doing? Tim!

(creature shrieking)
(Tim screaming)

(gun firing)

No!

(creature roaring)

- Emily.

Emily, I've got an idea.

You've got to help me.

- What is it, Frank?

- Delta-5 and this virus
are hostile to each other,

yet neither can penetrate
the other's defenses.

Now, I am afflicted with Delta-5

If we can get this creature
to ingest some of my tissue...

Darts.

We'll fill up the dart guns with my blood

instead of the tranquilizer
and then we'll shoot

this bastard and just see what happens.

- Frank, you are too weak.
- No.

- And you can't stand to lose any blood.

- Emily, I am not weak.

I'm dead.

(suspenseful music)

(Frank groaning)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

(Emily sighs)

(container clicking)

Now please give me this much.

(darts and gun clacking)

(ship humming)

- It's gone.
- What's that?

- I don't see it.

- Where is it?

- Krieger, wait! Don't!

- It's gotta be here.
- Don't, don't!

(Tim groaning)
Tim.

Tim.

No, don't do it.

(creature roaring)
- Look out!

(intense music)

(gun clattering)

(creature roaring)

(object whacking)

(Steve grunting)

(claw whacks)

(body thuds)

(creature growling)

(electricity zapping)

- Steven!

Steve! Steve!

(creature roaring)

No!

(intense music)
(creature roaring)

(body thumping)

(gun firing)

- Get out, get out, get out! Go!

(creature growling)

(pole whacking)
(Steven whacking)

(creature roaring)

- Steven!
- Go!

- No!
- Go!

- Steven!

(intense music)
(creature roaring)

(pole whacking)
(Steven grunting)

(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)

Let's go! Let's go!

- I told you to get out!

(creature roaring)

(gun firing)
(creature roaring)

(Frank coughing)
- Come!

Oh God!

(intense music)
(creature snarling)

(Frank coughing)

Steven, Steven, Frank has the disease

that will kill this thing!

His blood is infected! We've
got to shoot it with these!

(creature roaring)

(gun firing)

Oh, Frank! Frank.

(Frank groaning)

(Frank mumbling)

(Frank exhales)

(creature snarling)

(glass shattering)

Goodbye, Frank. Goodbye.

Oh goodbye, my darling. (screaming)

(intense music)
(creature roaring)

(creature chomping)

(head snapping)
(body thuds)

(creature shrieking)

(body banging)

(glass shattering)

(alarm blaring)

(suspenseful music)

(creature groaning)

(liquid sizzling)

(creature shrieking)

(Marissa whimpering)
(machinery beeping)

(creature hissing)

- Steve?

(creature squishing)

Steve?

(Marissa gasping)

(creature squishing)

(Steven breathes heavily)

(creature squishing)

(stand clattering)

(creature squishing)

(Marissa whimpering)
(creature squishing)

(creature shrieking)

(screams) Steve! Steve!

(Steve screaming)
(gun firing)

(gun clacks)

(intense music)

(dart stabbing)
(Marissa grunting)

(head thuds)

(grenade explodes)
(creature shrieking)

(dart stabbing)
(Marissa grunting)

(creature shrieking)

No more!

(dart stabbing)

No!

No more! No more!

No more!

No, no, no!
(dart stabbing)

(Marissa sobbing)

(intense music)

(guns clacking)
(machinery beeping)

- Well, I guarantee you
I'm gonna think twice

before I ever answer
another distress signal.

(Tinpan whirring)

- Consider yourself lucky, Commander.

You came out in one piece.

(bright music)

(Tinpan whirring)

(door whooshing)

(door clanks)

- How are you doing?

- Good.

- Another 14 days and I'll have
you back to base operations.

- I don't wanna go to base operations.

Let's go home.

- This is my home.

(dramatic music)