All language subtitles for Battlefield.Earth.2000.1080p.BluRay.x265

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

The entire tribe
must not be put in danger

because of the defiance
of one person.

You must forget about him.

He was a wild spirit, and
this was always to be his fate.

You talk as if he’s already dead.

(WOOD CREAKS)

Even if he does survive this time, he’s a
greener.

So it’s time to set your sights
elsewhere for a husband.

I’ll never set my sights elsewhere.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

This is all the medicine
I could find.

I’m sorry. The gods
took your father in the night.

(MUSIC CRESCENDOS)

Noooooooo!

As long as we stay here,
there’ll never be enough to eat.

Never.

There may be other places
we could live

where the food
is more plentiful.

If a demon followed you back
from the Forbidden Land,

we’d all be struck down.

Have you ever seen one?

Have you?

Has anyone here
ever seen one?

A demon! A monster!

A beast! (Roars)

The stories are true.

The gods used to live
in this world.

They watched over
and protected man,

but man grew selfish and cruel.

And so the gods left,

allowing the demons
to descend from the sky.

As survivors, we must dedicate
our lives to pleasing the gods

so one day they will come back and drive
away the demons.

That is our fate.

Only if you believe in fate.

I’m sorry.
I can’t take you, Chrissy.

I can’t handle myself
as well as a man?

- No.
- You arrogant greener.

You can handle yourself
better than most men,

which is why you need to stay
and help with the village.

You know, your mother gave this
to me before she died.

She hoped it would be
passed down to your children.

It’s for good luck.

You’d better not let anything
happen to you out there.

(Blows horn)

(THUNDEROUS CRACKING)

Easy!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- Oh! Oh!
- (Neighs)

Arggh!

(ROARING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

So you’re the beast
we’re all afraid of?

Not a lot of meat
on that dragon.

(Grunts repeatedly)

I see you’ve been fortunate
in the hunt.

I hope you thank the gods.

(Roars and hisses)

Looks like a nonbeliever.

I believe what I can see. (Spits)

Nonbeliever, huh?
You from the caves?

You’ve probably never seen a god.
Would you like to see one?

What do you know about gods?
We have seen gods.

- Rock and I, both.
- You lying thieves!

Argh! (Grunts)

Hey. Wait a minute.

We were hunting.

We’ve no time to show you
gods. We have no food.

We need food. We must hunt.
Nonbeliever.

Wait!

(Snorts)

First, you show me the god.

Then we eat.

Look. Frozen ones.

The way
to the great god village

is marked by these frozen ones.

ROCK: When the gods
left this world,

they ordered man
not to look at them.

Those that disobeyed were
frozen in place for eternity.

CARLO: When the gods lived here, they
could fly through air.

They’d drive their chariots

in front of special caves
with golden arches.

Golden. And the food
would magically appear.

Magic.

ROCK: Here,
the gods weren’t allowed

to fall in love
with mortal women.

But this one did,

and was left behind,
frozen, as punishment.

Are you sure
this thing was a god?

I thought you said you believe
what you can see.

If you need more proof,
when the sun goes down

you can see the gods
in the night sky.

They’re the bright lights
up there, watching down on us.

CARLO: Come, come.

The evil beasts hunt in the
dark. We need to find shelter.

There’s a cave over here.

Look at those poor bastards.

Now, they really,
really angered the gods.

Carlo, let’s eat.

Go! Go!

What’s a greener?

The grass is always greener
on the other side.

I was looking for
something better.

Something out there.

Maybe she was right.

Godstone.

Sharp!

No, you keep it. You keep it.

Where we’re from,
a good woman is hard to find,

so if you were stupid enough

to leave
a perfectly good woman behind,

why don’t you tell me
where she is

so I can go get her for myself?

- No...
- (Yells)

Arggh! Forget about me!
Get the hell out of here!

- I can’t move!
- (Whistles)

(Neighs)

Noooooooo!

Oh, heavenly gods!

(ENGINE ROARS)

(Yells)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(Speaks Psychlo)

(Man coughs) It’s poison!

My chest is on fire!

(Speaks Psychlo)

It helps you breathe! Take it!

- I can’t...
- Take it!

(Yells)

Get off my brother!

- What’s he saying?
- Don’t know.

- Arggh!
- (Speaks Psychlo)

(Yells)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Oh! Oh!

(Laughs)

(Speaks Psychlo)

(Speaks)

(Chokes)

Who’s responsible for
not supervising this man-animal?

The man-animal
shot the wrangler, sir.

I’m a little pressed for time.

Save the going-away jokes
for later!

No, sir. I swear!

The man-animal
somehow got hold of his gun.

Really?

(Speaks Psychlo)

Show me.

Sir?

(Grunts)

- Reach for the gun.
- Sir, I might get shot.

You might! And I might
suddenly grow a third arm!

Sir, I swear it shot the wrangler!

Every report filed today
still has my name on it,

and you are
out of your skullbone

if you think I’ll write on the report, “Shot
by man-animal!’’

as the cause of death
unless I see it!

If I obey your command,
I may get killed.

And if you don’t,
it’s certain that you will be killed.

Reach for the gun.

(Psychlo yells)

Well, I’ll be damned.

Hmm.

(Laughs)

(Humans cry out)

(Yells)

Arggh!

(Speaks Psychlo)

(WHIRRING)

COMPUTER: Teleportation sequence
activated.

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

Teleportation sequence
activated.

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

(Speaks Psychlo)

(Psychlo guard yells)

It is a pleasure to see you,
Your Excellency.

And I’d be honoured to expedite
your clearance through security.

Please, call me Zete.
Does all of Earth look like this?

Oh, I’m afraid so, sir.

Pathetic.

All the green, and the blue sky.

They told me
this planet was ugly,

but this is one of
the ugliest crapholes

in the entire universe.

I couldn’t agree with you more.

I hate these puny,
undersized planets.

The gravity is so...different.

Well, one does get used to it.

The human animals
are grossly undersized.

They don’t make very good eating, Your
Excellency.

Ah, yes.
My executive assistant, Ker.

Thank you.

Fully trained to replace me
as chief of security.

As soon as my transfer
goes through.

Well, Ker,
once we finish mining out

this miserable little planet,

let’s do the universe a favour!

Let’s exterminate the lot of them.

(Both laugh)

Oh, you’re too much!

So they tell me.

Please, come this way.

KER: Our spy satellites
recorded those images.

ZETE: What is this species?

According to
the Clinko historians,

the species is called ‘dog’.

- ‘Dog’.
- Yes.

Obviously the superior race,

having the man-animal
chauffeur it around.

Yes, well, dogs did prove to be,

more cooperative
than man-animals.

For some reason,

they weren’t as useful
when it came to manual labour.

I am honoured by your visit,
Your Excellency.

Well, thank you, Planetship.

You’ll be pleased to know

I’ve approved additional
labour resources.

I’ll have them sent here
by the end of quarter cycle.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

Now, then. Let’s see.

Oh! Your long-overdue transfer!

You must be looking forward

to getting off this disgusting
excuse of a planet.

I just want to do

whatever serves
the corporation best, sir.

Very admirable,

and I must say you’ve done
a first-rate job here

as interim security chief.

Here, here! Here, here!

Oh, I do what I can!

Which is why we’ve decided

to keep you on
for another tour of service.

There must be some mistake.

Oh, Home Office
does not make mistakes.

Course not, but have you
looked at my file, sir?

It explicitly says that
this is a temporary assignment.

Yes.

Are you not aware that
I graduated top of my class?

Quite an accomplishment.

I don’t mean to second-guess
the Home Office,

but surely I could be of better
service to the corporation...

Home Office is well aware
of your academic achievements

and obvious talents.

That’s why we’ve decided

not to keep you here
for another five cycles.

(Laughs)

KER: It’s a joke!

Oh, thank you, sir.

I don’t know
if I could have kept my sanity

to be here another five cycles.

We’ve decided to keep you here
for another 50 cycles!

With endless options
for renewal!

(Echoes) With endless options
for renewal!

(Laughs maniacally)

Those options, of course, being
at Home Office’s discretion.

Not yours.

The Senator...
has a lot of friends.

(Echoes)..has a lot
of friends.

Will you please tell the Senator

that if I had even an inkling
that that was his daughter...

Watch your tongue.

The Senator’s exact words
to me were, and I’m quoting,

“If that blasted Terl tries to
talk his way out of it,

“have him vaporised
on the spot.’’

But cheer up.

There’s one bright side to this.

One day you’re going to die.

And when you end up in hell,

at least it will be a step up
from this place.

(Laughs)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(PSYCHLO MUTTERING)

You haven’t left for Psychlo.

(Grunts)

Your powers of observation
are simply startling.

Give me three pans to go.

I don’t know
what you’re so down about.

You still get to be
head of security,

which, from what I can tell,
is a pretty cushy job.

I can assure you

that I was not groomed since
birth to have some cushy job,

that even a moron like you
could perform.

(Scoffs)

While you were still
learning how to spell your name,

I was being trained
to conquer galaxies.

And to do anything less

is a disgrace
to my entire family line.

That’ll be six credits.

Put it on my tab.

You don’t have a tab.

I do now.

(Chuckles)

(Speaks Psychlo)

(Grunts)

OK. You’re new here,
so I’ll explain how it works.

I eat first,

then my men eat.

If there’s anything left,
you can share it with the rest.

- That’s how it used to work.
- Come here.

- Let’s just stay alive.
- You’re right.

- So I’ll fight you.
- No, no!

If we don’t get food, we don’t
have strength to escape.

- So now we’re escaping?
- I am.

- You come with me if you want.
- Heeeya!

(Both grunt)

We fight...to the death!

(Screams)

(Crowd cheers)

Come on!

Better say your prayers
to the gods.

Arrgh!

(SILENCE)

We’ve enough problems without
killing each other over food!

From now on,
we eat at the same time.

I was wondering when
you were going to look at that.

It came in last week
and I put it right in your box.

I’ve wasted my time, haven’t I?

Sir?

If you’re going to lie,

have the decency
to do a credible job,

so I don’t look like an idiot
for having tried to train you.

I’m not lying, sir.

I put the photo in your box
when it came in.

You are pathetic.

You wouldn’t last one day
at the academy...

..and I saw you.

You said we used picto-cameras

to spy on other officers,

but under no circumstance
spy on our own office.

That’s right. WE don’t. I do.

Start talking!

The photos from
last week’s recon run —

it shows a rock slide
in the mountains.

It exposed a gold vein.

You’re waiting for my transfer
so you can turn it in

and get all the credit.

- I didn’t think you’d mind.
- I don’t mind.

Turn it in.

But before you do, pretend that
you’re not a complete imbecile

and check the compo-gradients.

The mountain’s
full of uranium.

No Psychlo could get there

without his breath gas
exploding.

There’s no way
to mine the gold.

What I do mind is
that you betrayed me

over a lousy recon photo.

But it’s worthless.
You said so yourself.

But you didn’t know
it was worthless.

Arrrgh!

I would never hurt you, sir.

I’m unarmed.
You can’t shoot me.

It’s against regulations, sir.

I could make this up to you, sir.
I promise, I swear.

Please, sir.

This...you do not
have to shoot me, sir.

(Laughs)

Shoot you?

My most trusted colleague?

Of course not.

We have work to do, Ker.

Tomorrow morning

we must warn the Planetship
of the mutiny.

What mutiny?

The one that you’re going to
pretend is in the works,

like your life depended on it...

..because it does.

If the worker revolt
takes place,

my informants tell me
that the first order of business

is to separate you
from your head.

Which is why
there will be no revolt.

I am authorising you to use
whatever means necessary

to prevent it.

The best way to stop it
is to increase profits

and stop cutting
the workers’ pay.

Production equals profits.

And I’ve already ordered as many new
workers as possible

to boost production.

But we have to pay
the new workers.

Maybe you were absent

the day they taught economics
at the academy, Ker,

but nobody works for free.

Man-animals do.

What if we were to train them
how to mine?

(Sniggers)

(Both laugh)

Man-animals operating machinery? (
Laughs)

Have you blown a head gasket?

I will be the laughing-stock
of the universe.

Which is why I should

take a group of man-animals,
with equipment,

to a remote area, better that
you don’t know where,

and try and train them.

Have them do some...
test mining.

That way, if it doesn’t work out
no-one will know.

Right.

And if it does work,
I will be vaporised.

It is against the law!

According to regulations,

a Planetship faced with
a profit-threatening situation

is relieved
of all other ordinances

to pursue, to protect
and to acquire said profits.

And there you have it.

We stick to the original plan.

Bring in new workers.

And they go on half-pay
as soon as they arrive.

And that is final!

(CHAOTIC MUSIC)

(Workers scream)

Get down!

Run!

RUN!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(Speaks Psychlo)

(Chokes)

OK. Pull his breath mask off.

(Gasps)

Last time we didn’t even stop
timing until its lungs burst.

That’s the wager.

(All laugh)

No way this man will
last more than four minutes.

Help me! Help me!
I need your air!

Wager’s off.
The damn thief cheated.

(Workers scream)

TERL: The Planetship
is hiding something.

All we have to do
is find out what it is,

then we’ll have
leverage over him.

And then we can get the gold.

What do you mean ‘we’?
It’s my plan.

I’m sending the gold to Psychlo

and getting off
this stinking planet.

Come on, sir!

You got to let me in on it.

I barely make any lousy credits
in this job,

and I’ve got five wives
to support, sir.

I don’t know if I want to
partner up with an idiot.

How do I even know that
you understand the plan?

We train man-animals—
who don’t need breath gas—

to mine the gold for us.

The home planet owns
this planet.

The gold belongs to them.
That’s the beauty of it.

Home planet doesn’t even know
the gold exists.

So those corporate crapheads
won’t even know we stole it.

It’s the perfect crime, sir.

Putting aside
the serious violations

of teaching mining
to an inferior race

and insulting
corporate superiors,

each one in itself
punishable by death,

so it is my duty to report you,
even though you’ll be vaporised

and I’ll have to train
a new assistant.

- But it’s your stinking plan.
- That’s right.

So I’m glad I’ve
a picto-recording of you

laying out the plan
and my reprimanding you for it.

Think of it
as part of your education.

Education, huh?

Never engage in
a criminal activity

unless you have
a patsy to pin everything on,

in case you ever get found out.

Thank you. That’s great.

Why do I have to be
the patsy, sir?

So you don’t get bright ideas
about getting rid of old Terl

and keeping all the gold
for yourself.

But I would never
double cross you, sir.

Of course not,
because I’ve already arranged

that if any unfortunate
accident befalls me,

this would go straight
to the Home Office.

(FAST-PACED MUSIC)

(Gasps)

(Screams continuously)

Noooo!

Alright, double or nothing

I can blow off
one of its limbs without missing.

(GUNSHOT)

Aaaaahhh!

TERL: That one seems to be
unusually intelligent

and resourceful,
but it’s also defiant,

which means we’ll need
leverage over it.

Over a man-animal?

Man is a primitive species,

so we’ll need something
primitive for leverage...

..like food.

What do you think a man-animal
would like to eat?

What do you think
he would consider a treat?

How the crap should I know?

There’s no way
of knowing that, sir.

But before we educate it
on a learning machine,

we’ll take it to the mountains
along with a couple of others.

Let them think they’ve escaped.

Then we’ll sit back and watch it
choose its favourite food.

Yes.

Look.

KER: Three days,

and they still haven’t
eaten anything yet.

Precisely.

Now the man-animals feel
they’ve a safe distance from us,

they’ll find their favourite food and
celebrate.

What is it?

Food...food!

Floyd?

There’s plenty to burn,
nothing to start fire with.

(Ker groans)

- That’s their favourite food?
- Of course it is.

They could have selected
anything they wanted.

- But it’s not even cooked.
- (Sighs)

If man-animal
prefers its rat uncooked,

then our job
is that much easier.

If they like their rat so much,
how come two aren’t eating?

Don’t you know anything?

The leader of the pack
always eats first.

See?

We’re really going to have
leverage over them now.

(TAP! TAP! )

What are you doing?

They know about
the button camera.

Don’t be a knothead.
It’s a man-animal.

They couldn’t possibly
know about...

Hmm. You sure called
that one, sir.

No way they know
about the picto-camera.

Well move your fat ass,
and let’s go round them up!

Aaahh!

Crap-lousy ceiling!

I thought I told you to get
some man-animals to fix it!

Great! This is great.

What the hell do we do now?

Jonnie...don’t you even
think about it.

You wouldn’t live this jump.
You wouldn’t live the jump.

You can surrender
and rot in those cages.

It’s your choice,
but I’m not going back.

Let the monsters catch us.
They’ll take us to the mines.

- Aaaaahhhh!
- Noooo!

Run! Run!

(Roars) Go.

How are we supposed to know
what he wants?

Just follow what I do
and you’ll be fine.

(Psychlo growls)

Don’t touch anything.

Get these creatures mad
and think what they’ll do to us.

Aarrghh!

(Chokes)

Excuse me,
but I am your instructor,

if you will forgive
such arrogance.

For I do not have the honour
to be a Psychlo.

I am but
a lowly Clinko language slave.

As you are listening to me,

I most likely do not exist

as we may have been
exterminated,

like many other races, by the
gas drones of our conquerors.

Please forgive my pretension

as I try to educate you
in Psychlo,

the noble language
of our superiors.

(Gasps)

(INCOHERENT MUTTERING)

(JUMBLED VOICES)

(Gasps)

(Speaks Psychlo)

(Psychlo becomes English)

You...understand...you...

..you...under...understand me?

Are you hungry...little fellow?

Yes?

Obviously,
this is going to take a while.

(JUMBLED VOICES RESUME)

(Workers grunt)

Jonnie...Jonnie! Jonnie!

(Speaks Psychlo)

Oh, God. Oh, God!

I know who they are,
where they’ve come from.

I can speak their language.

- What did they do to him?
- They made him look into a light.

- It’s a god machine.
- No, it’s a knowledge machine.

It sends pictures
through your head so fast...

- OK.
- ..it’s spinning.

Come on. Let’s go, Jonnie.

No, I can’t. I have to stay.

I have to learn more about them.

This may be... This may be
our only way out of here.

So, this is
the monsters’ language.

No, this is mathematics.

This is the unifying language
of the entire universe.

(Breathes heavily)

Look. (Scratches ground)

This symbol is called
a triangle.

If all...the sides...are equal,

then these three angles
must also be equal.

Equal to what?

To each other.

It’s the basic foundation
of Euclidean geometry.

It seems pretty hard
to understand.

No, no. Only at first.

Then it becomes clear to you.

You see, I learned something
called molecular biology.

This is the symbol for water.

And engineering.
See, the wing... See?

And line. And form.
And artistic composition.

You see, this...
this is a square, like a cage.

I thought you were
supposed to be

working to help us escape.

This will.

All this will.

(Speaks Psychlo)

Jonnie. Jonnie. Human.

Uh...

Uh, “The security chief
should...secure the field vault

“with an eight-digit
combination code.

“And do not use a personal or
employee identification number.’’

What’s an identification number?

Er...there. Right there.

- How many numbers is that?
- Eight.

Eight?

- Eight.
- Eight.

Guess the creature’s
more clever than that.

The question is how clever.

Er, I’ll try the numbers backwards.

Oh!

Look at this.

It’s a recording machine.

Oh, this is how he watches us.

(Sounds horn)

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

Stop! Chrissy, stop!

What if he’s not dead?

Hope is an admirable quality,
but foolish isn’t.

I CAN’T give you permission
to go out there and get killed.

I don’t need your permission.

I’m no longer a child.

(Gasps)

Do you want lunch?

It’s obviously too much to ask
a man-animal thing

to learn a language
as sophisticated as Psychlo.

Maybe it can understand Psychlo, and
pretending it can’t.

Why the HELL would it do that?
Maybe it’s secretly listening.

Trying to get leverage over us.

(Scoffs) Man-animal getting
leverage over a Psychlo.

- That’ll be the day.
- (Laughs)

Whoa, what if this one’s
particularly stupid?

Maybe we should try to trade
another one.

There’s no time.

When they detect the gold,
they’ll know what we’re doing.

- (Grunts)
- Arrggh!

We’ll have to terminate
the operation

and cover our tracks.

(Speaks Psychlo)

- (Speaks Psychlo)
- (Jonnie repeats phrase)

It speaks Psychlo!

Go on, say something else.

You’re gonna stay here
as my prisoner,

while, you — you go and get
a transporter.

(Both laugh)

Just because you’ve learned
Psychlo, doesn’t make you one.

If you don’t follow my orders,
I’ll have you killed.

(Laughs) How exactly
do you plan to do that?

(Screams)

(Screams) Mickey, no!

(Chokes)

If ANY of you rat brains
knew anything about firearms,

you’d know that you never
store loaded weapons.

You drop him now!

You drop him or I won’t mine
an ounce of your gold.

I’ll have you vaporised

and I’ll find someone else
to mine the gold.

You don’t have time.

You can’t hide this
from Home Office forever.

A man getting leverage
over a Psychlo —

that’ll be the day.

(Shouts)

I think it’s time

that we show our little friend
a thing or two.

As long as you cling
to the feeble hope

that you could ever get
the better of me,

you’ll be distracted
from the more important things.

Which is exactly why...

..I share the following
with you.

When we attacked your planet,

all your soldiers

and all their
advanced technology

could only put up
a measly nine-minute fight

before they were exterminated.

Which is why man
is an endangered species.

Everything you humans knew
is here.

And you can look
at anything you want,

because there is nothing
that will help you.

(MUSIC CRESCENDOS)

Satisfied?

Yes.

I have one more demonstration
for you and your little friends.

You will soon be relocated
to a new mining site.

And if any of you get
any bright ideas about escaping,

just remember, although you know
nothing about firearms,

I certainly do.

I graduated top marksman
in my class,

and I could kill any one of you
at over a thousand paces.

- Tell them what I’ve said.
- Try to run, he’ll kill us.

- That’s it?
- Yes.

Allow me to demonstrate.

(Fires gun repeatedly)

(Roars)

No! No! Wait! Wait!

No! Go back. No!

Get him, Jonnie!

Let’s give this...demon
what it deserves.

Shoot, I say! Destroy it!

Shoot! Shoot!

Kill it! Kill it!
Then we’ll rob it...

(Angrily) Then what?

What kind of life is it to run?

Always living in fear?

What about the others
we’re leaving behind?

- What about them?
- There’s nothing.

Nothing we can do for them.
Only the gods can free them!

Do you think
the lights in the night sky

are gods waiting to save us?

Those are planets!

Planets like this one.

The great villages
were built by our people.

By millions of men and women
just like us,

willing to fight to the death
for one thing above all—

their freedom.

MAN: Do you think
no-one has tried?

You CAN’T defeat them.

(Echoes) You can’t defeat them.

That...is our fate.
(Echoes) Our fate.

Yes, we can.

Yes, we can!

We have to go back.

We go back and learn about
their weapons and machinery.

Our race is slowly dying
and will soon be gone forever.

Let it be said that we took
this one chance...and FOUGHT!

Are you with me?
(Yells) Are you with me?

- Yeah.
- Yeah — we fight!

Yeah!

If you’re fighting the beast,
me and my men are with you.

Thank you. It’s good to have
friends out here.

May the gods be with you.

(All cheer)

Surely someone as wise as you

has ways to stop them
from shooting.

I know that if I’d tried,
you would’ve killed me first.

Damn right, rat brain.

That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve
said yet.

(Chokes)

Rest break is over.

There’s something
I need you to see.

It’s imperative that
you are properly motivated.

You don’t know her?

No. I don’t know her.

In fact, she’s one of
the foulest-looking females

I’ve ever seen.

While I tend to agree,

it’s obvious that man-animals
show a lack of aptitude

for strategic deception.

On the other hand,

what you show marginal
proficiency at is...

..drawing.

This was found on her
when she was collected.

The collar around her neck
has enough explosive

to remove her head
from her body.

And this remote
will activate the explosive

from anywhere on the planet.

So if you choose to disobey me,
I’ll show you what will happen.

Please...please don’t harm her.

I believe you.

(Scoffs) Don’t worry, rat brain.

Every collar
has its own frequency.

I’m not going to blow up
your little female friend.

Just, er...

..this one.

You’ve made your point.

- Sammy...
- I said I would mine your gold!

Please, don’t kill him...

Please!

Fine.

As a gesture to
our new working relationship,

I will grant you
this one request.

I won’t kill him.

But you may NEVER ask of me
anything again.

I promise.

As I said...

..I won’t kill him.

Pleasure.

(EXPLOSION)

(EERIE SILENCE)

(Laughs)

Stupid humans.

No, no, no...

What you did was right.

It was right for all of us.

You’re a thinker,

and the gods respect thinkers.

You didn’t kill Sammy.

Jonnie, this is not living.

This is...this is...

..cages...cages!

Even if we were to escape and
go back to where we came from,

it’d be like you said.

We’d look over our shoulders
waiting for the Psychlos.

I think THAT
is not living, either.

We all chose to fight.

MAN: Count us in, too!

WOMAN: What’s going on?

MAN: Somebody in that cage
knows Psychlo!

He’s gonna help us fight.

(All cheer)
(HEROIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Ah, yes.

Ker, I’d like you to meet Chirk.

- (Grunts)
- She’s, um...she’s, um...

His soon-to-be
newly acquired secretary.

- Yes.
- Really?

(Whispers) She’s stupid enough
not to be a menace.

Good-looking enough
to be decorative.

She gets drunk
with economical speed.

(Loudly)
And has other advantages.

Oh, I can see that.

- Don’t you have work to do?
- No.

Ker.

Alright, sir.

Now, listen, Missy.

I’m still waiting
for the Planetship’s accounts.

I had to go WAY beyond
the call of duty to get these.

I see. Maybe that’s
why I especially chose you.

So, you’ll keep your side
of the bargain?

Er, which was?

You said
we’ll have a huge house

when we return to Psychlo.

- We’ll be rich, right?
- Right.

I’m going to make you
as happy as a baby Psychlo

on a straight diet of ferbango.

(Both laugh)

Well, isn’t it interesting

that you have been
keeping two sets of books.

And telling all the workers

the planet
has been operating at a loss.

I...I only claimed
that it was running at a loss

to try and...motivate them all
to work harder.

(Laughs) Of course.

And it had nothing to do
with the fact

it could allow you
to cut the workers’ pay

and keep the extra credit
for yourself, did it?

Ah, that.

Well, I can explain!

Well, unfortunately,

the company requires me
to vaporise you.

But on the other hand,

I could understand
someone in your situation,

being old and having no future,

could come up with
creative ways

to solve
your financial problems.

(Stutters) You can?

Oh, yes.

It’s really
of no interest to anybody

to have you not be Planetship,

but it would be prudent to start
to share your authority.

But these forms are all blank.

Undated.

You could put anything
you wanted on them.

YOU would run
the entire planet.

I...would be nothing
but a puppet.

Well, if you don’t
want to do it that way,

we could always do it
by...the book.

What the hell
does the Planetship need

with all this mining equipment?

That’s not even the crazy part.

He’s ordered me
to take a group of man-animals

out to a remote area
WITH the equipment

to see if they
can be trained to mine.

Man-animals being able to mine.

Yes.

The old Psychlo’s going
completely insane.

Indeed.

But what can I do?

An order is an order.

(Sighs)

You have a busy day, rat brain.

First learning how to fly,

and then on to the learning
machine for mining techniques.

(EXPLOSION)

Crash one more time, rat brain,

and your friend
won’t be among the living.

Again.

Again!

Never underestimate what a little
leverage can do, rat brain.

(TENSE MUSIC)

That's good, man-animal.

(Shouts) This is a lever.

When we mine the coal—
lever up, down.

VOICE ON SPEAKER: Warning!

External sensors indicate

dangerous radiation levels
ahead.

This is as far as I can go.
Land it!

(Exhales)

Meet me here, in 14 days

and I want the ship’s cage
at least half-filled with gold.

And even though
I won’t be at the mining site...

..I’ll be watching you.

Oh, oh.

- How’s your side?
- It’s good. Good, good, good.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh!

Oh, next time, you fly.

(Grunts)

No, no, no, no.

Even if we mine enough gold,

we’ll be lucky to fill
half of that cage in time.

We’re not doing any mining.

What about
the big uglies watching us

with that eye in the sky?

God, look. Here.
Here’s the men, alright?

We split them in half, and one
group goes and one group stays

and it looks as if
we’re still working.

No, no, no.

If we haven’t got the gold
in 14 days to Terl,

then he’ll kill us.

There’s a place called Fort Knox
where the gold’s already mined.

There will be no mining.
But we are going to deliver.

OK, so, so...

..we have to pretend
that we’re mining the gold.

We have to figure out where
we’re going to get the gold.

Then we have to get the
supplies to help our revolt.

Yeah.

We have barely enough men
to do one of those things,

let alone all three.

(HOWLING)

It’s good to have friends
on the outside, eh!

(All whoop)

(Laughs)

(Howls)

Come on!

You two keep your eyes open.

Look for ocean — if you see any,
we’ve gone too far.

Oh, I think this is it.

I think we’ve crossed over
into Washington.

- No. We’re still in Colorado.
- What? That’s impossible.

- No, we didn’t cross this line.
- You’re not paying attention.

Carlo, you let him navigate.

You watch me.
You’re flying this back.

But...it’s impossible.

We couldn’t have crossed these
lines without me seeing one.

Well, we did, OK?

The lines must’ve
just faded over time.

(MAJESTIC MUSIC)

JONNIE: This great village was the
capital for all of our tribes.

This is where
our people’s history was buried.

Here.

The Psychlos attacked Earth.

They sent out flying gas drones.

Our ancestors
must have made it out

into these remote
radiated areas,

and the only reason
they survived

was because radiation
has a lethal reaction

with the Psychlo’s
breathing gas.

- That was not good for them.
- It’s good for us.

Even if we fail,
people will be saved

if they stay in there.

They’re safe from being hunted.

Radiation is also poisonous
for humans.

So you see, either way...

..if we don’t
take back our planet,

the last of humanity
becomes extinct.

(Sighs)

(YELLING)

It’s coming!

Come on! Come on!

Based on what I’ve read about
Psychlo security,

if we were to stage a revolt,

only using weapons they don’t
perceive as any real threat—

if we just use
rocks and sticks,

they’ll just herd us together
and throw us back in the cages.

But—

we’re going to stage
this revolt inside the dome.

So the Psychlos are going
to have to come inside the city

to round us up.

And that is when
we blow the dome.

Carlo’s going to blow the dome.

- Want to have breath masks on.
- They can’t breathe.

- They all die.
- Carlo?

- I’m going to blow the dome?
- You’re blowing the dome.

Piece of cake.
Piece of cake, piece of cake.

(All laugh)

But what you
have to remember

is that as soon as
we blow the dome, boom.

- Stage two alarm.
- What is that?

Thousands of gas drones
and troops

are going to be
teleported down here.

- We can’t fight against that.
- Then what’s the point?

We kill all the monsters
on Earth, they send more.

We’ll get wiped out.

The point is we don’t
let it get to stage two.

We’re going to destroy their
home planet before it happens.

- Their home planet?
- Their home planet.

Oh.

We’ll need some extra supplies
before we can do that.

So our first stop is a
radiation bomb storage bunker.

Is everyone clear?

Count us in.

- Look.
- Flying machines?

Mickey,
these are flying machines.

Weapons of some kind.

Flying spears.

I think there’s
a little more to it than that.

Whoo!

Whoo, whoo, whoo!

It’s a learning machine.

Teach us to fly.

You’re right.
It’s like breaking a horse.

You sure you can
teach your men to fly this?

Piece of cake! Piece of cake.

Piece of cake.

- Try and keep it level.
- Jonnie!

- What is it?
- I think I found one.

Come on. Come on!
It’s a nuclear firebomb!

Piece of cake.

According to the book,

there’s a firing mechanism
that has to be in place

before it’s operational.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

(Breathes heavily)

Don’t touch the autosensor.

What happens if we do?

The bomb will explode.
Big fire.

Look.
(BOMB BEEPS REPEATEDLY)

From this cave.

(Whispers) Off. Off.

Off.

(BOMB BEEPS CONTINUOUSLY)

(Disengages bomb)

“War’’.

“Ning’’.

- Ning? Warning. Warning.
- Warning.

Warning.

War...ning. Get it?

(Breathes heavily)

What does the autosensor
look like?

Ah, there’s an illustration
in appendix A.

Which is...

What? What?

We don’t have appendix A.

- More books, Jonnie.
- Books.

Arggh!

- Arggh!
- It’s OK.

It’s OK.

I thought you said
nuclear fires were powerful.

It’s not nuclear. Mickey!

- Sorry.
- You’re sorry? Mickey!

Would you stop touching things
and turn off the damn light?!

Wait. Leave it on, Mickey.

Look. Look.

Oh.

Good work, Mickey.

You just found appendix A.

This’ll be enough
to blow up their whole planet?

Radiation reacts
with the planet’s atmosphere.

There’s enough there
to destroy it forever.

Let me do it.

Let me go to their planet
and detonate the weapon.

It’s brave of you Mickey,
but it’s my plan, so I go.

Jonnie, you’re the only one who
speaks the monsters’ language.

You know things about them.

Listen.

Without you
leading this revolt...

..we might not succeed.

(ENGINE ROARS)

Let’s hope their eye in the sky

didn’t see the gold through
the lead walls of this cave.

Start filling the cage.

We’ll hide half
in the mountains,

and deliver the other half
to Terl tonight.

Why is it in bars?

I...

..I assumed, sir, that
a Psychlo of your refinement

wouldn’t settle for anything
as coarse as raw ore.

(Drops bar) Really?

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Well, since you rat brains

have had enough extra time
to smelt it into bricks,

I’ll now expect the rest
of the gold in seven days.

(CRACKING EXPLOSION)

You know he has no intention
of sharing that gold with you.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Now what are you
even doing here?

You’re supposed to be
mining the gold.

You think
he only made that recording

to have you as his patsy?

Do you, Ker?

No.

He has leverage over you.

And it’ll guarantee
you never see an ounce.

How do you know about those
recordings, you man-animal?

It really is amazing,

the collection of disks you can
find in Terl’s personal vault.

(Grunts quietly)

First, we trade. The disk...

I don’t think so!

If you don’t give me the disk
right now,

I will blow your head off.

(Grunts repeatedly)

Hey! Hey!

(All grunt) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!

Whoa.

You want to trade?

Let’s trade.

MAN: Hurry!

What’d the Psychlo say
about wearing this collar?

After tonight,
it won’t matter much either way.

Jonnie, I know
you don’t believe in fate,

but I’ve always known this
was going to be your destiny.

This is our destiny.
It’s freedom for all of us.

For our children.

Children?

Beautiful.

MAN: Quickly!

MAN: Come on, hurry!

(Terl laughs) Well,
this is particularly stupid.

(Grunts)

As soon as they
detect the gold,

they’ll know
exactly what we’re doing.

- (Grunts)
- KER: Oh...

We’ll have to terminate
the operation

and cover our tracks.

(Laughs)

As soon
as they detect the gold,

they’ll know
exactly what we’re doing.

- (Grunts)
- KER: Oh...

(Sighs)

.. terminate the operation
and cover our tracks.

I’ve been thinking.

80/20 is a pretty fair
distribution of the gold.

But I should get the 80%.

And with my share,

I’m going to fire all my wives
and buy new ones.

(Laughs)
Maybe pretty ones this time.

(Laughs)

Chirk!

(Laughs loudly)

Congratulations.

You’ve finally learned

how to get proper leverage
over someone, haven’t you?

Uh-huh.

Which means I haven’t
wasted my time training you.

- You’re not upset?
- Don’t be crazy.

Do you know how long
I’ve waited for this day?

I know the perfect way
to celebrate.

(Laughs) What are you doing?

You can’t shoot me.

I made a copy and gave it
to someone for safekeeping.

You are just
too good of a teacher.

(Laughs)

How about giving
your old teacher a clue

as to who this might be?

You insult yourself, sir.

You know you taught me
better than that.

How do I know who it is?

I don’t know. (Laughs)

I mean, it could be anybody
on this damn planet.

- It could be...a mechanic.
- No.

- It could be a concubine.
- No, no, no.

Anybody
in the communications office.

- Wrong. (Laughs)
- I hate this.

I feel like it’s a test
that I’m not prepared for.

Well, hell, it could even be...

..our friendly bartender!

Please. I made a mistake.

Now, give me the original disk,

then meet meat the teleportation
platform in two hours.

Sir.

MICKEY ON RADIO:
Patrol bunker’s to the right.

Three guards left.

Two in front of the guard house. One
from the north.

I’ll take the two
in the guard house.

(ALARM BEEPS)

Oh...

Oh!

(Grunts)

(Grunts) Oh!

(Grunts)

(Psychlo grunts)

(Laughs)

Arggh!

(Speaks Psychlo)

Chrissy...

RADIO: Jonnie. The shooting’s
triggered the alarm.

Five guards from the south,
heavily-armed and moving fast!

They’re between you
and the bunker. Jonnie!

RADIO: The man - animals
have escaped.

They’re running
into the city.

Send some guards out
and round them up. I’m busy!

And don’t bother me
with every little detail.

Go round them up.

Psychlos!

Psychlo!

(Speaks Psychlo)

Seven, seven, three.

Greener, it's Carlo.
The explosives are set.

Can I blow the dome?

CARLO ON RADIO:
What’s going on?

Talk to me.

- Jonnie, talk to me.
- Hold on! Hold on.

If I don’t get Mickey to
Psychlo, they’ll send drones.

Just hurry up.
’Cause I’ve got company.

(Psychlo groans)

(Speaks Psychlo)

Yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh! Oh! Yeah!

(Laughs) Go!

(Mouths inaudibly)

(Speaks Psychlo)

(Howls)

(Inhales)

COMPUTER:
Airlock doors open.

Here they are.

(Pants fearfully)

(Gasps)

(EXCITING MUSIC)

Whoah! Oooh!

(BEEPING)

(Screams)

(EXCITING MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hang on! I’m right on his tail.

(Screams battle cry)

(Pants)

OK. You know
what you’ve got to do?

(Softly) Go.

(ELECTRICAL WHINE)

Come on, come on!

I’ve got to blow this dome now!

I’m teleporting Mickey and
the bomb now, Carlo.

Hang on. I’m seconds away.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Jonnie, come on.
They’re destroying the bombs.

It’s now or never.

Now! Go ahead! Blow the dome!

Go! Go! Go!

COMPUTER: Teleportation
sequence terminated.

Interrupting something?

CHRISSY ON RADIO:
Jonnie! Jonnie!

(Chokes)

(Roars)

- MAN: Let’s go! Let’s go!
- (People whimper fearfully)

MAN: Why isn’t it coming down?

(CRACKING, CREAKING)

MAN: The dome is holding!

It’s not working!

WOMAN: It’s only cracked!

CHRISSY ON RADIO:
The dome isn’t broken, Carlo.

We can’t hold out.

(Chokes)

Attention!

This is Terl,
your chief of security.

Exterminate all man-animals
at will.

And happy hunting!

(Speaks Psychlo)

WOMAN: Run! Run!

(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

(YELLING, SCREAMING)

Ugh!

(Whimpers)

What’s going on with the dome?

Hold on. I’m taking it out now.

(Grunts aggressively)

(Hollers battle cry)

(ZAPPING)

(CRACKING)

(Psychlos grunt brutishly)

(DIN OF BATTLE)

MAN: They’re killing us!

(GUNFIRE, SCREAMING)

(EXPLOSION)

We’re not going to make it!

I think we should pull out!

I’m blowing the dome in five!

Four!

Three.

Two.

One.

Piece of cake.

(SHATTERING)

Everyone underground! Now!

Go! Go!

(Hollers battle cry)

(Psychlos scream)

(POWERFUL MUSIC)

Aaarrggghhhh!

Look out!

COMPUTER: Teleportation
sequence activated.

COMPUTER: Teleportation
sequence activated.

Psychlo war centre,
this is a stage three alert.

I repeat, a stage three alert.

Initiate the gas drone
extermination sequence.

(OMINOUS RUMBLING)

You have been
quite a challenge, rat brain!

You’ll make a hell
of a conversation piece

when you’re stuffed and hanging
on the wall at the academy.

(Screeches)

(Grunts with exertion)

Yaaaaaaaaaa!

(ZAPPING)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

Where’s the rest of my gold?

I’ll exchange it
for my woman’s life.

I know my life is over,

but surely hers
is of no consequence to you.

Thanks for reminding me,
rat brain.

Now, where is it?!

Trust me.
You don’t want to do that.

Trust me.
There’s nothing I want more.

Ugh!

(GENTLE, HEROIC MUSIC)

Carlo came through.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC SWELLS)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Why don’t you vaporise me?

Leverage.

If there are other
Psychlo colonies out there,

they’ll send out their
gas drones and exterminate us.

But if they learn
that it was your greed

that destroyed
their home planet...

..then all the credits
in the universe

won’t equal to the bounty
that they put on your head.

(Laughs)

But there is one thing

that you rat brains weren’t
smart enough to realise.

- Kill them!
- (Gasps)

I fixed the problem with it.

It works fine now.

You imbecile!

What kind of crap-lousy game
are you playing?

I’m teaching them
all about our technology.

They made me
the Head Psychlo.

(Laughs)

Look at the bright side.

You may not be wallowing
in luxury on Psychlo...

..but, at least,
you finally got your gold.

(Laughs)