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'They say most of your brain
shuts down in cryosleep.

'All but the primitive side...

'...the animal side.

'No wonder I'm still awake.

'Transporting me with civilians.

'Sounded like 40, 40-plus.

'Heard an Arab voice,

'some hoodoo holy man,

'probably on his way
to New Mecca.

'But what route?

'What route?

'Smelled a woman.

'Sweat, boots,
tool belt, leather.

'Prospector type.

'Free settlers.

'And they only take
the back roads.

'And here's my real problem.

'Mr. Johns,

'the blue-eyed devil.

'Plannin' on taking me
back to slam,

'only this time
he picked a ghost lane.'

'A long time between stops.

'A long time
for something to go wrong.'

Why did I fall on you?

He's dead.

The captain's dead.

I was looking right at him.

The chrono shows
we are 22 weeks out,

so... so gravity was not supposed
to kick in for another 19.

- Why'd I fall at all?
- Did you hear what I said?

The captain's dead.

1550 millibars...

...dropping 20mb per minute.

Shit! We're hemorrhaging air.
Something took a swipe at us.

Come on. Just tell me
we're still in the shipping lane.

Just show me all those stars.
Come on!

Those big, bright...

What?

This is an emergency dispatch

from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner
en route to the Tangier system

with 40 commercial
passengers onboard.

'We have been knocked out
of our shipping lane

'and are currently
entering the atmosphere

'of a planetary body in this position:
X-38-stroke-5,

'Y-95-stroke-8, Z-21...'

Fry, where the hell's our comms?

'Rate of descent
beyond known limits.

'Rate of descent beyond...'

They trained you for this, Fry, right?

'Deploy lower air brakes now.

'Deploy lower air brakes...'

'Center of gravity too far aft.

'Recommend purging ballast now.'

What the...?
Was that a purge, Fry?

Too heavy in the ass.
I can't get my fucking nose down.

'Crisis program selected
number 2 of this system

'because it shows
at least some oxygen.'

Maximum terrain 220 meters
over mean surface,

largely cinder and gypsum
with some evaporite deposits.

Fry, what the hell
are you doing?

I gotta drop more load.

Look, I tried everything else.
I still got no horizon.

Better try everything twice,
cos we don't just flush out...

Look, if you know something I don't,
get up here and take the chair, Owens.

Listen, company says
we are responsible

for every single one
of those people, Fry.

What, we both die
out of sheer fucking nobility?

Don't you touch that handle, Fry!

I'm not gonna die for them.

'Air-lock doors not secure.'

Owens!

70 seconds, Fry. You still have
70 seconds to level this beast out.

Shit. Shit!

'Air-lock doors...

'Air-lock doors not secure.
Air-lock doors...'

What the fuck
is happening up there?

Yeah, I-Imam?

Zeke?

Somebody's gonna get hurt
one of these days.

It ain't gonna be me.

Here, Shazza.

So I guess
something went wrong.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Get it out of me!

Don't touch it!

Don't... don't you touch
that handle!

Get it out of him!

No, no, no,
it's too close to his heart.

There's some Anestaphine
in the med-lock in the back of the cabin.

Not anymore, there's not.

Get out of here, everyone.

Get out of here.

Allahu Akbar...

Allahu Akbar...

That will teach me
for flying coach.

Interesting.

Is anyone else having
difficulties breathing?

Yeah, I feel one lung short.

All of us.

I feel like I just ran
or something.

There was talk of a scouting party
looking for other people,

but then we saw this.

What the bloody hell
happened?

It could have been
a meteor storm.

Might have been a rogue comet.

I don't know.

Well, I, for one,
am thoroughly grateful.

This beast wasn't made
to land like this,

but... I think you did well.

Actually, the only reason we're alive
is because of her.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

Thanks very much.

Yeah, thanks for
saving our dicks.

No, really.
Thanks awfully.

Well done.

He just escaped
from a maximum prison.

So do we just keep him
locked up forever?

Well, that would be my choice.

Is he really that dangerous?

Only around humans.

The whole bloody container is upside down.
It's all topsy-turvy.

Well, thank goodness
it's not a total loss.

Booze? This is what
you have to drink?

I'm gonna need a receipt for that,
for all of these.

- This is my personal stuff.
- Mmm-hmm.

I don't suppose
this will help you at all.

Unfortunately it is not permitted,
especially while on hajj.

You do realize there's no water,
don't you?

All deserts have water.
It only waits to be found.

I hope you're right.

All the more for me then.

Motherfucker.

What the hell are these?

Maratha war picks
from northern India.

- Very rare.
- And this?

That's a hunting blow-dart pipe
from northern Papua New Guinea.

That's very, very rare
since the tribe is now extinct.

They couldn't hunt shit
with these things, would be my guess.

What's the point anyway?

I mean, if the man is gone, he's gone.
Why should he bother us?

Maybe to take what you got.

Maybe to work your nerves.

Or maybe to just come back
and skull-fuck you in your sleep.

He sounds like a charmer.

For you.

Let's just get...
Here we go. Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Imam, if we're looking for water,
we should leave soon,

before nightfall,
while it's cooler.

Ali.

Excuse me.

I think you should see this.

Three suns?

Bloody hell.

So much for your nightfall.

So much for my cocktail hour.

We take this as a good sign.

A path, direction from Allah.

Blue sun, blue water.

Ever wondered
why I'm an atheist?

It's a bit of a bad sign.
That's Riddick's direction.

I thought you found his restraints
over there, towards sunset.

Right. Which means
he went towards sunrise.

Zeke.

Fully loaded clip.
Safety's on.

One shot if you spot him, OK?

- Don't tell me you're going, too.
- Yeah.

What happens
if Mr. Riddick spots us first?

There'll be no shots.

Allahu Akbar...

Quiet!
Shh, shh, shh.

Seven stones
to keep the devil at bay.

You're on a trip
to New Mecca, right?

Once in every lifetime,
should there be a great hajj.

A great pilgrimage.

To get to know Allah better?

Yes, but to know yourself, as well.

Yeah.

We are all
on the same hajj now.

Sorry.

So did you see anything?

No Riddick.

Trees... trees mean water.

You comfy up there?

Yes. It's amazing how you can do
without necessities of life,

provided you have
the little luxuries.

Just keep your bloody eyes open.

I don't want that dog
sneaking up on my bloody arse.

Yes, well, you dig the graves.

I'll hold the fort, old boy.

Christ!

He could probably get you right here,
right under the jaw

and you'd never
even hear him coming,

cos that's how good
Riddick is.

Tell me something,
did you run away from your parents

or did they run away from you?

It's a communal graveyard,
perhaps,

like the elephants of Earth.

He asks what could have killed
so many great things.

Is this whole planet dead?

Drink?

Probably shouldn't do this.

It dehydrates you even more.

You're probably right.

Mmm.

You know, you could have stayed back
at the ship. Probably should've.

If we don't find water,
you know what happens.

I wanted to get away.

I've never seen a captain
so ready to leave her ship.

I think we should keep moving.

What did Owens mean
about not touching the handle?

It's just between you and me,
Carolyn. I promise.

I'm not your captain.

During the landing,

when... things were at their worst,
Owens was at his best.

He's the one that stopped
the docking pilot

from dumping
the main cabin.

The passengers.

And the docking pilot being?

I guess I'm a little more glad
to be here than I thought.

Hassan. Suleiman.

Captain.

Is there anyone here?

There was water here.

Lights?

Lights on?

OK.

They are saying God is great.

Allahu Akbar. Yes.

This is the source
of the water.

No darkness.

No lights because no darkness.

Hello, Mecca!

Tell me that was you
just now.

What are you going on about?

He's been right here
helping me.

Back of the ship.
That noise.

You trying to tell me
that was someone...

...else?

No!

Oh, my God!
I thought I was the only one

who got out of the crash alive.

Christ!

It was just somebody else.

It was just somebody else
from the crash!

Crikey! I thought it was him.

I thought it was Riddick.

No juice.

It looks like
it's been laid up for years.

But we might be able
to adapt it to...

Shut up.

Sorry. I thought
I heard something.

- Like what?
- Gunshots.

Zeke!

Piece of shit!

What did you do to Zeke?

What did you do to him?
Just kill him.

Just somebody goddamn kill him
before he...

So where's the body?

Well, do you want to tell me
about the sounds?

Look, you told Johns
you heard something.

That's fine.

You don't wanna talk to me,
that's your choice,

but just so you know...

...there's a debate right now
as to whether

we should leave you here to die.

You mean the whispers?

What whispers?

The ones telling me
to go for the sweet spot

just to the left of the spine.

4th lumbar down,
the abdominal aorta.

It's a metallic taste,
human blood.

Copperish.

If you cut it with peppermint schnapps,
it goes away...

Do you want to shock me
with the truth now?

All you people
are so scared of me.

Most days, I'd take that
as a compliment.

But it ain't me
you gotta worry about now.

Show me your eyes, Riddick.

You'd have to come
a lot closer for that.

Closer.

Where the hell
can I get eyes like that?

- You gotta kill a few people.
- OK, I can do it.

Then you gotta
get sent to a slam,

where they tell you
you'll never see daylight again.

You dig up a doctor
and you pay him 20 menthol Kools

to do a surgical shine job
on your eyeballs.

So you can see who's sneaking up
on you in the dark?

- Exactly.
- Leave!

Leave.

Cute kid.

Did I kill a few people?

Sure.

Did I kill Zeke?

No.

You got the wrong killer.

He's not in the hole.
We looked.

Look deeper.

Let me tell you
what I think happened.

I think he went off on the guy
and buried him in the hills somewhere.

Now he's got you believing
there's something else out there.

- Well, let's just be sure.
- Look, murders aside,

Riddick belongs
in the asshole hall of fame.

He loves to jaw-jack
and loves to make you feel afraid,

because that's all he has.
You're playing right into it.

Why am I trying
to explain this to you, Johns?

You're a cop. For God's sake,
we've gotta find his body.

- Hey! I'll go.
- Look, no one is going.

Stay here.

Look, being ballsy with your life
doesn't change what came before.

It's just stupid.

What, do you think I'm trying
to prove something?

Well, are you?

They're hollow.

I'm in here!

I'm in here. I'm inside!

I thought I heard something.

Please, can you hear me?

Help me.

Give me your goddamn hand.

I heard you, Fry.
I heard you first.

- Come on.
- Fry, are you OK?

What's down there?
What is it?

- Did you find Zeke?
- You're all right.

- Fry, are you OK?
- OK.

Fuck!

That was so fucking stupid.

I don't know
what the fuck is in there...

...but whatever it is,
it got Zeke and it nearly got me!

Get it off me!

Get it off me!
Get it off me!

Watch it.
Watch your head.

Finally found something
worse than me, huh?

So here's the deal.

You work without chains,
without bit, and without shivs.

You do what I say,
when I say it.

For what?

The honor of going back
to some asshole of a cell? Fuck you.

The truth is...
I'm tired of chasing you.

Are you saying
you'd cut me loose?

I'm thinking you could have died
in the crash.

My recommendation: do me.

Don't take the chance that I'll get
shiv-happy on your wanna-be ass.

OK.

Ghost me, motherfucker.
That's what I'd do to you.

I want you to remember
this moment.

The way it could have gone
and didn't.

Here.

- Take it easy.
- Fuck you!

Do we have a deal?

I want you to remember
this moment.

- Just one?
- For now.

So, click your fingers,
and he's one of us now?

I didn't say that,

but at least this way,
I don't have to worry about y'all

falling asleep
and not waking up.

So, can I talk to him now?

- No.
- No.

Blast.

Paris P. Ogilvie.

Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur.

Richard B. Riddick.

Escaped convict, murderer.

That's... that's
a particularly good Shiraz.

It's... it's a lovely drop.

It's... it's very expensive.

By all means,
please help yourself.

I mean, normally
I can appreciate antiques.

But this,
this is something else.

It will work.

It's nothing we can't repair,
so long as the electrical adapts.

Well, it's not a star-jumper.

It doesn't need to be.

Take a 2-seater like this back up
to the Sol-Track shipping lanes.

Stick out her thumb,
bound to get picked up.

Ain't that right, captain?

Can I have a little help here?

I got it. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do me a favor.

Check these containers out

and, uh... see what we can patch
these wings up with.

All right?

Mine!

Insha Allah!

All right, all right.
My turn.

Are you all right?

OK.

And we are getting there.

So... we've got enough power
for a sys-check,

but we'll still need more cells.

How many
are we talking about?

Um... let's see,
we got a 90-gig draw.

The other ship
takes 20-gig cells.

So that would be five.

Five total to launch.

- 35 kilos each, huh? Fuck.
- Well, that's pretty heavy.

Well, you know
that old sand cat out there?

- Mmm-hmm.
- I might be able to get it going.

Yeah. Do it if you can,
but if you need a hand...

Where did Riddick go?

Let's go.

You're missing the party.

Come on, boy.

You're missing the party.
Come on.

Oh, man.

All praises be Allah,
for His many blessings to us.

What?

It's the winner
of the look-alike contest.

Who were these people anyway,
miners?

I don't know.
Looks like geologists.

You know, an advance team,
moves around from rock to rock.

Nice of them to leave
so much stuff here.

Why did they leave their ship?

It's not a ship, it's a skiff.

And it's disposable, really.

It's more like an emergency
life raft, right?

Yeah, they probably had a big drop ship
take them off planet.

These people didn't leave.
Come on.

Whoever got Zeke got them.

They're all dead.

You don't really think they left
with their clothes on the hooks,

photos on the shelves.

Maybe they had weight limits.
You don't know.

I know you don't prep
your emergency ship

unless there's a fucking emergency.

- He's fucking right.
- Watch your mouth.

He's just saying
what we're all thinking.

So what happened?
Where are they?

Has anyone seen the little one?
Ali?

Has anyone checked
the coring room?

Ali.

Come on.

- Ali.
- Slowly.

Jack, wait. Wait!

Ali.

Ali.

Ali.

Ali?

Imam?

Imam?

Other buildings
weren't secure...

...so they ran here.

Heaviest doors.

Thought they'd be safe inside,
but they forgot to lock the cellar.

Here.

What, it's broken?

No. There's still a few hits.

Actually, you asshole,
I'm trying to say that I'm sorry.

OK, let's board this place up
and get the hell out of here.

Whatever the fuck those things were,
they seem to stick to darkness.

So, if we stick to daylight,
we should be all right, OK?

Let's go.

22 years ago.

What?

These coring samples are dated.

Last one's 22 years ago
this month.

OK, is there something special
about that, Carolyn?

I don't know.

There could be.

An eclipse.

You're not afraid
of the dark, are you?

So we gotta get the power cells.

Shit, I've still gotta check on the hull
and patch the wings.

Wait on the power cells.

What? Wait for what?
Until it's too dark to get back?

We don't know when it'll happen.
Let's not get overexcited.

Just get the fucking cells
here, Johns.

What... what is the discussion?

Maybe I should tell you
how Riddick escaped.

He can pilot?

He hijacked a prison transport,

made a hell of a good run
before I tracked his ass down.

OK, OK,
maybe that's a good thing.

Maybe we can use him
to help us navigate or something.

He also figured out
how to kill the pilot.

Look, you told me
we could trust him.

You said that
we had a deal, Johns.

Now, you may have noticed
that chains don't work on this guy.

Now the only way
you people are truly safe

is if he believes
he's going free.

Let's just say
he stops believing...

You mean if he realizes
that we're going to royally fuck him over.

I want you to listen to me
for a second.

If we bring the cells up
at the last possible minute

when the wings are ready
and we're ready to launch...

He hasn't harmed any of us.
He hasn't even lied to us.

- Let's just stick to the deal, Johns.
- He's a killer.

And the law says
he has to do his bid.

There's nothing I can do about that.
You hear me?

You're dancing
on razor blades here.

I'm not gonna give him a chance
to grab another ship

or slash another pilot's throat.

Not on my watch.

Bad sign.

Shaking like that
in this heat.

I thought I said
no shivs... shivs.

This?

This is just a personal
grooming appliance.

Thanking you.

Looks like we're a few shy.

Power cells.

They're coming.

It's strange, not doing a run-up
on the main drive yet.

Unless...

Unless he told you
the particulars of my escape.

I got the quick and ugly version.

Now you're worried
about a repeat of history.

It has entered our minds.

I asked what you thought.

You scare me, Riddick.
That's what you want to hear, isn't it?

Now can I just
get back to work?

I've been meaning
to catch up with you alone,

unrestrained.

Do you think...

You think Johns is a do-right man?

You think I can trust him
to cut me loose?

Why? What did you hear?

Well, guess if it were trickeration,
he'd just "X" me out, huh?

He'd kill me.

Then again, I am worth
twice as much alive.

Oh, you didn't know that?

Your Johns ain't a cop.

He's got that nickel-slick badge...

...and that blue uniform...

...but he's just a merc.

And I'm just a payday.

That's why he won't kill me, see?

- The creed is greed.
- Don't waste my time.

We're not gonna turn on each other,
no matter how hard you try.

I don't know truly what's gonna happen
when the lights go out, Carolyn.

But I do know once the dying starts,

this little psycho-fuck family of ours
is gonna rip itself apart.

Ever wonder
why Johns shakes like that?

Ask him.

Ask why your crew pal had to scream
so painfully before he died.

So who are you, really?

You're not a cop, are you?

I never said I was a cop.

No, you didn't.

And you never said
you were a hype, either.

You have caffeine in the morning,
I have a little morphine. So what?

You got two mornings every day.
Wow, you were born lucky.

It's not a problem unless...

No, it becomes a problem
when you let Owens die like that.

We have enough drugs here
to knock out a fucking mule team.

Owens was already dead.

His brain just hadn't
caught on to the facts.

Is there anything else
I should know about you, Johns?

You know, I...

I'm letting you
roll the dice on our lives.

It is not unreasonable...

Do you feel that?
That's my first run-in with Riddick.

He went for the sweet spot
and missed.

They had to leave a piece
of the shiv in there, Carolyn,

and I can feel it
pressing against the cord.

So maybe the care and feeding
of my nerve endings is my business.

It's just that you could've done
something, and you didn't.

Yeah, well, look to thine
own ass first. Right, Carolyn?

Captain! Captain!

I'm not your fucking captain.

What are my eyes seeing?

If we need anything from the crash ship,
I suggest we kick on.

That sand cat's solar.

Where's Riddick?

Leave him.
He wouldn't wait for us.

Thought we'd lost you.

Johns!

Whoah!

Hey! Where are you going?

I'm just gonna get a couple things.
I'll only be a few minutes.

You wouldn't leave
without me, would you?

Shit.

How many are there?

Beautiful.

Allah.

People, just a suggestion.

Perhaps you should flee!

Let's go!

Come on, run!

Shit!

Come on!

Get in!

Get down!

No... no.

Stay there! Stay down, Shazza!
Just stay down.

Come back here!

Shazza, stay down!

Please, I really think
we should go inside.

We have to be inside
to be able to close the door.

Come on, let's go!
Go, go, go.

What is it, Riddick?
What is it now?

Like I said, it ain't me
you gotta worry about.

She should've stayed down.

If she only would have
stayed down, she'd be OK.

She wouldn't have died.

You remember the boneyard?

These just might be the fuckers

that killed every living thing
on this planet.

What are we gonna do now?

Are these the only lights
we have? Is this everything?

There's a cutting torch
on the floor here somewhere.

I just can't find it.

Quiet, please, everyone.

Why do they do that,
make that sound?

Perhaps it's the way they see
with sound reflecting back...

Could be a breach in the hull.
I don't know.

Come on, Johns.
You got the big gauge.

I'd rather piss glass.
Why don't you go fucking check?

I'm not staying here anymore.

Where you going?
Hey! Hey!

Paris! Paris!

Sit him down.

- You don't know what's out there.
- I know what's in here.

Hurry!

Now we're trapped in a much
smaller space. I hate this!

Extremely bad timing.

Just don't run.

Riddick?

Don't stop burning.

Take this.

- Take that.
- OK.

Hassan.
Where is Hassan?

Is it alive?

It's like the light
is scalding it.

It hurts them.
Light actually hurts them.

Is that Hassan?

We'll burn
a candle for him later.

Come on,
let's get out of here.

So we got one cutting torch,
we got two hand lights.

There's gotta be something
we can rip out of the crash ship.

Spirits.

Anything over 45 proof
burns rather well.

- How many bottles you got?
- I don't know. Maybe ten.

OK, Johns,
you got some flares.

- So, maybe we've got enough light.
- Enough for fucking what?

We stick to the plan.

We get the four cells back
to the skiff,

we're off this rock.

Look, I hate to ruin a beautiful theory
with an ugly fact,

but that sand cat is solar.
It won't run at night.

So we carry the cells.

We drag them,
whatever it takes.

You mean tonight, with all
those things still out there?

All right,
how long can this last?

A few hours? A day, tops?

I have the impression
from the model.

The two planets
were moving as one,

and there would be
a lasting darkness.

Mmm. These suns
gotta come up sometime.

And if these creatures are phobic
about light, then we just sit tight,

and we let the sun come up.

I'm sure somebody else said that
locked inside that coring room.

We need to think about everybody now,
especially the kid.

How scared will he be
in the dark?

Don't use him like that.

- Like what?
- As a smoke screen.

You deal with your own fear.

Why don't you shut
your fucking mouth for two seconds

and let me come up with a plan
that doesn't involve mass suicide.

I'm waiting.

- How much you weigh, Johns?
- What's it matter, Carolyn?

How much?

Around 79 kilos.

Cos you're 79 kilos
of gutless white meat.

That's why you can't think...

Is that fucking right?

Where are you going?

This solves nothing.

OK.

They're afraid of our light.

That means we don't have to be
so afraid of them.

And you are sure you can get us there,
even in the dark?

No, I can't.

But he can.

Stay close.

OK, wait. Wait!

Riddick.

Looks clear.

- You said "clear".
- I said it looks clear.

What's it look like now?

Looks clear.

I'll be running
about ten paces ahead.

I want light on my back,
but not my eyes.

And check your cuts.

These bad boys
know our blood now.

Are we actually
going to do this?

We stay together,
we keep the light burning.

That's all we gotta do
to live through this thing.

Are you ready, Johns?

Mmm.

Look, we're just
wasting light here.

You give him
the cells and the ship

and he'll leave you
all out there to die.

He'll leave all of you.

I don't get it, Johns.

What is so goddamn valuable
in your life

that you're worried
about losing?

Is there anything at all...

...besides your next spike?

Stay close.

Wait.

Jack!

Be careful!

Jack.

This can't be happening.
This can't be happening.

Paris, get back here!

Are you all right?

This can't be happening.
This can't be happening.

I was supposed
to die in France.

I never even saw France.

Well, it's good to see
you're OK.

Do I even wanna know?

Are we getting close?

Can we pick up the pace?

Wanna tell me
what the hell's going on?

We crossed our own tracks.

Why have we circled?
Are we lost?

Listen.

- Do you even know where we are?
- Listen!

Canyon ahead. I circled once
to buy some time to think.

I think we should go now.

Oh, I don't know about that.

That's death row up there.

Especially with the girl bleeding.

What?

What are you talking about?
She's not cut.

Not her.

Her.

You've gotta be kidding me.

I... I just thought it'd be better
if people took me for a guy.

- I thought they'd leave me alone...
- Jesus, Jack!

...instead of always
messing with me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Are you really bleeding?

You could've left me at the ship, Fry.
That's why I didn't say anything sooner.

They've been nose-open for her
ever since we left.

In case you haven't noticed,
they go off blood.

Look, this is not gonna work.

We're gonna have to go back.

What'd you say?

You're the one who got us
out here in the first place.

I was wrong. I admit it.

OK, can we just get back
to the ship?

I don't know, Carolyn.
Nice breeze, wide-open space.

I'm starting to enjoy
my fucking self out here.

What, are you high again?
Just listen to yourself, Johns.

No, no, you're right, Carolyn.
What's to be afraid of?

My life is a steaming pile
of meaningless shit anyhow,

so I say mush on.

The canyon's only
a couple hundred meters,

and after that it's skiff city.

So why don't you butch up, stuff a cork
in this fucking kid and let's go.

She is the captain.
We should listen to her.

Listen to her?

When she was so willing
to sacrifice us all.

- What's he talking about?
- This does not help us.

During the crash, she tried to blow
the whole passenger cabin,

- tried to kill us in our sleep.
- Shut your mouth.

We are fucking disposable.
We're just walking ghosts to you.

Shut your fucking blowhole!

Fine. Fine!

You've made your point.

We'll all be scared.

Oh, Carolyn, how much
do you weigh now?

The verdict's in.
The light moves forward.

Ain't all of us gonna make it.

Just realize that?

Six of us left.

If we can make it through the canyon
and lose just one,

- that'd be quite a feat, huh?
- Not if I'm the one.

What if you're one of five?

I'm listening.

What are they doing up there?

They're talking about the canyon,
I suppose. How to get us through.

Battlefield doctors decide
who lives and dies,

it's called triage.

You kept calling it murder
when I did it.

Either way, I figure it's something
you can grab onto.

Sacrifice play.

Hack up a body, leave it
at the start of the canyon

like a bucket of bait.

Trawl with it.
We got extra cable on the sled.

We drag the body
40, 50 feet behind us.

Nice embellishment.

Well, I don't wanna feed 'em.
I just wanna keep 'em off our scent.

- So, which one caught your eye?
- No, no, don't look.

Christ. What the hell's
wrong with you?

Imam, slow down.

Just a little more space
between us and them.

All right,
enough of this shit.

You do the girl, and I'll keep
the others off your back.

It's not too big a job
for you, is it?

I'm just wondering if we don't need
a bigger piece of bait.

Like who?

Leave the sled!
Let's move!

Let's go! Let's go!

One rule.

Stay in the light.

Remember that moment.

You should've never
taken the chains off, Johns.

You were one brave fuck before.

You were Billy Badass.

The chains.

The gauge.

The badge.

I told you to ghost me.

Back to the ship, huh?

Just huddle together
until the lights burn out.

- Get away from us.
- Till you can't see what's eating you.

- That the big plan?
- Where's Johns?

Which half?

We're gonna lose
everybody out here.

We should've stayed
at the ship.

He died fast.

If we have any choice about it,
that's the way we should all go out.

Don't you cry for Johns.

Don't you dare.

Blind spot.

Shall we pray together?

I have already prayed
with the others.

It is painless.

It's pointless.

Because you
do not believe in God

does not mean
God does not believe in you.

Think someone can spend
half of their life in a slam

with a horse bit in their mouth
and not believe?

Think he could start out
in some liquor store trash bin

with an umbilical cord
wrapped around his neck

and not believe?

You got it all wrong,
holy man.

I absolutely believe in God.

And I absolutely hate the fucker.

He is with us, nonetheless.

Two of your boys
are already dead.

How much faith
do you have left, Father?

I only see one way.

That way.
It's the only way off this rock.

Just keep the girl
between you.

What about the cells?

I'll take those.

- Move.
- Are you sure you can keep up?

Move!

Do not look up!

Do not look up!

They're killing each other.

Move! Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Riddick! Wait!

Riddick!

Get off her!

Get off her!

It's OK.

He did not know
who he was fucking with.

- Get up.
- Pull him up.

Come on.
Pull him up.

- Stand up.
- Get up. Come on.

Oh, no.

So, where the hell's
your God now?

Riddick!

Are we close?

Just tell me that the settlement
is right there.

We can't make it.

Hide here! Now!

Why is he still out there?

He's not coming back, is he?

That's the last I could find.

Strong survival instinct.

I admire that in a woman.

I promised them that we would go back
with more light.

Did you?

Hmm.

What, are you afraid?

Me, afraid?

Come on, Riddick.

There's gotta be some part of you
that wants to rejoin the human race.

Truthfully, I wouldn't know how.

Well, then just give me
more light for them.

- I'll go back by myself.
- OK.

There you go.

Please just come with me.

I got a better idea.

Come with me.

You're fucking with me,
I know you are.

You know I am?

You don't know
anything about me.

I will leave you here.

Step inside.

I can't.

- Sure you can.
- I can't.

Here, I'll make it easy
on you.

Take my hand.

Come on.

Come on.

Look, no one's gonna blame you.
Save yourself, Carolyn.

I...

Come on.

Come on.

That's it. That's it.

Good girl.

Now you... you listen to me!

I am the captain of this ship

and I am not leaving
anyone on this rock

with those fucking things,
even if it means...

- Get that thing off my neck.
- Shut up!

You'd die for them?

I would try for them.

You didn't answer me.

Yes, I would, Riddick.

I would.

I would die for them.

How interesting.

Never had a doubt.

Anyone not ready for this?

There is my God, Mr. Riddick.

Don't stop. Don't stop!

Come on! Move! Move!

You know the way!

On board!
Come on! Get on.

Carolyn.

Come.

Now.

Wait.

Riddick.

Riddick.

OK, hold onto me.
Hold onto me.

We're gonna get out of here.

I got you. Come on.

Come on, Riddick!
Get up! Get up!

Get up!

I said I'd die for them,
not you.

Let's move.
Come on. Come on.

All right.

Not for me.

Not for me!

With so much prayer
to make up for,

I scarcely know
where to begin.

I know where I'd start.

Riddick, what are you doing?

Can we just get the hell
out of here now?

We can't leave...

...without saying good night.

A lot of questions,
whoever we run into.

Could even be a merc ship.

So, what the hell
do we tell them about you?

Tell 'em Riddick's dead.

He died somewhere
on that planet.