All language subtitles for Screamers.1995.1080p.BluRay.x265-RAR

Okay, you sand-suckers, ante up.

Five.

Okay, I see your five.

Back in the slammer.

Man, those were my last smokes.

- Thank you.
- This game sucks.

This whole place sucks.

Lieutenant?

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

What the hell is he doing here?

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

How did he get this far?
- I'm gonna take him.

He's mine.

What're you waiting for?

- Something's not right.
- So what, who cares?

Pull the trigger.
- He's alone.

Here comes the cavalry.

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

I'm glad those things are on our side.

And our side's the good side, right?

Tell me again, the line
gets a little blurry.

We created 'em, we didn't
have any choice, man.

Without the screamers
we'd have lost the war.

Is the NEB still out there?

Yeah, but not in one piece.

Just the one, huh?

What the hell was he doin' out here?

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

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

What, you're gonna go out there?

Oh, yeah, that's a great plan.

It's probably some kind of a bomb.

You got a piano tied to your butt?

Open the goddamn door.

Check your tabs, sir.

You son of a bitch.

Who wrote this shit?

Mozart.

Don Giovanni.

Don Giovanni?

Don Giovanni, what the
hell do you want, Chuck?

Well, if you could
manage to tear your eyeball

away from that coin for
a second, I'd tell ya.

Happens to be the
portrait of a sphinx, Chuck.

It belonged to Augustus Caesar,

the first great emperor
of the civilized world.

Before it turned to shit.
- So, riddle me this, Caesar.

We haven't seen a NEB
soldier in six months.

So?

So, why does one solitary
grunt stumble into our yard,

get shredded by a screamer
tryin' to hand-deliver this?

Priority seven, that's you and me.

And God, if he's still paying attention.

I doubt it.

What is it, a trick?

I couldn't get the top off, either.

No, don't do that.

- Scared you, didn't I?
- Yeah.

Oh, Jesus!

"From Marshall Richard Cooper,

"Fifth NEB Army Forward Command,

"to Joseph Hendricksson,
matters of extreme urgency.

"Demand immediate imperative
peace negotiation.

"Request two officers, highest priority.

"Safe passage guaranteed.

"We await your arrival ASAP."

Peace negotiation.

Sounds like
they're pretty desperate.

Are they kidding?

I mean, this could be
what we've been waitin' for.

And what've we been waiting for, Chuck?

The end, Joe, the end of the war.

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

McDonald, are you there?
- Yes, sir.

I want the following message
transmitted to San Francisco,

and request for an immediate reply.

Standing by, sir.

I've received first
visual, verbal contact

from NEB army in six months.

They wish to open peace
negotiations, please advise.

Got it?
- Right away, sir.

- Send it, yeah?
- Sir?

We picked up a message on
the emergency bandwidth, a

commercial transport, they're
requesting permission to land.

Commercial transport?

We're five million miles
off the shipping lanes.

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

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

Well, find out, McDonald!

No clearance, no landing, thank you.

- Joe?
- Yeah.

What do you make of this?

Looks like a map of
their forward command post.

- Look at the detail.
- Yeah.

It's gotta be legit, they're
layin' themselves wide-open.

So, why the pony express?

Well, their com-sats
have been completely silent

for two weeks, our monitors indicate

they don't even have internal radio.

Yeah, but why just one
guy, why not a patrol?

I don't have a clue.

Commander,
Secretary Green should be here

any minute.
- Thank you, McDonald.

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

Alliance HQ has been
keeping it classified.

Wrapped up tight.

The NEB Corporation board
has approached us here

requesting an armistice.

Joe, Chuck.

We could actually end this war.

Reserves of berynium have
been found on Triton 4.

After extensive testing, there's
been absolutely no evidence

of radiation or radioactivity.

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

that would also renew contracts
with the New Economic Block

to mine the berynium on Triton 4.

You'll have to excuse me for
overstating the obvious, Joe,

but these negotiations are
extremely delicate and we can't

afford to do anything that
could upset the apple cart.

Do anything that could
upset the apple cart.

- McDonald, fix it.
- Sorry, sir.

Could upset the apple cart.

Apple cart, apple cart.

The radiation dust storm's
interfering with the downlink.

Hell, give me the damn thing.

Goddamn morse code was better

than this virtual reality shit.

Better yet, smoke signals.

I'm sure you can see why
it is imperative to make

no contact with NEB Forward
Command on Sirius 6B.

I'm sure I don't have to
worry about you doing anything

that would jeopardize our chances now.

- Peace, can you believe it?
- The NEBs are businessmen.

They're not gonna ask for a ceasefire,

unless it's in their interest,
and now they've discovered

berynium on Triton 4,
it's in their interest.

Thank God for Green.

I have faith in Green, he's a good man.

If it wasn't for him,
the NEBs and the Alliance

would've started a shooting
war on Earth long ago.

Well, a shooting war on Earth
might've done 'em some good.

Hell, we could've ended this
war up here a long time ago if

some of those assholes on
Earth rolled around in the mud

and the ash a little bit.

Which assholes?

NEBs and us.

- Well, we were all NEBs once.
- Exactly.

I just wanna go home.

What's the first thing you're
gonna do, where you gonna go?

I've got no plans for the
future, here or anyplace else.

You've got a lot to
look forward to, Joe.

Income tax.

You gonna look her
up when you get back, Joe?

- What for?
- You tell me.

Well, what the hell for?

She couldn't take it and
I don't blame her and

she's married and moved on.

I'm still here.

Not for long.

You still think about her?

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

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

The funny thing is, I can't
remember what she looked like.

- Liar.
- Attention, all personnel.

Warning, radiation alert,
please light your reds.

Oh, I left mine in
the office, you got one?

Must've been a brave man.
- Who?

That NEB soldier.

Alert, all
personnel to stations immediately.

Let's get moving, these
people don't have any tabs!

I want more CO2 over there!

Take 10 people and set
up a protective barrier!

Move it!

These people aren't civilians!

No sir, it looks like
a troop transport, all ours.

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

- Hey, hey, help me out!
- Then what the hell is that?

Max, let's get a torch in here!

- Get me outta here, man!
- Gonna cut you outta here.

Just hang on, Lyndoska!

Okay, okay.

"Sirius 6B Transportation?"

We got no goddamn transportation
service on this planet!

What the hell is that?

This is asinine, Chuck, what is this?

Look at this, what is this?
- Joe, look at this.

It's a damn bomb factory.

Holy shit.

Nuclear reactor.

Been a long time since
we seen one of these.

What's happening here?

Come on!

Careful, are you all right?

Calm down, calm down, I'm all right!

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

Let's go, let's go,
this guy's naked here!

- Hold on a second!
- Hey, hey.

- Just one second!
- Come back here!

I'm outta here.

You wanted to see me, Commander?

Yeah.

At ease, we're informal around here.

That'll be all, Rodgers, thank you.

How you doin'?

Good, I'm gonna have one
mother of a scar on my arm.

You go outside without a tab on,

you won't have much arm left on your arm.

What's your name?
- Private Michael Jefferson.

Gunnery specialist weapons
certificate on all six levels.

First class.

Level six, huh?

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

If you can load a bullet
into it, I can shoot it.

At gunnery school,
everybody called me Ace.

Everybody here calls me sir.

Sir.

I beg your pardon, sir, what are they?

It's a sword, Jefferson, take a look.

We call it a Screamer, it was
developed for us by Alliance

on Earth to neutralize the
war on the ground here.

How do you know it's dead?

'Cause I yanked its brain out.

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

I thought you said it was dead?

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

That's good, they get
their heads chopped off,

but can still swing a sword, pretty smart.

Maybe too smart.

This one seems to have modified itself.

Sir, where's everybody else?

The other guys who were with me?

How many men onboard that craft?

38, including me.

Well, now there's one, including you.

Those guys...

I didn't even know 'em really,
just a bunch of jarheads.

Couldn't even talk to 'em.

Jefferson?

Sir.

What in the hell are you doin' here?

There was a nuclear
reactor aboard that shuttle,

programmed for weapons manufacturing.

I wasn't aware of that.

The shuttle identified
itself as a civilian transport.

What?

Where were you bound?

Triton 4.

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

with a nuclear reactor and
a cargo full of weapons?

To invade, attack and
extinguish the enemy.

What enemy?

The New Economic Block, sir, the NEBs.

You were gonna attack
the NEBs on Triton 4?

Yes.

But we're just a task force,
there's 4,000 Alliance Army

regulars on their way
to Triton 4 right now.

Berynium has been discovered there.

We're aware of that, Jefferson.

Secretary Green informed
us about the non-radioact...

Secretary Green?

Yes, that's right, Secretary Green.

Excuse me, sir, Secretary Green is gone.

He's been gone for almost two years.

We got a VR communique from
Secretary Green yesterday.

Begging your pardon, sir,
I don't know what you saw,

or what was said to you, but
Secretary Green was arrested,

and eliminated by the Alliance command.

Two years ago.

Dismissed.

Sir, I enlisted to fight on Triton 4...

Dismissed, Jefferson.

Sir, the NEBs have been running the...

Get out of here!

What are we doing?

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

We don't know it's truth about
Green, I mean we just saw...

We saw bullshit is what we saw.

You know as well as I do they can send us

anything they want, hell, they
could make a goddamn hologram

out of a dog and pony show.

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

Oh, get your head outta the lilacs, man.

What do you expect me to believe here?

That we're being dumped, just like that?

The 20 years of death in a
stand against the horror up

here's turned into a
fucking galactic gold rush?

Why do they keep sending us provisions?

I mean, what do you think?

They're waitin' for us to
grow old and die up here,

so they can carry on runnin' the Universe?

- Yes?
- Well, fuck you!

I don't buy it!
- Oh, wake up, man!

We are betrayed here,
brother, we are beached!

We are stuck, you heard that kid!

Green's been shit-canned and this whole

goddamn place is a lie!

I mean, they just can't
cut us off up here,

because too many families on
Earth would raise hell about it

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

'Cause if we sound off about this,

nobody's gonna fight
their fuckin' war for 'em!

So they're just gonna let us
roll on and on and on up here.

Until we're dead and we ain't
ever gettin' off here, Chuck.

And I'll tell you somethin' else.

Marshall Richard Cooper and
his NEB Command knows it,

goddamn well too, and that's
why he sent us a goddamn map!

And your single solitary NEB grunt

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

They know it's pointless now!

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

Alliance wants a goddamn shooting war,

well, we've had ours already.

We'll make our own
goddamn peace right here.

Joe.

NEB said they wanted two men.

Well, somebody's gotta stay here, Chuck,

in case any more of those
assholes fall out of the sky.

I'm gonna take Johnny Gung-Ho with me.

- What, that kid?
- Yeah, that kid.

If he wants to get his ass shot, let him.

I'm not risking anymore of our men.

Now, this is your tab.

From now on, it won't
work for anybody but you.

That makes me feel a whole lot better.

Screamers only attack living things.

They read your pulse rate.

Your tab broadcasts your
heartbeat one step out of phase.

Flat-lining ya.

In theory, it works perfectly.
- In theory?

Radioactivity corrodes the terminals.

So what do we do then?

We thank god you've got
a level six gunnery rating.

You know, I was remembering
that day up in Point Reyes.

That bar there, that bartender who had...

That monkey, yeah, I remember.

Yeah, the beach,
sat there the whole damn day

drinking beer, looking out
at those humpbacks blowing.

You watched the whales, Joe,
I was watchin' other things.

True.

I think we should go back there.

I'd like to see that again.

What, girls volleyball?

Yeah.

Hey, Joe.

I'll see you soon, huh?

On that day.

Jefferson, are you comin'
or are you breathin' hard?

Good luck.

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Alright ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ A perfect ending to
a picture-perfect day ♪

♪ Ain't no problem, man,
'cause everything's okay ♪

♪ Why should I worry
when I'm going nowhere ♪

♪ I just cop an attitude
and frankly I won't care ♪

♪ All I know is what I need to get by ♪

♪ No complication, ain't no fish to fry ♪

♪ Slow and steady been
my secret all along ♪

♪ It just takes a little
buzz to keep me, keep me on ♪

Cicero, this is Libby
for radio check, over.

Come in, Cicero
- This is Cicero.

Reading you loud and clear.
- Yeah, Chuck.

Look, the next transmission
will be 3300 hours.

There'll be one about
four hours after that.

Every four hours and if I
miss one, don't sweat it.

If I miss two then, I don't
know, don't come lookin' for me,

just move into the office,
change the music and carry on.

I'll take the office,
Joe, but that Don Giovanni

opera stuff won't survive
the next garage sale, over.

Roger, copy.

♪ 'Cause everybody knows ♪

♪ You can shake the hard love's illusion ♪

♪ Let me tell you, hey,
I wanna hear you say ♪

♪ I don't wanna go there,
that's nowhere at all ♪

♪ My life's amazing and
the fun just never ends ♪

♪ I guess that explains this
fascinating mess I'm in ♪

The air's terrible out here.

It ain't the air, it's what's in it.

- What, radiation?
- That's right.

And this is the only thing
that neutralizes it, here.

It's an anti-radiation red.

That's what poisoned it?

That, Private Jefferson,
used to be the most profitable,

sophisticated and wonderful
enterprise in the Galaxy.

It produced berynium.

The great answer to the
world's energy question.

A spoonful of berynium could
take you from Earth to Saturn

in a day.

Then those mines started
puking up radiation,

cubic tons of it.

We thought we'd discovered gold.

We discovered shit.

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

just to neutralize the shit in your lungs.

Here.

How do you know it's working?

If you don't die.

Oh my god, what happened here?

- Blasts.
- Blasts?

- NEB disc bombers.
- They nuked the civilians?

Civilians were just on the same planet.

The bombs were aimed at us.
- Us?

Jefferson, you just
don't have a damn clue

about what brought you here, do you?

I mean, you'd just pick up
that carbine and go fight for

whatever son of a bitch
convinced you you were right.

- Someone convinced you.
- No, not someone, Jefferson.

Something convinced me.

Beg your pardon, sir.

The Alliance was formed to support you.

That's right.

You're right, Jefferson.

And it divided my country and my world.

So, as much as you're just
dying to get your ass shot off

by some NEB soldier, we're
gonna walk over here,

and make peace with
these people, you and me.

Yeah, we're gonna rip you
off with that experience.

Look at this place.

I came up here 20 years ago
to this place to take berynium

out of the ground for
the New Economic Block.

Hell, we were all NEBs then.

The miners and scientists
found radiation coming out of

the ground and refused to work
it and shut down the mines.

The NEB Corporation threatened
armed force to reopen,

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

And then they they started to
rain everything down on us.

Nuclear disc bombs, chain
bombs, bacteria crystals.

We were decimated, civilian
survivors were evacuated,

then we held up in a bunker
and been there ever since.

How'd you fight back?

We reinvented man's first
modern weapon, Jefferson.

The sword?

The autonomous mobile sword.

That's right, the screamer.

Save it.

Save it.

Hey, sir, that rat?

They don't eat them, do they?

Well, not sure exactly.

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

Rotting meat gives off
methane gas, gas is fuel.

Hell, I don't know.

Maybe eyeball jelly makes handy blade wax.

Well, are they machines,
or are they like alive?

'Cause, the part
I still don't understand...

I don't have
the answers, Jefferson.

You can ask me all the questions you want.

Just, okay, where are they coming from?

Underground, the first
design was sent to us

from an Alliance development
team on Earth five years ago.

It's all automated now.

You've never been down there?

No, no one's been down there

since they pushed the first
button and ran like hell.

They make themselves now.

- How?
- No one knows.

No one knows?

You mean they're down there,
breeding like rabbits,

and no one knows?

Jefferson, what am I speaking, Swahili?

That's exactly what I mean.

Hit the dirt!

Come out of there!

Come out of there!

Come forward.

Stop.
- Can I come with you?

Oh my god.

Jefferson, cover me.
- Go.

Jefferson.

It's all right.

It's okay, it's okay.

What've you got there?

Huh?

Let me see.

Yeah, that's a good guy.

No, you keep him.

That's your friend.

Where do you live?

In there?

Yes.

In the ruins?

How many are you, how many people?

You're not by yourself, are you?

How do you survive?
- Food.

Food, what kind of food?

Different.

How do you keep away from the screamers?

Screamers?

The blades in
the ground that kill.

I hide.

Can I come with you?

No, you stay here.

Jefferson, give me a macro-ration.

We'll give you something
to eat, and you stay here.

We'll come back for you, okay?

Two or three days, we'll find you.

Here, you take this.

You tear this, you eat it.

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

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

You take care of this guy, okay?

Sir, sir, we
can't just leave him here.

- I said no, Jefferson.
- Sir, he's just a kid.

He'll never survive, I don't
know how he made it this far.

- Jefferson, what am I saying?
- Can I come with you?

What's your name?

David.

David Edward Dearing.
- David Edward Dearing.

Where's your mom and dad?
- They died.

- They're dead?
- In the blasts.

Hell, that was three or four,

you've been alone here for four years?

Everything seems to be okay out there.

Uh, what, this is safe,
makin' a fire like this?

We wanna let 'em know
we're comin', Jefferson.

Oh.

The fire keeps the rats away.

- Rats, huh?
- Yeah.

You know, I had this friend,
he used to eat 'em, rats.

And, sir, you'll appreciate this.

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

that makes 'em stick to the pan.

What you wanna do is, you
get the pan really hot,

then put your oil in cold,
that's when you add your rats.

Don't crowd the pan
though, 'cause it sucks

the heat right out of the oil.

And you gotta keep
flipping 'em, or they burn.

You don't wanna go there, my
friend, I swear, he said if...

Jefferson.

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

Give me that rock there, boy.
- Libby, this is Cicero, over.

Yeah, Cicero, this is Libby calling.

Come in, Cicero.

Libby, this is
Cicero, how is it out there?

Well it's cold, Chuck, we're
at 14 degrees north latitude,

and we expect to reach
the NEB Command in about,

oh, four hours.

Hello?

Chuck?
- We got a new arrival.

Came in yesterday, nothin' to worry about.

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

If you copy this, get the next
transmission at 0000 hours.

This is Libby, over.

He seems a little
strange, but it's okay.

- Chuck.
- Over.

Ah, holy Christ!

What, what, what?

If you're gonna be a rock, be a rock!

Don't be a bug.

Oh, don't do that to me,
man, I nearly pissed my pants!

Sir.

Things ain't what they used to be.

What's your name, Mr. Bear?

When I was little, I had
a bear just like you.

Yes, I did.

Jefferson.

Jefferson!

Didn't you hear it?

No.

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

Hey, hey, hey, you know
how much they cost me?

They cost you your
ass is what they cost ya!

Keep that on your wrist!

I thought it'd still
work if it was next to you.

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

Hell, I'm already draggin'
one kid around here.

What I gotta do, tie your shoes for ya?

Well, your tab was on,
it was going for you!

What in god's name is this?

I've never seen this.

Looks like an animal.

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

Maybe it's a NEB one,
did ya ever think of that?

Jefferson.

Relent.

Pack up, we're getting outta
here, take your bear with ya.

Where are we going?

A long way for you, kid.

You soap 'em,
the socks, that's right.

You lather 'em up the night before.

The water dries out, but
the soap, it stays in.

So what you've got is soap
against skin against a sock...

Jefferson, you
got a dimmer switch?

And if you put
a teddy bear like yours

in a microwave, nothing will happen.

But a frog, especially
if it's wet,...

Shut up.

Jefferson!

It's a goddamn screamer.

It wanted to try to kill us.

Goddamn thing can see us and touch us!

Doesn't need a signal to say
whether we're dead or alive.

It can talk.

He's a fucking toaster.

That's right.

Pinocchio's not a real little boy.

So why didn't it try to kill us?

- It was tagging you.
- Tagging?

Yeah, they're smarter now.

That's how they get into
our bunkers, they tag along.

Who can resist a snot-nosed
kid with a hard-luck story, eh?

Once it gets inside, that's
when the killin' starts.

Oh, but you knew that already,
you brought him in here.

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

Well now you better find a
good reason for being here.

We were invited here.

We got a request for a peace negotiation.

From a Marshall Richard
Cooper, NEB Headquarters.

You wanna negotiate?

We ain't gonna do it here.

Wait, wait, wait, what's goin' on here?

You're taking them back into the bunker?

Got somethin' better to do today?

Sir, do you trust these guys?

No.

What're you doing?

Calling the office.

Problem?

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

Libby, this is
Cicero, how is it out there?

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

Chuck, you copy?

Libby, I can't
hear you real well.

It's a kid, Chuck, it's a little boy.

Don't let it into the bunker if you copy...

I can't...

Repeat, don't let it
into the bunker, over.

There's too much interference.

Holy...

That kid.

He was like a person.

He was talkin', man,
how'd he know what to say?

You think Santa Claus comes down here

and makes us his little elves?

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

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

One of those pouncers tagged my patrol.

Yeah, we felt sorry for the
kid, we took him into the bunker

but ain't nobody got out.

Except you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, you figure it out.

Well, you're the one that built 'em.

You're the one that brought 'em here!

You're damn right,
but only after you guys

started throwin' the bombs around.

Yeah, well you made them
hungry, so now they don't

give a shit what uniform
is coverin' your ass.

And neither do I.
- Slow down, soldier.

And live a little.
- Pardon me, gentlemen.

But would you mind taking that outside?

Stray bullets are bad for the inventory.

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

I'm letting you stay here
under the kindness of my heart.

Becker.

So follow the ground rules.

First.

No gunplay inside.

Second, this is my place, and my stuff,

so nobody touches
anything, unless I offer.

Real Scotch, no synthetic shit.

No spitting.

Spare a cigarette?

Well, gentlemen.

Live it up.

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

Where'd you get 'em?

Plenty where this came from,
except I forgot to bring 'em.

You get the last one.

- Very generous of you.
- Think nothing of it.

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

Hasn't been a commissary or a PX

in this hell-hole for over two years.

Not since those blades started
rippin' the hell out of us.

You're a freelancer?

That's right, black market.

What're you gonna do,
report me, Commander?

Hendricksson, Joseph A, San Francisco.

Jessica Hanson,
Pittsburgh, how do you do?

A little
early in the day for that?

Yeah.

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

You know where I can find him?

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

What about your
communication satellites?

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

What do you mean by that?

What the hell is goin'
on around here anyway?

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

The hell we opened up?

Look sister, I don't wanna get
in a pissing contest with ya.

Just tell me the logistics
on your command bunker,

I'll get outta your way.

You wouldn't last ten
yards out here without me.

And I'll bet you this cigarette butt,

you're wasting your time.
- Have you been there?

Have you seen it?
- I didn't see it.

I heard 'em, hordes of them.

What hordes?

Children.

Davids.

I heard them screaming
into the bunker above us.

I heard the soldiers screaming.

And then it got very, very quiet.

Nothing.

Except the smell of death.

Still want a guided tour?

If Richard Cooper is
alive, I'm gonna find him.

I'll take you to Command,
we'll go underground.

But I want something in return.

- Speak.
- I want off this ashtray.

Where?

Earth.

How long do you think I'm
gonna last in here, cooped up

with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
waitin' for nothin' to happen?

Nobody's goin' to Earth,
the NEBs and Alliance

are starting Armageddon
all over again on Triton 4.

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

Including you and me.

Good Lord, you're beautiful.

I can take you back to
the Alliance bunker.

It's the best I can offer.

Right now anyway.
- Deal.

Goin' somewhere, Jessica?

Yeah, she's taking me to NEB Command,

and I'm taking her to Alliance.

Cosy.

And then what?

Become a prisoner of war?

Stay at Alliance, you can
relocate anywhere in the

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

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

That's wonderful.

You're crazy, you don't
know what's down there!

Afraid of the dark, Ross?

Just get off my back.

Sir, look at this.

It's one of ours, she's got everything.

And I found something else.

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

- A what?
- A plutonium rocket.

Plutonium?

Jefferson, what've I been
doing the last 24 hours,

blowin' smoke out of my ass?

This is why all this shit's
goin' on, we haven't used nukes

in this war yet and we're
not gonna use them now.

So leave it.

Okay, let's get on the good foot.

Anybody who's comin', come on.

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

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

Oh, that's real good, Becker.

I never knew they put
Shakespeare in comic books.

Ain't it sharp enough yet?

It's never sharp enough.

So give a listen, people,
I'm not sure whether these tabs

are worth a damn anymore,
but just in case they are,

stay within two feet of me and Jefferson.

We'll give it a whirl, let's go.

This leads to the maintenance tunnel

underneath the command bunker.

I ain't goin' in there.

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

of a few itty-bitty mice.

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

Just get off my back.

Is that all you know how to
say, "get off my back, man?"

You gotta expand your vocabulary, Ross.

Look, just knock it off,
alright, just get off my back!

We're almost there.

This is the command center.

This is the ground level.

What the hell is this?

It's exactly what you think it is.

I knew it!

We're all gonna die!

Jefferson, if that man
moves, I mean if he so much

as makes a sound or farts, shoot him.

Shut up.

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

The ComSat stabilizers are all frozen.

This one's free.

Uplink attempt initiated.

Sat-Tel downlink does not respond.

Please re-initiate.

Malfunction.

Sat-Tel downlink does not respond.

Jefferson.

Christ!

Well, way to go, Ross.

Can I come with you?

Jefferson.

Sir.

Get everybody out of here now.

- Sir?
- Do it!

Go, go.

Can I come with you?

Can I come with you?

Lock it!

We're not leaving without Hendricksson.

Oh, yes we are.

Can I come with you?

Can I come with you?

Jefferson!

- What?
- Cute, Jefferson.

Go, go, go!

Will it take them long
to get through this?

No, it won't.

Damn!

Thanks for waiting, Becker.

Yeah, next time.

Next time there won't be a next time.

That was really stupid, what
was so goddamn important

that you couldn't come
back with the rest of us?

What other type?

I pulled this off the
David, it said type three.

I pulled this off the
reptile, it said type one.

Now, what other type?

Can I come with you?

It's a...

It's a type two.

Good goin', genius, you
know how to count to three.

Just get off my back.

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

"Help me, help me."

There were only a few
reported a month ago.

And we haven't heard of 'em since.

We thought you'd discontinued them.

We've never seen 'em.

What're they supposed to look like?

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

Look in the mirror, Ross.

I'm warnin' you.

Just get off my back.

It keeps saying the same
thing over and over.

'Cause it can't find
anything smarter to say.

Just get off my...

Exactly.

He's one of them.

It's a machine.

Type two.

He kept repeating himself.

You heard him.

And what about the scotch?

You saw, he didn't take a sip.

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

We offered, but he refused.

That's blood.

Bullshit.

Bullshit?

Take a look.

You know what I see?

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

That's what I see.

What're you lookin' at?

That wasn't very human of you, Becker.

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

You think I'm one of them?

Well, hey, then you'd better kill me, too.

See if I've got any switches inside.

Come on, be on the safe side.

Do it!

Man, I'm outta here.

Anybody who's comin', come on.

Cicero, this is Libby.

Come in, Cicero, over.

Cicero, this is Libby, come in, Cicero.

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

Not if he's smart.

Want me to say I'm sorry?

Well, I'm not.

It was a mistake.

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

You just got out of
basic training, didn't you?

It's pretty obvious you're a rookie.

You think you're the center of
the Universe, but you're not.

No, we're just insignificant
little specks, you and me.

We're not gonna change the world.

We're not gonna win the war.

And nobody's gonna care when we die.

"Which mainly signified that
you should snarl, and bite,

"and play the dog."

Not me.

Shakespeare?

Very good.

Cicero, this is Libby, come in, over.

Cicero, come in, over.

This goddamn radiation!

Come on, we've gotta get closer.

Come on down, over.

Well, I'm standing
right on top of ya.

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

Come out, over.
- Bad connection, Joe.

Come on down.
- No, you come out, Chuck.

I've got NEBs with me, come on out.

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

Come on down, over.

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

Come on down, Joe, over.

You come up, Chuck.

Chuck, that's an order, over.

Come on down, over.

Chuck?

Come on down, over.

Let me speak to Don Giovanni, over.

This is Don
Giovanni, come on down, over.

Don, this is your old pal
Wolfgang, how are you, buddy?

- I am fine, over.
- Well good, I'm fine, too.

We'll open the door, over.

I'm coming down right
now, Don, do you copy, over?

- Come down, over.
- I'm coming in, that's right.

Back up!

Get outta here!

Cover my two!

Go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Watch the flames!

Give me the nuke!
- What?

The mini-Pluto you stole out
of the bunker you little thief!

Give it to me!

- Loading!
- Watch your heads!

Hang on!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!
- Sir!

Help me, help!

- Sir!
- I'm okay, Jefferson!

What about you?
- Becker's down!

Help me!

He's wounded!

Becker!

- Help me!
- He's wounded.

- Help me.
- Becker?

Hold on, man, hold on.

Wounded.

Help me.

Jefferson, no!

Down.

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

No.

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

- Sir!
- Jefferson!

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

Jefferson!

Jefferson!

No!

I had no father, I am my own father.

I have no brother, I am my own brother.

And this word, love,

which old farts call blind,

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

I am my motherfucking self.

Alone.

Jefferson!

We're gonna die.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

But not today.

And not here.

Where will we go?

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

Home.

Earth.

There's an emergency escape
vehicle programmed by Alliance

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

I never believed the day would come.

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

ironically, for where they
developed the first atomic bomb.

Alamogordo.

I've never been there.

What're you talking about?

There's a way off this planet.

Type two?

Hell if I know.

I've never even seen this tag.

Never even seen this language.

Can I see it?

Yeah.

Oh, god.

Oh god, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Give it to me, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh no, I'm sorry.

I had to know, I had to know.

No!

Don't do that.

You don't need to.

That's the last one.

It's okay, it's okay.

According to this, we should be close.

Does that locator work
with your satellite system?

Yeah.

- Is it up there?
- Should be.

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

I can't go on anymore.

I don't wanna go on anymore.

Listen to me, I don't have anybody.

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

I don't even have that
kid Jefferson anymore.

I don't even have him, but
I have you, do you hear me?

I have you, and we're going home.

I'm taking you home.

When I took over command two years ago,

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

It only works for you?

We'll soon find out.

Then I'm with the right guy.

What do we do?

I have no idea, never
been here before in my life.

Let's try this chair.

What about this?

Elevator activated.

Countdown to launch commencing.

It's moving, come on, get on, get on!

Please clear launchpad.

Hang on, there's a crane
blocking the trajectory!

I'll be down!
- Okay.

Warning,
gantry crane obstruction.

Please clear launchpad.

Damn!

Gantry inoperable.

Circuit malfunction.

Launch sequence initiated.

Time to launch, 15 minutes.

Chuck.

Remember that bar at Point Reyes, Joe?

I guess you'll never see it again.

We all die alone, Joe.

Like the new look, Commander?

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

Actually, I kinda liked
the other face better.

Know who I got it from?

Marshall Richard Cooper.

Name ring a bell?

Know how we got it off him?

The same way we got the
face off your buddy Chuck.

We ripped it off.

He was screaming something
about God and Jesus.

Blah, blah, blah.

No!

You're in the wrong place.

So I took his face.

He didn't have much use for it anyway.

But you know what, I
like your face better.

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

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

Obstruction cleared.

Prelaunch proceeding.

Go down, down to hell,
and say that I sent you.

"I came into the world
with my legs forward,

"and the woman cried."

Are you all
right, are you okay?

Fine.

Let's go.

Um...

Prelaunch sequence complete.

Joe...

- Damn.
- One seat.

One life support system.

- Get in.
- You've gotta go.

We've got eight minutes
for you to get in this thing

and get outta here, now get in.

You're the only one
that knows how to fly it.

It'll fly by itself, you
just get in it, you program...

Oh, shit.

All right, I'll flip you for it.

Call it, heads or sphinx.

Rome, Egypt.

I'll flip it, you call it.

- No.
- Call it.

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

It doesn't matter, you're going.

Now go.

Go.

I can't.

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

Stray bullets are bad for the inventory.

Jessica Hansen, Pittsburgh, how do you do?

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

We can fuck.

I wanted to tell you, I did.

Not so fast.

Two minutes
to launch, two minutes.

- Hey, bitch!
- Warning.

Prelaunch burn commencing.

Please clear.

Prelaunch burn complete.

90 seconds to launch.

I didn't want to...

Go back with you.

I was afraid.

I know.

You were afraid of what you would do.

I know.

Well, you're comin' up in the world.

You've learned how to kill each other now.

I learned something else, too.

I learned to...

Love.

30 seconds to launch.

30 seconds.

This is Joseph
Hendricksson onboard EEV,

designated T for tango, three, over.

This is Alliance,
San Francisco, over.

On a prelaunch,
T-minus 30 seconds.

Requesting emergency
clearance for Earth, over.

Tango 13
cleared for Earth, over.