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This is all the medicine
I could find.

I'm sorry.

The gods took your
father in the night.

No.

No!

As long
as we stay here,

there will never be
enough to eat.

Never.

There may be other
places we could live.

Places where the food
is more plentiful.

All it would take is
for one of the demons

to follow you back
from the forbidden land,

and 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!

The stories are true.

The gods used to
live in this world.

They watched over
and protected man,

but man grew
selfish and cruel.

So the gods left,

allowing the demons
to descend from the sky.

As survivors, we must
dedicate our lives

to pleasing the gods

so that 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.

You don't think
I can handle myself

out there as well
as a man?

No, I don't.
You arrogant greener.

I think 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 better not let anything
happen to you out there.

Easy.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

Easy!

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

Not a lot of meat
on that dragon.

I see you have been
fortunate in the hunt.

I hope you thanked the gods.

Looks like
a nonbeliever.

I believe what I can see.

Ah, 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.

Ah! Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh!

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute,
we were hunting.

We have no time
to show you gods

because we have no food.

We need food, we must hunt.

Nonbeliever.

Wait.

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.

When the gods
left this world,

they ordered man
not to look at them.

Those that disobeyed
were frozen in place

for all of eternity.

When the gods lived here,

they could fly
through the air.

They'd drive in chariots

in front of special caves
with golden arches.

Golden. And the food
would magically appear.

When the sun goes down,
you can see the rest of the gods

in the night sky.

They're the bright
lights up there

watching down on us.

No, no. Come, come.

The evil beasts
hunt in the dark.

We need to find
shelter now.

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.

Always looking
for something better.

Something out there.

Maybe she was right.

Mm-hm.

God stone.

Sharp.

No, you... You keep it.
You keep it.

Where we're from,

a good woman
is a hard thing 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, huh?

No... No!

Forget about me.
Get the hell out!

I can't move!

No!

Oh, heavenly gods.

Don't breathe the air!

It's poison!

My chest is on fire.

It helps you breathe.

Take it.

I can't...

Take it!

Get off my brother.

What's he saying?
Don't know.

Who is responsible for
allowing this man-animal

to run around unsupervised?

He's the man-animal who
shot the wrangler, sir.

I'm a little pressed
for time.

Why don't you save the
going-away jokes for later?

No joke, sir, I swear.

The man-animal somehow
got ahold of his gun.

Really?

Show me.

Reach for the gun.

But, sir, I might get shot.

Sure you might, and I might
suddenly grow a third arm.

I swear it shot the wrangler.

Any report filed today
still has my name on it

and you are out
of your skull bone

if you think that I am going
to 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.

If you don't,
there's a certainty you will.

Reach for the gun.

Well, I'll be damned.

Hm.

Kerbango!

The best security chief
this planet ever had is leaving.

The least I can do is buy him
a kerbango on the house.

Of course, I'm sure our little
agreement is still in effect.

Now that you're leaving, that
unfortunate little incident

won't somehow magically appear
in my file?

Of course not.
I'm a Psychlo of my word.

Because I've always told you

everything I've overheard
in here, right?

And your information has often
proved to be quite useful.

You know how they overreact
back at home planet.

Yes.

I don't know what I'd do
if they found out.

You'd better start
figuring it out.

You just said
it won't appear in my file.

I said it won't
magically appear.

There'll be nothing
magical about it.

I'm going to put it there.

Hey!

What about you being a Psychlo
of your word?

I am a Psychlo of my word.

And I will honor our agreement
to the letter.

As long as you were providing me
with useful information

I wouldn't file the report.

But now that I'm leaving this
pitiful excuse for a planet,

you will no longer
be providing me

with useful information,
will you?

I'm begging you. My son just
got accepted into the academy.

First one ever in my family.

You know how much it costs.

Please. As a friend.

Couldn't you forget
to file the report?

Well...

As a friend, I could forget
to file the report,

but unfortunately,
I'm not your friend!

Fool!

Teleportation sequence
activated.

Teleportation sequence
activated.

It is a pleasure to see you,
Your Excellency,

and I would be honored
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 has got to be
one of the ugliest crap holes

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.

And the human animals,
grossly undersized.

They don't make
very good eating,

Your Excellency.
Ah, yes.

My executive assistant, Ker.

Thank you.
He has been 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 favor.

Let's exterminate
the lot of them.

Oh, you're too much.

So they tell me.

Please, come this way.

Our spy satellites
recorded those images.

What is this species?

Well, according to
the Clinklo 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 the man-animals.

For some reason,
they weren't as useful

when it came to manual labor.

Ah.

I am honored by your visit,

Your Excellency.

Well, thank you, planetship.

You'll be
pleased to know

that I've approved
additional labor resources.

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

Thank you, Your Excellency.

Now, 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.

Very admirable.
And, I must say,

you've done
a first-rate job here

as interim security chief.

Hear, hear.

I do what I can.

Which is why we have
decided to keep you on

for another tour of service.

There must be some mistake.

Oh, home office
does not make mistakes.

Of 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.

It's a joke.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I... I don't know

if I could've kept my sanity

to be here another five cycles.

We decided to keep you here
for another 50 cycles.

With endless options
for renewal.

Those options, of course,

being at home office's
discretion, not yours.

The senator...

has a lot of friends.

Would 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 vaporized
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'll be a step up
from this place.

You haven't left for Psychlo.

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.

Ah-ha.

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.

I want some.

Okay. 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 of them.

That's how it used to work.

Greener,
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.

Enough!

We fight,
it's to the death.

Better say your prayers
to the gods.

We have enough problems

without killing
each other over food.

From now on,

we eat at the same time.

Sir.

I was wondering when you
were gonna 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 to me,

at least have the decency
to do a credible job

so I don't look
like a complete idiot

for having tried
to train you.

I'm not lying, sir.

I put the photo
in your box

as soon as it came in, sir.

You are pathetic.

You wouldn't last
one day at the academy,

and I saw you.

What?

You said we use
picto-cameras

to spy on other offices,

but under no circumstance

do we spy on our own office.

That's right.
We don't.

I do.

Start talking.

The photo's from last week's
recon drone.

It shows a rock slide
in the mountains.

It exposed a gold vein.

And you were waiting
for me to be transferred

so you could turn it in

and get all the credit
for yourself.

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 can get there

without his breath-gas
exploding.

There's no way
to mine the gold, sir.

But 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.

I would never hurt you, sir.

I'm unarmed.
You can't shoot me.

It's against regulations, sir.

I can make this up to you.

I promise. I swear.

Please, sir.

This...

You do not
have to shoot me, sir.

Shoot you?

My most trusted colleague?

Of course not.

We have work to do.
Come on.

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 authorizing
you to use

whatever means necessary
to prevent it.

Well, 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?

Man-animals
operating machinery?

Have you blown
a head gasket?

I will be the laughingstock
of the universe.

Which is why
you should have me

take a group of man-animals
with equipment

out to a remote area...

Better 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 vaporized.

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.

Get down!

Run! Run!

Okay, now,
pull his breath mask off.

Last time we didn't
even stop timing

until his lungs burst.

That's the wager.

No way this man-animal

lasts more than four minutes.

Help, help!

Help me! Help me!

I need your air.

The wager's off.

The damn thing cheated.

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,

then I'm getting off
this stinking planet.

Aw, 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.

Ah, 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 vaporized

and I will have
to train a new assistant.

But it's your
stinking plan, sir.

That's why I'm glad I have

a picto-recording
of you laying out the plan,

and my reprimanding
you for it.

Think of it as part
of your education.

Education, heh.

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,

but why do I have
to be the patsy, sir?

So you don't
get any 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 were to befall me,

this would go straight
to the home office.

No!

No!

No!

Double or nothing

I can blow off one of its limbs
without missing.

A lot harder
to blow off its head.

That one does seem
to be unusually

intelligent and resourceful,

but it's also defiant,

which means we'll need
leverage over it.

Leverage?
Over a man-animal?

Well, 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.

Hm.

Well, before we educate
it on the learning machine,

we'll take it to the mountains,

along with a couple
of the others.

Let them think
they have escaped,

and then we'll sit back

and watch it choose
it's favorite food.

Yes.

Look. Look.

Three days

and they still haven't
eaten anything yet.

Precisely.

Now that the man-animals
feel that they have

a safe enough
distance from us,

soon they'll find
their favorite food

and celebrate.

What is it?

Food. Food.

No spark, no flints,
nothing.

You, Floyd?

There's plenty to burn,

but nothing to start
a fire with.

That's their favorite food?

Of course it is.

They could have selected

anything they wanted.
But it's not even cooked.

If man-animal prefers
its rat uncooked,

then our job
is that much easier.

If they like
their rat so much,

how come those two
aren't eating?

Don't you know anything?

Leader of the pack
always eats first. See?

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

What? What is it?
What are you doing?

I don't know.
It tried to bite me.

They know about
the button camera.

Don't be a knot-head.

It's a man-animal.
It couldn't possibly know...

You sure called that one, sir.

No way do they know
about the picto-cameras.

Move your fat ass
and let's go round them up.

Ow! Crap! Lousy ceiling.

I thought I told you

to get some man-animals
in here and fix it.

Great. This is great.

What the hell
do we do now?

What are you thinking,
Jonnie?

Don't you even
think about it.

You wouldn't live
the jump.

You wouldn't live
the jump, Jonnie.

You wouldn't live
the jump!

You can surrender and rot
in those cages if you want to,

that's your choice,
but I'm not going back.

So the monsters catch us.

They're just gonna
take us to the mines.

No!

Run. Run!

They must be able to fly.

Man-animals can't fly.

Just because we've never
seen them fly

doesn't mean they don't fly.

I'm telling you
man-animals don't fly.

Right. You believe
what you like, sir.

No.
No!

No!
No, no!

That is why I am
a senior executive

and you are a lowly clerk.

Go!

How do you know
what he wants?

They made me
do this before.

Just follow what I do,
and you'll be fine.

Don't touch anything.
Get these creatures mad

and what they'll do
to all of us...

Excuse me,

but I am
your instructor,

if you will forgive
such arrogance,

for I do not have
the honor to be a Psychlo.

I am but a lowly
Chinko 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.

Understand?
Do you under... Understand me?

Hungry, little fella?

Yes?

Obviously this is going
to take a while.

Jonnie, Jonnie, Jonnie!

Carlo. Carlo. Carlo.

Oh, Carlo,
I know who they are.

I know where
they have come from.

I know.
I can speak their language.

The monsters?
I even know they

call themselves
"Psychlos."

What did they do to him?

They... They made him
look into a light.

And...
And it's a god-machine.

No, it teaches.
It's a knowledge machine.

It sends pictures through
your head s-so fast.

Okay.
It's spinning.

Come on. Let's go.
Jonnie, come on.

No. 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 monster's...

language.

No, no, no. This is...
This is mathematics.

This is... This is
the unifying language

of the entire universe,
Mickey.

Look.

This symbol
is called a triangle.

If all these sides
are equal,

then these three angles
must also be equal.

Uh, equal to what?

To each other.

It's the basic foundation
of Euclidean geometry.

Seems pretty hard to understand.

No, no, only at first,

then it becomes clear
in your mind.

You see, I learned something
called molecular biology.

This... This is
the symbol for water.

And... And engineering.

See? A wing, see?

And... And line and form

and artistic composition.

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

I thought you were supposed
to be working on stuff

to help us escape.

This will.

All this will.

Jonnie, Jonnie? Human.

Uh, the security chief

should secure
the field vault

with an eight-digit
combination code,

and, uh, do not use a personal

or employee
identification number.

What's an identification
number?

Uh, there. Right there.

How many numbers is that?

Eight.

Eight?

Eight.
Eight.

Guess the creature's
more clever than that.

Question is, how clever?

Uh, try the numbers
backwards.

Oh!
Shh... Shh!

Look at this.

It's a recording
machine.

This is how
he watches us.

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 yourself killed.

I don't need
your permission.

I'm no longer a child.

Do you want lunch?

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

to learn a language as
sophisticated as Psychlo.

What if he can understand
Psychlo

and it's just pretending
it can't?

What the hell
would it do that for?

I don't know.

Maybe it's secretly
listening,

trying to get
leverage over on us.

Man-animal getting
leverage over a Psychlo.

That'll be the day.

Well, what if this one
is particularly stupid?

Maybe we should try
to train another one.

No, there's no time.

As soon as they
detect the gold,

the planetship will know
exactly what we're doing.

We'll have to terminate
the operation

and cover our tracks.

It speaks Psychlo.

Go on.
Say something else.

You're gonna stay here
as my prisoner

while you... You go
and get a transporter.

Just because you've
learned Psychlo

doesn't mean
you become one.

If you don't
follow my orders,

I'll have you killed.

Oh!

How exactly do you
plan to do that?

Jonnie!

Mickey, no!

No!

If any of you rat-brains

knew anything
about firearms,

you would 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 vaporized

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.

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

that have to be done,

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.

But I'm sure you'll find
plenty of recipes

on how to prepare raw rat.

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 keep in mind

that although you know
nothing about firearms,

I certainly do.

I graduated top marksman
in my class

and I can kill
any one of you

at over
a thousand paces.

Tell them
what I've said.

You try to run,
he'll kill us.

That's it?

Yes.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Let's kill them!
No! No! Wait!

Back down!

Shoot him!

To toy like this with me
before you kill me.

I'm impressed. I'm honored.

It's not for you. It's for them!

We don't kill to torture,
we kill for food.

Well, didn't you learn anything
about your history?

Man was the only species
that hunted animals for sport.

No.

There's hope for you after all.

I know everything about you.

You know nothing about us!

Get your men. Put those animals
out of their misery.

Go do it.

Save what you can!

Now...

Let's give this demon
what it deserves.

Shoot!
Shoot him, I say!

Shoot! Shoot!

Why wait? Kill it!

Kill it and then we'll run.

Then what?

What kind of life
is it to run?

Always living in fear
of being hunted?

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!

Oh! You think the lights
in the night sky

are gods waiting
to come down and save us?

Do you?

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 else:

Their freedom.

Do you think no one has tried?
You can't defeat them!

You can't defeat them!

That is our fate.

Yes, we can.

Yes, we can!

But we have to go back.

We go back and we learn
about their weapons

and their 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?
Yeah!

Are you with me?

Yes!
We fight!

Let's do it!
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.

Surely someone
as wise as you

has ways to stop me
from shooting.

I know
that if I had tried,

you would have
killed me first.

Damn right, rat-brain.

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

Rest break is over.

There's something
I need you to see.

It's imperative 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,

let me show you
what will happen.

Please.
Please don't harm her.

I believe you. I... I...

Oh, don't worry, rat-brain.

Every collar has
its own frequency.

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

Just, uh...

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.

Stupid humans.

No, no, no.

What you did was right.

It was right for all of us.

Greener,
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 all came from,

it would be
like you said.

We would look
over our shoulders

waiting for the Psychlos
to hunt us down.

I think that is not
living either.

We all chose to fight.

Count us in too.

What's going on?

Someone in that cage

knows how to speak
the Psychlo's language.

He's gonna
help us fight them.

Ah, yes.

Ker, I'd like you
to meet Chirk.

Hm.

She's, um... She's, um...

His soon-to-be newly
acquired secretary.

Yes.

Really?

She's stupid enough
not to be a menace,

good-looking enough
to be decorative.

She gets drunk
with economical speed

and has other advantages.

I can see that.

Don't you have
some work to do?

No.

Ker!

All right, sir.

Now listen, missy.

I'm still waiting for
the planetship's accounts.

Oh.

I had to go way beyond
the call of duty

to get these.

I see.
Well, that's why

I especially chose you.

So you'll keep your side
of the bargain?

Uh, which was...?

You said we were going
to have a huge house

when we go back
to Psychlo next year.

We're going to be rich,
right?

Right.

Just remember I could always
inform planetship

of your little scheme.

Leverage?
A female getting leverage. Ha!

I am going
to make you as happy

as a baby Psychlo
on a straight diet

of kerbango.

Well, isn't it interesting

that you have been
keeping two sets of books

and telling
all the workers

that the planet has been
operating at a loss?

I... I only claimed

that it was running
at a loss

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

Oh, yes, of course.

And it had nothing
to do with the fact

that it could allow you

to cut the worker's pay

and keep all the extra
credit for yourself,

did it?

Ah, that.

Well... Well, I...
I can explain.

Well, unfortunately

the company requires me
to vaporize 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.

Y-y-you can?

Oh, yes.

It's really of
no interest to anybody

to have you not
be planetship,

but it would
be prudent of you

to start to share
your authority.

Well.

But these forms
are all blank, undated.

You... You could put
anything you wanted on them.

You would run
the entire planet.

And 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?

Well, that's not even
the crazy part.

He has 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
gone completely insane.

Indeed.

But what can I do?

An order is an order.

You have a busy day,
rat-brain.

First learning how to fly

and then onto
the learning machine

for mining techniques.

Crash one more time,
rat-brain,

and your little friend

will no longer
be among the living.

Again. Again!

Never underestimate

what a little leverage
can do, rat-brain.

That's good, man-animal.

This is the lever
where we mine the gold.

Lever up, down.

Warning.

External sensors indicate

dangerous radiation
levels ahead.

Land this.
This is as far as I can go.

Land it!

Meet me back 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.

How's your side?

It's good.
Good, good, good.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Next time, you fly.

No, no, no, no.

I mean, even if we do
mine enough gold,

we're gonna be lucky to fill
half of that cage in time.

That's why we're not
gonna do any mining.

Yeah, but if we don't deliver
the gold in 14 days to Terl,

then he's just going to kill us.

Right, but I read about a place
called Fort Knox

where the gold
has already been mined.

Listen, there will be no mining,

but we are gonna deliver it.

Okay, so...
So we have to pretend

that we're mining
the gold.

We have to figure out where
we're gonna get the gold,

then we have to
get the supplies

to help our revolt.

Yeah.

This great village

was the capital
for all of our tribes.

This is where our people's
history was buried.

Here. When 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 Psychlos' breathing gas

and that was
not good for them.

It's good for us.

Even if we fail,
people will still be safe

so long as they stay
in these areas.

They'll be safe
from being hunted,

but 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.

Start filling the cage.

We'll hide half
in the mountains.

We'll deliver the other half
to Terl tonight.

It's coming!

It's coming! Come on. Come on.

Why is it in bars?

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

wouldn't settle for anything
as course as raw ore.

Really?

Well, since you rat-brains
have had enough extra time

to smelt it into bricks,

I will now expect the rest
of the gold in seven days.

All it means is that we only
have seven days

to take our planet back.

Based on what I've read about
Psychlo security,

if we were to stage a revolt,

only using weapons
that they don't perceive

as any real threat.

If we just use rocks and sticks

they're just gonna
hurt us together

and throw us back in the cages.

But we're gonna stage this
revolt inside the dome

so the Psychlos are gonna
have to come inside the city

to round us up.

And that is when
we blow the dome.

Carlo's gonna blow the dome.

They won't have
breath masks on.

They can't breathe...
They all die.

Carlo.
Me?

I'm gonna blow the dome?
You're gonna blow the dome.

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

Okay, 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 drums
and troops

are gonna 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 get wiped out.

Well, the point is we don't
let it get to stage two.

We're gonna destroy their home
planet before it happens.

Their home planet?
Their home planet.

Uh, of course, we're gonna need
some extra supplies

before we can do that.

So our first stop

is the radiation bomb storage
bunker in Texas.

Yeah.
Is everyone clear?

Count us in.

Look.
Flying machines.

Micky,
these are flying machines.

They're weapons of some kind.

Flying spears.

It's a learning machine.

Teach us to fly.

You're right,
it's like breaking a horse.

I need you to teach your men
how to fly this in seven days.

Piece of cake, piece of cake.

Piece of cake.

Try to keep it level.

Jonnie, Jonnie!
What is it?

I think I found one. Come on.

Come on! Nuclear firebomb.

Piece of cake.

How do we set it off?

I'm taking it to their planet
to detonate it.

Will this 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.

That's brave of you, Mickey,
but it's my plan, so I go.

Jonnie, you're the only one who
speaks the monster's language.

You know things about them.

Listen, without you leading
this revolt,

we might not succeed.

Beautiful.

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

What the hell
are you talking about?

And what are you
even doing here?

You're supposed to be
mining the gold.

You really think the only
reason he made that recording

was 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 the blast do you know about
those recordings, man-animal?

It really is amazing
the collection of discs

you can find in Terl's
personal vault.

First we trade.
The disc...

I don't think so!

Because if you don't
give me the disc right now,

I will blow your head off.

Hey!

Well, you wanna trade?

Let's trade.

Hurry!

Won't the Psychlo in charge

see I'm not wearing
this collar anymore?

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
gonna be your destiny.

This is our destiny.

It's freedom for all of us,

for our children.

Children?

Ha-ha-ha!

What if this one
is particularly stupid?

There's no time. As soon
as they detect the gold,

the planetship will know
exactly what we're doing.

We'll have to terminate the
operation and cover our tracks.

As soon as they
detect the gold,

the planetship will know
exactly what we're doing.

We'll have to 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 percent.

And with my share,

I'm gonna fire all my wives

and buy new ones.
Ha-ha-ha.

Maybe pretty ones this time.

Ker-bango. Ha-ha-ha!

Ha. Congratulations.

You finally learned
how to get proper leverage

over someone,
haven't you?

Uh-huh.
Which means

that I haven't wasted my time
trying to train you, have I?

You're not upset?
Don't be crazy.

Do you know how long

I've waited
for this day?

And I know just the perfect way
to celebrate.

What are you doing?

You can't shoot me.

I made a copy and gave it to
someone for safe keeping.

You are just
too good of a teacher.

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 one.

How the hell am I supposed
to know who it is?

I don't know. Ha-ha!

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

It could be a mechanic.

No.
It could be

a concubine.
No, no, no!

It could be anybody in the
communications office.

Wrong! Ha-ha!

I hate these things.
I-I feel like...

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 disc,

and get me the rest of my gold.

Then meet me at the
teleportation platform

in 2 hours.

Sir.

Quickly!

Come on. Hurry!

Jonnie, control bunker's
to the right.

Three guards left.

Two from the guardhouse,

one coming from
the north.

I'll take the two
in the guardhouse.

Chrissy.

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!

The man-animals have escaped.
They're running into the city.

Well, send some
guards out

and round them up.

I'm busy!
And don't bother me

with every little
detail.

Gotta round them up.

Psychlos!

Seven, seven, three...

Greener? It's Carlo.

Explosives are set.
Can I blow the dome?

Greener?

What's going on?
Talk to me.

Talk up.
What's going on?

Talk to me!

Hold on, hold on!

If I don't get Mickey
to Psychlo first,

they'll send down
the gas drones.

Well, hurry up!
'Cause I got company.

Yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, oh! Yeah!

Yo!

Woo!

Here they are.

Hang on!
I'm right on his tail!

Air-lock doors opened.

Okay. You know what
you gotta do.

Go.

Greener, come on,
come on.

I've gotta blow this dome now.

I'm teleporting Mickey
and the bomb right now.

Hang on, I'm seconds away.

Jonnie, come on.

They're destroying the bombs.

It's now or never.

Now, go ahead! Blow the dome!

Go, go, go!

Teleportation sequence
terminated.

Interrupting something?

Jonnie? Jonnie!

Why isn't it coming down?

The dome is holding!

It's not working.
It's only cracked!

The dome isn't broken, Carlo.

We can't hold out much longer.

Attention.

This is Terl,
your Chief of Security.

Exterminate all
man-animals at will.

And happy hunting.

Run! Run!

Carlo, what's going on
with the dome?

Hold on, I'm taking it out now.

Whoa!

Help us!

They're killing us!

We're not
gonna make it!

I think we should
pull out.

I'm blowing the dome...

in five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

Piece of cake.

Everyone underground now!

Go! Go!

Get down!

Teleportation sequence
activated.

Teleportation sequence
activated.

Psychlo War Center,
this is a stage three alert.

I repeat, a stage three alert.

Initiate the gas drone
extermination sequence.

You have been quite
a challenge, rat-brain,

and you're going to make a hell
of a conversation piece

when you're stuffed
and hanging

on the wall
at the academy.

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
wanna do that.

Trust me, there's
nothing I want more.

Carlo came through.

Why don't you vaporize 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.

But there is one thing
that you rat-brains

weren't smart enough
to realize.

Kill them!

I fixed the problem
with it.

It works fine now...
You imbecile!

What kind of crap-lousy game
are you playing?!

Since I'm teaching them
all about our technology,

they made me
the head Psychlo.

Look at the bright side.

You may not be
wallowing in luxury on Psychlo,

but at least you finally got
your gold.

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