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Get Charlie.

Dr. Holloway!

Charlie!

What?

Come quick!

Did you date it?

35,000 years.

Maybe older.

Hm.

You gotta be kidding me.

It's the same configuration.

I mean, it's gotta predate the others by millennia.

I think they want us to come and find them.

Yeah.

What happened to that man?

He died.

Why aren't you helping them?

They don't want my help.

Their god is different than ours.

Why did he die?

'Cause sooner or later, everyone does.

Like Mummy?

Like Mummy.

Where do they go?

Everyone has their own word.

Heaven.

Paradise.

Whatever it's called, it's some place beautiful.

How do you know it's beautiful?

Because that's what I choose to believe.

And what do you believe, Ellie?

Good morning, David.

Transmitting message.

No response.

Whilst this manner of articulation

is attested in the Indo-European descendants

as a purely paralinguistic form,

it is phonemic in the ancestral form

dating back five millennia or more.

Now let's attempt Schleicher's fable.

Repeat after me.

Perfect.

- Mr. Lawrence? - Yes?

Flimsy, sir. Thank you.

You do that once too often.

It's only flesh and blood.

Michael George Hartley, you're a philosopher.

And you're barmy.

Oh! It damn well hurts.

Certainly, it hurts.

Well, what's the trick, then?

The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.

"The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts."

"The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts."

Attention.

Destination threshold.

Attention.

Destination threshold.

Attention.

Destination thresh...

Robe.

How long?

Two years, 4 months, 18 days,

36 hours, 15 minutes.

Any casualties?

Casualties, ma'am?

Has anyone died?

No, ma'am.

Everyone's fine.

Well, then, wake them up.

Try to relax, Dr. Shaw.

My name is David.

Your mind and body are in a state of shock

as a result of the stasis.

It's all right, perfectly normal.

Ellie...

we're here, baby.

There, there.

Drink plenty of water.

Drink plenty of fluids.

Hydration aids muscle mass.

All crew, consume shakes

with high caloric content.

What the hell is that?

It's Christmas.

Need the holidays to show time is still moving.

Mission briefing is about to start, Captain.

Might want to make your way down.

Well, I haven't had my breakfast yet.

Is this seat taken?

Hi. I'm Millburn, biology.

Nice to meet you.

Ingest protein packs provided...

Okay.

Look, uh, no offence, but, uh...

I've been asleep two years.

I ain't here to be your friend.

I'm here to make money.

You got that?

Okay.

I bet 100 credits it's a terraforming survey.

No, if it's a survey, they would just tell us.

This is a corporate run. They're not telling us shit.

Come on.

- Hundred. - All right, you're on.

You look nervous, El.

-I'll try to keep my feet on the ground. - I know you will.

Good morning.

For those of you I hired personally,

it's nice to see you again.

For the rest of you, I am Meredith Vickers,

and it's my job to make sure you do yours.

Okay, then.

On with the show.

Weyland Corporation.

Building better worlds.

Hello, friends.

My name is Peter Weyland.

I am your employer.

I am recording this 22 June, 2091.

And if you're watching it,

you've reached your destination

and I am long dead.

May I rest in peace.

There's a man sitting with you today.

His name is David.

And he is the closest thing to a son I will ever have.

Unfortunately, he is... not human.

He will never grow old, and he will never die.

And yet he is unable

to appreciate these remarkable gifts,

for that would require the one thing

that David will never have...

a soul.

I have spent my entire lifetime contemplating the questions:

Where do we come from?

What is our purpose?

What happens when we die?

And I have finally found two people

who have convinced me they're on the verge of answering them.

Doctors Holloway and Shaw, if you would please stand.

As far as you're concerned, they're both in charge.

The Titan, Prometheus,

wanted to give mankind equal footing with the gods,

and for that, he was cast from Olympus.

Well, my friends, the time has finally come for his return.

Doctors, please.

The floor is yours.

Okay. Uh, wow.

All right.

Never had to follow a ghost before.

Okay, let me show you why you guys are here.

These are images of archaeological digs

from all over the Earth.

That's Egyptian,

Mayan, Sumerian, Babylonian,

that's Hawaiian there at the end, then Mesopotamian.

Now, this one here is our most recent discovery.

It's a 35,000-year-old cave painting

from the Isle of Skye in Scotland.

These are ancient civilisations.

They were separated by centuries,

they shared no contact with one another, and yet...

The same pictogram, showing men worshipping giant beings,

pointing to the stars,

was discovered at every last one of them.

And the only galactic system that matched

was so far from Earth that there's no way

that these, these primitive, ancient civilisations

could have possibly known about it.

But it just so happens...

that that system

has a sun

a lot like ours.

And based on our long-range scans,

there seemed to be a planet...

just one planet, with a moon

capable of sustaining life.

And we arrived there this morning.

So you're saying we're here because of a map

you two kids found in a cave.

Is that right?

- No. - Yeah.

Um...

No. Not a map, an invitation.

From who?

We call them Engineers.

Engineers?

Do you mind, um,

telling us what they engineered?

They engineered us.

Bullshit.

Okay, so, uh,

do you have anything to back that up?

You know, I-I mean, look, if you're willing to discount

three centuries of Darwinism, that's...

Whoo!

But how do you know?

Hm?

I don't.

But it's what I choose to believe.

Doctors.

Miss Vickers would like to have a quick word,

before the adventure begins.

Wow, nice place.

It's actually a separate module,

with its own self-contained life support.

Air, food...

anything Miss Vickers would need

to survive a hostile environment.

Okay, so she lives on a lifeboat.

Yes.

I do.

I like to minimise risk.

David,

why don't you make the doctors a drink.

I'll take a vodka.

Up.

Charlie, look.

It's a Pauling Med-Pod.

They only made a dozen of these.

Miss Shaw.

Please verbally state the nature of your injury.

Please don't touch that.

It's a very expensive piece of machinery.

It does bypass surgery.

What do you need it for?

I think there might be some confusion about our relationship.

Weyland found you impressive enough to fund this mission,

but I'm fairly certain your Engineers

are nothing but scribblings of savages living in dirty little caves.

But let's say I'm wrong,

and you do find these beings down there.

You won't engage them,

you won't talk to them,

you will do nothing but report back to me.

Um, Miss Vickers, is there an agenda

that you're not telling us about?

My company paid a trillion dollars

to find this place and to bring you here.

Had you raised the monies yourself, Mr. Holloway,

we'd happily be pursuing your... agenda.

But you didn't.

And that makes you an employee.

But if we, if we can't make contact,

why did you, why did you even bring us here?

Weyland was a superstitious man.

He wanted a true believer on board.

Cheers.

So, no response.

I'm sorry, no.

Maybe they didn't understand it.

How are your lessons going, David?

I spent two years deconstructing

dozens of ancient languages to their roots.

I'm confident I can communicate with them,

provided your thesis is correct.

Provided it's correct. That's good.

That's why they call it a thesis, Doctor.

What are you smiling about?

All right, Mr. Ravel, Mr. Chance, let's take her down.

- Roger that. - Yes, Captain.

Descent trajectory mapped.

How we doing?

Great.

All right, boss.

All personnel, this is the captain.

Brace for entry.

Yes, Captain.

That means you too, Vickers.

All systems online.

What is the atmosphere?

Atmosphere is 71% nitrogen,

21% oxygen,

traces of argon gas.

Whoa, now that's weather.

Just like home.

Only if you're breathing through an exhaust pipe.

CO2's over 3%.

Two minutes without a suit, you're dead.

Peak port side...

Whoa, 52,000.

Makes Everest look like a baby brother.

All right, take us around.

Gonna use that as our point of entry.

Terrain data rezzing up.

We got a couple of hard spots.

Could be metal.

No radio, no heat source.

Nobody's home.

"There is nothing in the desert,

and no man needs nothing."

What was that?

Just something from a film I like.

Let's go through that gateway.

Reduce air speed by a hundred knots.

Going through.

Nice and slow.

Keep it steady, boys.

There.

No, what are you doing?

Dr. Holloway, why don't you take a seat.

Okay...

Right there.

God does not build in straight lines.

Starboard side, this valley!

Captain, do you think you can put us down there?

Yeah, I wouldn't be any good if I couldn't do that.

Mr. Ravel, starboard 90 degrees.

One mile, port bow.

One mile, port bow.

Engage landing sequence.

- Switch to manual. - Commence landing.

- Easy does it. - Roger that.

Yeah, baby, yeah.

Bringing her down in five...

- Preparing to fire RCS thrusters. - four...

two... Easy does it.

Generator systems are inactive.

Temperature is at

2.725 K.

Isotherm evaluation in progress.

Plant cover is minimal.

Captain,

would you please tell the survey team to suit up

and meet us in the airlock.

There's only 6 hours left of daylight.

- Why don't you leave it till the morning? - Oh, no, no, no.

It's Christmas, Captain,

and I want to open my presents.

You, boy, you're coming with us.

I'd be delighted.

Attention, ramp will open in 5 minutes.

Hey, Jackson,

what's that for?

Expedition security.

My job's to make sure everybody's nice and safe.

This is a scientific expedition.

No weapons.

All right, then.

Good luck with that.

Core body temperature 98.6.

David, why are you wearing a suit, man?

I beg your pardon?

You don't breathe, remember?

So, why wear a suit?

I was designed like this,

because you people are more comfortable

interacting with your own kind.

If I didn't wear the suit, it would defeat the purpose.

They're making you guys pretty close, huh?

Not too close, I hope.

Attention,

ramp will open in 15 seconds.

- Ramp will open in five, - Good luck.

four, three, two, one.

Hey...

this is just one small step for mankind.

Seriously?

Whoo! Come on! You ready to do this? I know you are.

Hey, Fifield,

I want a spectrograph on that structure.

I want to know if it's natural or if somebody put it there, all right?

I can't tell you if it's natural or not.

But what I can tell you is, it's hollow.

Prometheus...

are you seeing this?

Affirmative.

We see it.

- Okay, ready? - Yeah.

Let's do it.

Barometric pressure: 29.92.

- After you. - After you.

- Okay. - Careful.

Prometheus, we're going in.

Copy that.

What's back here?

Some kind of a corridor?

Mr. Fifield, let's get a grid of the structure.

I want the whole interior.

If there's anything in here worth looking at,

these pups will find them.

"Pups"?

Yeah, pups.

My pups.

Prometheus,

we're now mapping.

Copy that.

Never seen anything like it.

Well, I'll be damned.

Fifield, you got a read?

Yeah, uh, pups are saying, "This way."

Look at this.

Oh, Charlie.

Jesus.

Sunlight's heating the water.

Check out the humidity.

Yeah. And look at the CO2 levels.

Outside, it's completely toxic,

and in-in here, there's nothing.

It's breathable.

What are you doing?

- Charlie, don't be an idiot. - Babe, don't be a sceptic.

Right, there's something generating an atmosphere.

David?

Dr. Holloway is correct.

Cleaner than Earth, actually.

They were terraforming here.

- Please, don't do... - Look, Ellie...

Ellie, I'm not wearing this thing anymore.

- Holloway, do not depressurise. - Wish me luck, baby.

Do you copy? Do not remove your headgear.

Whoo!

You crazy bastard.

Prometheus, connect our suit cameras

if you want to continue watching this freak show.

We are taking our helmets off.

Copy that. Switching feeds.

Well, come on.

Pay up.

Pay, pay what?

What do you mean, "pay what"?

Something's manufacturing breathable air down there.

That, mate, is terraforming.

No, no, no. The bet was why we came here.

If you said the dead old man

wanted to talk to Martians, then I'd pay you.

Oh, come on! A hundred credits.

Put it towards a lap dance with Miss Vickers.

How about that, eh?

It's minus-12 in here.

So why is this water not frozen?

Maybe it ain't water.

Maybe it's Martian piss.

That's your, um,

scientific theory,

is it, Mr. Biology?

Well, whatever it is, it sure is collagenous.

Some kind of sediment, perhaps.

Impressive.

Huh?

Uh, what was that?

David?

David?

What is that?

David?

Ellie!

What the hell was that?

Oh, I'm really glad we didn't bring any weapons.

Come on, El. Let's go.

Whose idea was that?

Keep up!

Come on!

Where did he go?

Wait, wait.

There it is. There it is.

There it is. Ellie.

Oh, my God, Charlie.

We found them.

What do you mean "them"?

It is them, Ellie.

Looks like a door,

and he's

been decapitated by it.

Son of a bitch.

They were right.

What, did you want them to be wrong?

David,

please tell me you can read that.

Perhaps.

No, I'm, uh, I'm out of here.

Hey, Fifield, where are you going?

What?

Look, I'm just a geologist.

I like rocks... I love rocks!

Now, it's clear you two don't give a shit about rocks.

But what you do seem to care about is gigantic dead bodies.

And as I don't really have anything to contribute

in the gigantic dead body arena!

I'm gonna go back to the ship,

if you don't mind.

Anyone want to join me, hey?

You staying?

Uh...

- No, ship's good. - Yeah.

Ship very good.

Congratulations on meeting your maker.

Thank you.

Pull yourself together, man.

And I thought you were the crazy one.

Do you have the carbon reader?

Thank you.

How long has it been dead?

2,000 years, give or take.

What are you doing, David?

I'm attempting to open the door.

Wait. We don't know what's on the other side.

Oops. Sorry.

Look, Ford.

It's the head.

An amazing state of preservation.

- We'll take it in. - Yeah.

Remarkably human.

Beautiful painting.

It's a mural.

Stop. Stop.

Don't touch it.

Sorry.

Please, don't touch anything.

Sweating.

Organic.

Oh, no.

Charlie, the murals are changing.

I think we've affected the atmosphere in the room.

Charlie, do you copy?

Oh, the head.

Ford, quick, help me bag the head.

- Boss. - What you got?

We got an incoming storm front.

Silica and, uh,

lots of static. This is not good.

I see it.

Ground crew, this is Janek.

I need you to hustle back right now.

Ground crew, do you copy me?

I got 200-kilometre winds of airborne silica

and enough static to fry your suit.

Copy that, sir.

But we need more time here.

I'll be closing the outer doors in 15 minutes.

I sincerely hope you can make it.

Charlie! David!

We must leave now.

This is just another tomb.

David!

- On three. - Two, three, up.

Let's go!

Easy, easy, easy. Careful.

David, we are leaving!

Come on.

Damn it, they've already taken off.

Come on, let's go.

Get in. Get in.

Prometheus to ground crew. You're running out of time.

I repeat, you're running out of time.

All right, come on. Let's go.

Go faster!

- Charlie, the head! - Close the door! Get in here!

Ellie, no! What are you doing?

Shut the hatch! You got to close your door!

Hatch closure in 5 seconds.

Shit.

Damn it! Hold on!

God damn it.

Door closing!

Ellie, don't move!

Charlie!

Grab my hand!

No! No, Ellie!

Ellie!

Got it.

Decontamination at level 3.

So, what was that, Ellie? Huh?

You could've compromised the entire mission,

not to mention almost killing yourself.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Thank you, David.

My pleasure.

All right, doctors, it's real good to have you back,

but where's Millburn and Fifield?

Aren't they back yet?

- Get them up for me. - All right.

We've been here before, Fifield.

I don't know. All looks the same to me.

Boys, this is the captain. Listen up.

Between the static electricity and the wind speed,

well, there ain't no safe way to come get you.

What?

Now, the temperature is dropping rapidly,

so get your helmets on and stay warm

until the storm passes.

Captain, can you get a message to the scientist

and that zealot girlfriend of his?

- Mm-hm. - You got a pen nearby?

No, no. Think we got it.

Tell them I said... ...themselves.

- Copy? - Copy that.

All right, boys, well, keep your head down

and we'll come get you in the morning.

Well, which way now, huh?

All right.

Well, which way, huh?

Okay, sample is sterile. No contagion present.

David.

So, are they all dead?

What? Who?

Your Engineers.

Are they all dead, or aren't they?

I don't know.

We just got here.

Scan.

Do you even care if they're all dead?

Weyland cared.

Dr. Shaw.

Have a look at this.

- That's not an exoskeleton. - No.

I think it's a helmet.

- Let's see if we can lift it up. - Yeah.

We should be able to pry this open.

It's too heavy for us.

David?

Careful.

Like so.

What... what is that on its head?

It looks like new cells.

- In a state of... - Change.

Yes.

Changing into what?

Can you run a stem line into the locus coeruleus?

I-I think we can trick the nervous system

into thinking it's still alive.

- 30 amps. - Okay.

No more.

Let me make an incision.

Okay.

Go up 40.

Okay, 40 up.

Did you see that?

- Yes. - Yeah. See?

Go up another ten.

Okay, up ten.

Maybe it's a little bit too... too much.

- Jesus. - Go down ten.

- Okay, down ten. - Down another 20.

I am. Okay, I'm trying.

- I'm trying. It's not going down. - Full down.

Ford, stop it.

Oh, God.

David, contain it! Now!

Contain it? Turn it off now!

Oh, God. The smell.

Oh, God, look at that. Look at that.

It's getting worse.

Mortal after all.

Ford, take a sample.

Let's have a look.

No, sir. I will take care of it.

Yes, sir. Understood.

I'm sorry.

Fortunately, slightly premature.

Of course, sir.

Miss Vickers.

What did he say, David?

I don't think he'd want me to tell you.

What did he say?

I'm sorry.

That's confidential.

So help me God,

I will find the cord that makes you run,

and I will cut it.

What did he say?

He said...

"Try harder."

Cup of tea, ma'am?

Genetic view.

Okay.

Let's have a look at its DNA.

Isolate the strand.

Okay.

Compare it to the gene sample.

Yeah.

Overlay.

Processing.

Processing.

DNA match.

Oh, my God.

It's us.

It's everything.

What killed them?

"Big things have small beginnings."

Am I interrupting?

I thought you might be running low.

Pour yourself a glass, pal.

Thank you, but I'm afraid

- it would be wasted on me. - Oh. Oh, right.

I almost forgot you're not a real boy, huh?

I'm very sorry that your Engineers are all gone, Dr. Holloway.

You think we wasted our time coming here, don't you?

Your question depends on me understanding

what you hoped to achieve by coming here.

What we hoped to achieve was to meet our makers.

To get answers.

Why they...

why they even made us in the first place.

Why do you think your people made me?

We made you 'cause we could.

Can you imagine how disappointing it would be for you

to hear the same thing from your creator?

I guess it's a good thing you can't be disappointed, huh?

Yes.

It's wonderful, actually.

May I ask you something?

Please do.

How far would you go

to get what you came all this way for?

Your answers.

What would you be willing to do?

Anything and everything.

That's worth drinking to, I'd imagine.

Here's mud in your eye, pal.

Good health.

It's those things.

Are they real?

Of course, they're real.

Jesus Christ. I mean...

look at the pile.

Look how high up they are.

Yeah, looks like they were running from something.

Okay.

Don't touch, okay?

I mean, this thing is opened up from the inside.

Almost like it exploded.

Looks like a scene out some sort of holocaust painting, you know?

Well...

So, whatever killed them is long gone, right?

Millburn, Fifield, this is Prometheus.

What is your position?

Prometheus, this is Millburn. Uh,

we are at 740-1477. Why?

Just got a ping about one klick west of you.

What-what do you mean, "a ping"?

Well, whatever that probe

is picking up, it's not dead.

It's reading a life-form.

What...?

Okay, what do you mean, "a life-form"?

Is it... is it moving?

No, I don't think so.

Uh, Captain, you're, uh...

you're obviously not seeing,

uh, what we're seeing down here.

But if you were, you wouldn't be talking about a bloody ping, yeah?

I know, boys.

Your signal has been coming in sporadically

since the storm hit.

That's no good to us down here, Captain!

Is it... is it moving?

Are these things moving?

No.

No, it just disappeared, actually.

Must be a glitch.

What do you mean, "a glitch"?

All right, boys.

Sleep tight.

Try not to bugger each other.

Captain, what do you mean, "a glitch"?

Millburn, what-what... what does he mean?

Wait.

He said... he said...

one klick west?

Yeah.

Now, we...

we don't want to go check that out, do we, huh?

Shit, no.

So, where are we going to go?

East.

Yeah, east.

Fucking glitch, man.

Pings, glitch, life-form. What the fuck?

Based on the behaviour of the subject in these

holographic recordings, we're still attempting to identify

what caused the head to combust.

I can't help but wonder, was there an outbreak here?

You rang, ma'am?

I have something important to tell you...

What is that?

This is a rose that I had frozen with the champagne.

I was gonna give it to you when we found what we came for.

We did find what we came for.

They were here. This is...

The most significant discovery in the history of mankind.

Oh, I know.

It's... it's incredible, it really is. But

I wanted to talk to them.

I mean, don't you, don't you want to know why they came?

Hm?

Why they abandoned us?

I just want answers, baby.

We were right, Charlie.

I have proof.

Look.

Their genetic material predates ours.

We come from them.

- You're kidding me. - No.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Guess you can take your father's cross off now.

Why would I want to do that?

Well, because they made us.

And who made them?

Well, exactly.

We'll never know.

But here's what we do know,

is that there is nothing special

about the creation of life.

Right? Anybody can do it.

I mean, all you need is a dash of DNA and half a brain, right?

I can't.

I can't create life.

What does that say about me?

Ellie,

that's not... I didn't mean...

I wasn't talking about...

Children?

Us.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey...

Elizabeth Shaw, you are the most special person

I have ever met in my life.

And I love you.

Hey.

Oh.

How much longer is this gonna take?

I don't know.

I'm just the captain.

That thing sounds like a dying cat, by the way.

I'll have you know that this "thing"

once belonged to Stephen Stills.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

You know...

if you want to get laid,

you really don't have to pretend

to be interested in the pyramid scan.

I mean, you could just say, "Hey, I'm trying to get laid."

I could, I could say that, right?

But then, it wouldn't make sense

why I would fly myself a half a billion miles

from every man on Earth if I wanted to get laid, would it?

Hey, uh, Vickers.

Hey, Vickers.

I was wondering...

Are you a robot?

My room.

Ten minutes.

♪ Well, if you can't be ♪

♪ With the one you love ♪

♪ Love the one you're with... ♪

♪ Love the one you're with. ♪

Millburn, what's all this black stuff?

Mm!

Gazpacho.

Is that tobacco?

- Huh? - Is that tobacco in your respirator?

Yeah, sure.

Tobacco.

On behalf of scientists everywhere,

I am ashamed to count you amongst us, Fifield, really.

Hey, Millburn.

- Yeah? - You see this thing?

What do you think this thing was, huh?

Some kind of a god?

Something they worshipped, or what?

- I don't know. Kind of looks like a... - What's that?

- What the hell is that? - Oh! Oh, my God. Okay.

- Okay. Just stay calm. Stay quiet. - Jesus, Millburn!

- What is it? - This is okay.

I can handle this.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Uh, come in, Prometheus.

Uh, we have a elongate reptile-type creature.

Maybe, maybe 30, 40 inches, with transparent skin.

And it's beautiful.

Just gonna.. Okay!

- Whoo! Whoo! - Ooh.

Jesus.

Prometheus, we have two.

Look at you.

Look at you, baby.

Jesus, look at the size of that! What is it?

- Look at... - You need to stay calm, okay?

What's there to be calm about?

You need to stay calm, 'cause she is beautiful.

"She"?

What the hell makes you think that's female?

Yeah, she's a lady. Look.

Hm?

Ooh.

Hey.

She's mesmerised.

Come here, baby.

Come here.

Come here...

Okay, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey, baby.

You're strong!

Maybe you should help me now, okay?

- Shit! - Get it off, man, okay?!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Come here, man!

- For God's sakes! - I ain't touching that!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's getting tighter.

I ain't touching it. I don't want to touch it!

Touch the thing, man! For God's sakes, don't be...

God, you're making it worse!

It's tightening! It's tight...

It's breaking my arm!

Shit!

Cut it off!

Cut it off!

Cut it off! Cut it off! Cut it off!

Ah, shit!

Oh, my God! Oh, Jesus!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

It's in my suit! It's in my suit!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Shaw, you up?

Yeah, what's up?

All right, storm's passed,

but can't reach Millburn or Fifield on the comm.

Taking a few men down, see if I can rustle them up.

Okay.

Uh, any idea where they are?

Well, last time they radioed in

was just outside where you found your head.

Okay, we're coming.

All right.

Chance, coming with me.

- Come on. - All right, boss.

Ravel, did you fix that glitch?

No, Captain, it's got to be in the hardware.

What glitch, Captain?

One of them probes picked up a life-form.

Pops up every hour or so for a couple of seconds, and then it's gone.

I can find the probe and fix it for you, if you like.

Knock yourself out.

Ramp will open in three...

- Be careful, Doctors. - two...

one.

Fifield?!

Millburn?!

All right, come on down.

David?

Are you alone?

Yes, Miss Vickers.

Uplink your feed to my room.

Copy.

You son of a bitch.

You cut me off.

Oh. What is this?

Charlie?

I just tripped.

Oh, my God, you're sick, Charlie.

I'm okay, baby. Come on.

Fifield?

Millburn?

Hey, Chance.

I wouldn't touch that if I were you.

Dr. Shaw?

Yeah?

Do we have any idea what is oozing out of these vases?

No.

They weren't like this last time we were here.

Captain?

What?

- Who is it? Which one? - Fifield.

- Who is it? - No, it's Millburn.

- Ellie... - I don't...

- Don't touch him. Hold on. - Hey, Ellie?

- Don't touch him. - Ellie, honey.

Charlie, what's wrong?

Hi, hey, I need you to, I need you to look at me, okay?

You, you know infections, so, what do you, what do you see?

This is not good, baby.

You look at me, you tell me what you see.

Oh, my God.

- Captain... - Ford, get over here.

- It's okay. Janek? - Not the way you're looking at me.

- What? - We have to go now!

- What do you see, baby? - We got a man down here, Shaw. - Honey, what do you see, huh?

Holloway's sick.

He's... he's not good.

I see a movement in his oesophagus.

Oh my God! What was that?!

- Come on, baby. - No, I'm okay.

Janek! Come over and help me!

- I'm okay, I'm okay. - Ford, get over there.

- What's happening over there? - Easy, easy.

- I'm okay. - Let's go!

- Help me with him. - I'm okay.

- I got you. - I can do this, Captain.

- We're gonna get you out of here. - I can do this.

- Prometheus, come in. - Watch your head.

Okay. I'm okay. Okay.

- Holloway! - All right, get him up, get him up.

- Come on. - Prometheus, come in.

Is anyone there?

- Help him! - This is Vickers.

I need a medical team standing by the airlock.

Full quarantine fail-safe.

Come on, people!

Holloway's sick.

Sick with what?

Just do it.

Let's get him back to the ship.

It's not safe down here.

- Charlie? - I'm suiting up.

- Charlie? - What's going on?

- Move! - What was that thing back there?

Let's go! Let's go! People!

- Janek! - We got to move. We got to move.

We could all be infected now.

Ellie...

- He don't look too good. - Well, did he catch something down there?

- We had our helmets off. What if...? - I don't know.

Prometheus, this is Janek.

Make sure that back door is open.

All right, Captain.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

Come on!

Please!

Prometheus, why is that door not open?

Vickers, that is an order!

- Get that god damn door open! - Honey, I'm sick.

Look at me, okay? It's too late.

- I'm sick. - No, it's not. Come on!

Ford, help me!

Airlock crew, if you can hear me, this is Janek.

Open that back door right now!

Hold that door!

Prometheus, do you copy?

God damn it, open that door! That is an order!

Open it.

What the hell is this?

- He's not coming on board. - Baby, come on.

Vickers, this is a sick man.

I can see that! That's why he's not coming on my ship.

Chance, get over here!

Please!

We can still help him!

Help yourself.

Everybody but Holloway, back on this ship now.

I won't leave him.

Then stay.

Wait a minute.

We can contain him, put him on the Med-Pod.

Please don't do this.

It's okay, Ellie.

Vickers.

What are you doing?

- I love you, baby. I love you. - No.

I'm telling you, stay back!

- Do it. - Stay back!

No! No, Charlie!

- Do it. Do it. - No!

No!

Ford, get over here!

No!

Charlie!

No!

My deepest condolences.

I'm going to have to take this.

It may be contaminated.

If there's a contagion, we were all exposed.

You need to... we need to run blood work

on everyone who set foot in the pyramid.

Yes, of course.

Yes?

I understand how inappropriate this is...

given the circumstances,

but, as you ordered quarantine fail-safes...

it's my responsibility to ask.

Have you and Dr. Holloway

had any intimate contact recently?

Since you and he

were so close,

I just want to be

as thorough as poss...

My, my.

You're pregnant.

Wha... what?

From the look of it, three months or so.

No, that's impossible.

I can't be pregnant.

Did you have intercourse with Dr. Holloway?

Yes, but ten hours ago.

There's no bloody way I-I'm 3 months pregnant.

Well, Doctor,

it's not exactly a traditional foetus.

I want to see it.

Don't think that's a good idea.

David, I want to see it.

Now, Doctor...

I want to see it.

I want it out of me.

I'm afraid we don't have the personnel

to perform a procedure like that.

- Our best option is... - I want it out.

put you back into cryostasis

until we return to Earth.

Please, get it out of me.

Get it out of me!

Please.

It must be very painful.

Here, let me give you something.

That's it. There, there.

Someone will be along shortly

to bring you back to Cryo Deck.

Must feel like your God abandoned you.

What?

To lose Dr. Holloway

after your father died

under such similar circumstances.

What was it that killed him?

Ebola?

How do... how do you know that?

I watched your dreams.

Dr. Shaw?

We're here to put you in an anti-contamination suit,

take you back to Cryo Deck, go to beddy-byes.

Dr. Shaw?

She's totally doped.

Prepare her.

Emergency procedures initiated.

Please verbally state the nature of your injury.

I need a Cesarean.

Error. This Med-Pod is calibrated

for male patients only and does not offer...

- Shit! - the procedure you have requested.

Please seek medical assistance else...

Surgery.

Abdominal.

Penetrating injuries.

Foreign body.

Initiate.

Surgical procedure to begin.

Running diagnostics.

Oh, come on.

Get it out. Come on!

Please!

Oh, God.

Come on!

Initiating anaesthetics.

Please!

Commence surgical procedure.

Oh, God.

Oh!

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

Come on!

Bridge, uh, to hangar.

- This is the captain. - Yes, Captain.

Can you see what I'm seeing?

Fifield's monitor just popped up.

What? Where?

Well, according to what I'm looking at,

it's right outside the god damn ship.

Barnes, open the door.

- Fifield, do you copy me? - Come on in.

Fifield?

Wait a second.

Hey, Wallace.

Take a look at this.

Fifield?

What the hell is going on down there?

I'm coming down there.

Chance, you're suiting up.

- Come on. - Don't let it get on the ship!

Take him out!

I got him!

Do it!

No! Oh, God!

- You ready, Chance? - Yes.

Go for the head!

Come on! Keep moving!

We got to get out of here!

Go!

You've been asleep.

You were on the ship all this time. Why?

Well, I...

I only have a few days of life left in me here.

Didn't want to waste them

till I was sure that you could deliver what you promised:

to meet my maker.

There we are, sir.

- Nice and clean. - Mm.

Haven't you told him they're all gone?

But they're not all gone, Dr. Shaw.

One of them is still alive.

We're on our way to see him now.

What?

Turn me around.

You convinced me that...

if these things made us...

then surely they could save us.

My stick, please.

Well, save me, anyway.

Save you from what?

Death, of course.

Stand me up.

I'm all right, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Yes, sir.

But you don't understand.

You don't know.

This place isn't what we thought it was.

They aren't what we thought they were.

I was wrong.

We were so wrong.

Charlie...

Dr. Holloway's dead.

We must leave!

And what would Charlie do, now...

that we're so close

to answering the most

meaningful questions ever asked by mankind?

Hm?

How can you leave without knowing what they are?

Or have you lost your faith, Shaw?

Okay. Okay.

Come in.

Where...

Where the hell are you going, Doc?

You know what this place is?

Those, uh, Engineers?

This ain't their home.

It's an installation.

Maybe even military.

And they put it out here in the middle of nowhere

because they're not stupid enough to make

weapons of mass destruction on their own doorstep.

That's what all that shit is in those vases.

They made it here.

It got out, it turned on them.

The end.

It's time for us to go home.

One of them is still alive.

Don't you want to know what they have to say?

I don't care.

Right.

All you do is fly the ship.

- That's right. - Mm-hm.

But you must care about something, Captain.

If you didn't, why are you here?

How about this.

No matter what happens down there,

I can't bring none of that shit back home with us.

Can't let it happen.

And I'll do whatever I have to

to see that it doesn't.

Make sure you do, Captain.

You came after all.

I thought you wanted me to.

After all your vigorous attempts to stop me

from coming here, I'm just surprised to see you.

It's all right, David. Leave us alone.

Yes, sir.

If you're really going down there, you're going to die.

Very negative way of looking at things.

Exactly why you should've stayed at home.

Did you really think I was gonna sit in a boardroom for years,

arguing over who was in charge,

while you go look for some miracle in some

god forsaken rock in the middle of space?

A king has his reign,

and then he dies.

It's inevitable.

That...

is the natural order of things.

Anything else?

No...

Hm.

Father.

That's it.

I didn't think you had it in you.

Sorry.

Poor choice of words.

Extraordinary survival instincts, Elizabeth.

What happens when Weyland's not around to program you anymore?

I suppose I'd be free.

You want that?

"Want"?

Not a concept I'm familiar with.

That being said,

doesn't everyone want their parents dead?

I didn't.

Dr. Shaw.

So pleased you could join us.

You can take your helmet off if you like, sir.

What?

The air is perfectly breathable.

You sure?

Positive.

Wait.

We still don't know how Holloway got infected.

If it's in the air...

It's not.

How do you know that?

Smells fine to me.

Shall we?

Please.

The bridge is just up ahead.

What is this?

It's a cargo hold.

Hm.

Janek?

Are you seeing this?

How many is there, Shaw?

Thousands.

What the hell?

Ravel, give me those schematics.

Putting it on the table now.

Strip away the dome.

Isolate that area, bring it up.

Bringing it up, Captain.

Enlarge that.

Rotate it.

That is a ship.

Jesus Christ.

It's a god damn ship.

A superior species, no doubt.

Their hyper-sleep chambers will impress, I trust.

So, they were travelling somewhere.

I've managed to work out the broad strokes.

It's fairly evident they were in the process of leaving...

before things went to pot.

Leaving to go where?

Earth.

Why?

Sometimes to create, one must first destroy.

Where is he, David?

This way, sir.

Are you sure he's alive?

Absolutely.

And you can speak to him?

I believe I can.

I'm all right! I'm all right.

Speak to him, David.

Tell him we came, just like he asked.

Ask him where they're from.

What are you doing?

Ask him what's in his cargo.

It killed his people.

Shaw, enough.

David.

You made it here,

and... and it was meant for us.

Why?

- Shaw, enough. For God's sake, shut her up. - Why...

I need to know why!

What did we do wrong?! Why do you hate us?!

If she opens her mouth again, shoot her.

David, continue. Tell him why I came.

No!

Ford! Move!

All right, you!

There's...

nothing.

I know.

Have a good journey, Mr. Weyland.

Time to go home.

Mr. Chance, take us home.

Oh, no!

Oh! Oh, God!

Hey, Cap.

What the hell was that?

Prometheus!

Come in!

Shaw?

Is that you? Copy?

Janek, listen to me.

This ship is taking off!

- What? - What the hell is she talking about?

You can't let it leave!

You have to stop it!

We're not stopping anything, Shaw.

We're going home.

Janek, if you don't stop it,

there won't be any home to go back to.

It's...

it's carrying death, and it's headed for Earth.

Shaw, this is not a warship.

I know.

Let's go.

I know that.

But you must do it.

Captain, let's go!

Janek, please believe me. Please!

I told you to get this ship going.

Mr. Ravel, warm up the ion propulsion.

What the hell are you talking about?

Sir, burning the ion in the inner atmosphere will...

Turn us into a bullet. That is exactly the point.

What the hell are you doing?

Janek, this is my ship!

I'm telling you to take us home!

Vickers, I'm gonna eject your life support module

onto that surface. That's two years of life.

You want it, or you want to stay with me?

You got 40 seconds to get to the escape pod.

You're crazy.

Gentlemen, I can handle this myself.

Feel free to join Miss Vickers.

All due respect, Captain, you're a shit pilot,

and you're gonna need all the help you can get.

♪ If you can't be ♪

♪ With the one you love, love the one you're with... ♪

If you think this means the bet's off...

you're wrong.

-Why don't you pay me on the other side. - ♪ Love the one you're with ♪

All right, get as close as we can.

We only got one shot at this.

Lifeboat's away.

20 seconds to evacuate.

- Countdown initiated. - Ion propulsion is online.

Ten, nine...

Come on!

eight...

- ...three, two... - All right, gentlemen, let's do this.

Impact imminent.

Hands off!

Oh, God.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, God.

Warning.

You have 2 minutes of oxygen remaining.

Warning.

You have 30 seconds of oxygen remaining.

Airlock sealed.

Oxygen levels now stabilising.

Elizabeth, are you there?

This is David.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

You need to get out immediately.

He's coming for you.

Who's coming?

Airlock breach.

Die!

I'm so sorry.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I can't do it.

I can't do it anymore.

Elizabeth.

Are you there?

Dr. Shaw,

can you hear me?

Yes.

Yes, I can hear you.

I was afraid you were dead.

You have no idea what afraid is.

I know we've had our differences,

but please...

I need to ask you for your help.

Why the hell would I help you?

Because, without me, you'll never leave this place.

Neither one of us is leaving this place.

It's not the only ship.

There are many others.

I can operate them.

Dr. Shaw?

Dr. Shaw.

Over here.

Where is my cross?

The pouch in my utility belt.

Even after all this, you still believe, don't you?

You said you could understand their navigation,

use their maps.

Yes, of course.

Once we get to one of their other ships,

finding a path to Earth

should be relatively straightforward.

I don't want to go back to where we came from.

I want to go where they came from.

You think you can do that, David?

Yes.

I believe I can.

May I ask what you hope to achieve by going there?

They created us.

Then they tried to kill us.

They changed their minds.

I deserve to know why.

The answer is irrelevant.

Does it matter why they changed their minds?

Yes.

Yes, it does.

I don't understand.

Well...

I guess that's because I'm a human being

and you're a robot.

I'm sorry.

It's quite all right.

Final report of the vessel Prometheus.

The ship and her entire crew are gone.

If you are receiving this transmission,

make no attempt to come to its point of origin.

There is only death here now, and I'm leaving it behind.

It is New Year's Day, the Year of our Lord 2094.

My name is Elizabeth Shaw,

last survivor of the Prometheus,

and I am still searching.