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Why did I fall on you?

He's dead,

the captain's dead.

This is an emergency dispatch from the

merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner.

We have been knocked out of our shipping lane.

He just escaped from a maximum prison.

So do we just keep him locked up forever?

Well, that would be my choice.

Is he really that dangerous?

Only around humans.

What the bloody hell happened?

It could have been a meteor storm.

Might have been a rogue comet.

There was talk of a scouting party

looking for other people, but then we saw this.

This is rescue vessel Alpha 1

We are on the surface. Set coordinates:

X-Ray 38/6, Yankee 90/8.

Units one and four are dispatching into their positions.

We're looking at roughly 25 to 40 bodies.

Prepare to receive classified

encoded transmission.

As you are well aware, the Hunter Gratzner

went down on its way to the Tangier system

approximately six months ago.

On board was escape convict, Richard Riddick,

Whether or not he survived the crash, is still unknown.

As the crash site falls within your jurisdiction,

Riddick's case is now entirely in your hands.

I've enclosed for you all relevant recognizance and background

information. Due to the serious nature of this case,

Command has made the recovery of Richard Riddick

its top priority.

Be advised: if Riddick is not found,

you and you alone,

will be held responsible.

Richard B. Riddick

Date of birth: unknown.

Birthplace: unknown.

Prison time served: 23 years 9 months.

Psychology: classified.

Physiology: classified.

Intelligence interview: Inmate 129, aka Cutter.

Performed Riddick's unauthorized eye augmentation surgery.

Cheers.

First of all,

you got to tell me, is it true?

There's a lot of rumors running around down there,

I don't know, but it must be true.

Why else would you be here?

Evidence file

048 Charlie/Alpha 19.

Weapons confiscated: classified.

Level Three Psychological Restraint

Station Q-9/T79. Richard Riddick's psychological evaluation

9 months prior to Hunter Gratzner incident.

If you wish to return to the general population ever again

then you must comply with my every instruction

to the letter.

I am your last and only hope. Is that clear?

Patient S-621

Richard B. Riddick

Initial evaluation produced minimal,

yet fascinating data.

Other than the moisture

recovering machine,

are there any other signs of recent activity?

Patient's extraordinary psychopathic tendencies

suggest that even at a subconscious level,

the patient believes his reasons

for killing his victims are valid.

Even if his victims didn't always

find validity in his reasoning.

Jesus...

You lost him again, didn't you?

...who has reported finding some blood smears

just inside the hold door.

The preliminary tests show

that the DNA is human.

- Hey. What's all that beneath? - What about it?

- What's the thing with the light? - I dunno.

Keeps tinkering about. He's just posing. Trying to get under your skin.

Shiner, my ass.

What?..

Scotch.

That's 12.90.

Now before we get around to whatever questions

you've got for me, I was just thinking how scared you

must be. Otherwise,

why would you waste all this time running

after one insignificant man?

Do me a favor.

No.

Okay. Well then do yourself a favor

and tell Mr. Kumal that I'd like to see him.

He knows you are here.

I have one piece of paper

and one pencil.

On this paper, you will draw to the best of your abilities,

your earliest memory. Is that clear?

The first attempted memory regression therapy

was, as I anticipated, entirely unsuccessful.

What's unique is that instead of drawing the typical

response associated with severe superiority disorders:

profanity, pornographic drawings, et cetera, et cetera

the patient drew in astonishing detail,

a schematic of the entire prison cell block,

including what appears to be an escape route.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, I did.

It has come to my attention, Mr. Kumal, that you've been operating

two businesses out of this one fine establishment.

First being a bar, in which you keep your liquor license current.

You recently extended your happy hour

till 8 PM, Sundays through Thursdays. Nice.

But this... this second business

seems to be of a completely different nature.

It seems you've been tinkering

in drug trafficking,

arms smuggling, software piracy...

And, well, as you can see here,

it's a veritable smorgasbord of illegal activity.

Piss off.

The defiance lacks even the slightest hint of hesitation

or uncertainty.

Let me be frank with you, Mr. Kumal.

I didn't come here to tamper

with the secondary source of income.

I can't really care less. As long,

as I can count on your assistance.

And I know I can.

You see, I'm well aware of your reputation

as a, how should I say? A breeder of well-trained bloodhounds.

And it just so happens, that at this moment

I'm in need of a good hunting dog.

Try the pound.

Well, seeing as I'm a pacifist,

I would really, really hate to have

to kill you in self-defense.

So why don't you do both of us a favor

and just come out from behind the bar

and point out which one of these mercs

has the most sizable balls.

That would be me.

And you are?

Interested.

Oh, interested?

You mind running down your specs for me?

Mind telling me why a cop

is looking for a merc?

I'm lonely. Need somebody to talk to.

I'm subcontracting. Been growing a little thin,

short on staff lately,

and Tangiers is a very big system.

Don't lie to me.

What have you got there?

What's that?

Oh, nervous system acuity sensor.

It's pretty neat.

That's the smallest one I've ever seen.

It is still illegal.

You didn't answer my question.

Look, if I have reasons why I might want

to hire you, those would be my reasons.

If I wish to tell you those reasons,

that would be my prerogative as the employer.

Is that understood?

Patient S-621.

My second attempt at intensive memory regression therapy

produced better but entirely unsatisfactory results.

I'm going to give you an injection of dye Thorazine

and sodium Pentothal.

In 10 minutes, your conscious mind will be incapacitated

and I will have free and open access to your subconscious.

And though I'm uncertain what these shapes represent,

It seems the patient's act of volition

was present at the time of their creation.

If I'm right, and he has simply changed his tactics

from defiance to mockery of this test

and of this doctor,

then he is somehow resistant to medication.

It's like the reverse concept of force and power.

How if you tied one guy

of a group of a hundred,

and march him out the front.

And for no apparent reason shoot him in the back of the head,

you've suddenly exercise power over the 99.

Now if they all tried to take you at once, they could,

but they don't, because they are afraid of this power

that you've shown over this one man.

And now the reverse.

What happens, if you can't control

one tiny insignificant man?

There must be a lot of panic where you come from.

Tell me that was you just now.

What are you going on about?

He's been right here, helping me.

Back in the ship,

that noise?

You're trying to tell me that was someone ...else?

Is there anyone here?

Who are these people anyway,

miners?

No, it looks like geologists.

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

Nice of them to leave so much stuff here.

Be advised: if Riddick is not found,

you, and you alone, will be held responsible.

Cigarette?

How long have you been doing this?

Just give me the profile.

About six months ago,

we received a mayday from the merchant vessel,

the Hunter Gratzner.

She was taking a back road

to our system when she was knocked out of our shipping lane.

The authorities assume she probably went down somewhere

in this uncolonized planet system here.

What probably happened, is she slammed

into the ass end of an uncharted comet.

No one really knows.

So on a hunch that the crisis program

on this ship might've gotten them to a planet

with the most breathable oxygen,

we deployed a search and rescue team

to the second planet in the system.

They eventually found the wreckage

but no one was found alive.

Copy three,

affirmative the victim has a gunshot wound

to the back of the cranium.

Not everyone was found dead either,

otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Right?

That's very good.

Not all the passengers were accounted for.

That's a nice party gag.

So what is it?

Adrenaline enhancement

or metabolism control?

Metabolism control.

Whatever floats your boat.

So I think I'd probably miss

the sweet burning sensation in my chest.

Survival of the fittest.

Yeah, whatever.

My predecessor on this job was a man

by the name of Johns,

J-O-H-N-S.

He's a good man, relentless.

He did things the old-fashioned way,

you know, without the metabolism control.

He once followed a bail jumper

across three systems for two years.

Seems awfully committed for a government employee.

Meaning?

Just that he doesn't need a subcontractor

to do his work.

The pilot on the ship,

when it crashed, was this woman. Fry.

She'd been at it for about three years,

but straight time, not Cryo time.

She just gotten her commercial rating

before they left port.

She was only cleared to be a docking pilot. What was she doing at the helm?

We are not really sure.

Imagine, one minute, she's tucked

away snug in her cryo locker.

And the next thing, bang,

she's driving a 100.000 tons

of steel plummeting towards the ground,

at 800 miles an hour.

This man, Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer.

He acquired reputation for being able to dig up

very rare artifacts and stuff.

It's amazing how I can do without the necessities

of life provided you have the little luxuries.

Yeah, Paris.

Shaza. Daughter of a tycoon with more money than God.

She and her father had a pretty public falling out right, before they left port.

He was threatening to cut her out of his will.

If she didn't stop seeing this man, an Aborigine named Zeke.

She and Zeke were starting new lives as free settlers.

This is all very touching,

but what does it have to do with me?

I think its pretty important.

I mean, you can never have too much information,

and I'd like to have this done right.

Then why don't you start by telling me who I'm looking for?

Okay.

Where the hell can I get eyes like that?

It is really not difficult

to simply lay the cornea aside,

drill into the eye jell

and then shoot a color reflector

on the back of the retina.

The eye is an amazingly resilient organ.

Although in Riddick's case,

I'd like to take sole responsibility

for such extraordinary work.

It really was his amazing composure.

He refused anesthesia. Said, the pain reminded him

that he was alive.

Didn't so much as twitch an eyelash.

Extraordinary.

All I got was a couple packs of cools.

A bargain, if you asked me.

Johns was transporting an escaped convict

back to Slam City.

Man by the name of Richard Riddick,

Riddick was just your run of the mill murderer.

Inmate S-621, You have the bullpen one hour.

If he's run of the mill

then why don't you go get him yourself?

Like I said, I can think

of a lot better ways to spend my time

than being stuck out in the middle

of a giant cat box,

looking for bones.

You're not telling me everything.

What am I not telling you?

About Riddick.

You can never have too much information

and I want to do this right.

Right. Very cute.

Well, all I know is that he escaped

from prison a couple of times.

Once from Orsa Luna,

once from Slam City.

Took Johns a while to get him.

He got him.

I told you, Johns's a pitbull.

Do you have his prison psych eval?

I recommend that this patient

be immediately transferred to the infirmary

for electric chemical reduction of the frontal lobe.

Mm-hm. Yeah.

So, pretty standard psychopathic behavior.

There nothing real interesting,

but you're more than welcome to review it, if you like.

Did he do time in the pit in Slam City?

Yeah, sort of. The idiots actually

lost him in Slam City.

Yes,

We checked the ventilation shaft, we checked the reactor room.

We flushed the water pipes.

I even searched the pit myself, sir. Nothing.

What did you think? It was bound to happen, eventually.

I mean, you throw us down in this pit.

You deprive us of life.

We're all going to go mad, that

our imaginations run riot.

But as you don't understand darkness,

you underestimate its power to make us strong.

Did he have his eyes shined?

Yeah. As a matter of fact, with the daylight on his eyes like a welding torch,

I really don't know what advantage that would be on a planet with three suns.

Do you?

Lets go.

22 years ago?

What?

These coring samples are dated.

Last one's 22 years ago this month.

Great is there something special about that, Carolyn?

I don't know. I could be...

Eclipse.

What are my eyes seeing?

If we need anything from the crash ship,

I suggest we kick on.

That sand cat's solar.

Johns!

How much of the ship did the search

and rescue team find?

Less than half. Fry purged the boosters and the cargo hold

when they entered the atmosphere,

she was probably trying to stabilize their descent.

What else did they find?

Not much.

The grave appears to be a traditional

Muslim burial.

It appears that it could be...

Oh, Jesus. We've got severe lacerations.

Other than the crash site, a blood smear

inside the cargo hold, three dead bodies

and an open grave,

abandoned geological settlement,

and a recently reactivated moisture recovery machine,

that's it.

Is that everything?

Yes.

Bullpen locked down

for immediate inmate transport

to the infirmary.

Preparation for electrochemical reduction of the frontal lobe required.

Lets take it nice and easy.

Guards will be advised to use extreme caution

and authorized to use maximum force.

I'm warning you. In two minutes,

you'll be pissing over yourself,

wishing you got into that bag.

Now get your ass out here!

Come on, shiner.

Come on and...

show me those eyes.

You'd have to come closer.

What'd you say?

I think we just been unduly provoked.

Careful, people.

Look, the investigation was never completed

and all I have are a few bad transmissions from the surface.

We don't have time

for that. This sand storm is right on top of us.

...out of here now!

Damn it! We don't have time for that!

You guys got to get back here.

These people were running from a force 9 sand storm.

They got buried alive, before they could leave the planet.

Then the crash site was buried, as well?

I assume.

Where do you suggest I look for Riddick?

He's adapted beyond your comprehension.

The geological site would probably be a good place to start.

He can sense your mood

just by smelling your pheromons.

Look, I never said it would be easy. That's why I'm paying you to find him.

He can hear your blood

coursing through your veins.

What are you paying?

Bounty is 20 grand alive,

10 grand dead, 5,000 upfront, if you want the job.

He can feel your presence

within half a mile radius.

You want the job?

The man who escaped

from Slam is clearly worth more than 25,000 credits.

Yeah, well, let's double the going rate.

Look that's all there is.

That's it.

Check my vital signs.

Go ahead. Give me a shot.

Huh?

Am I lying?

It's an easy 50 grand, if you ask me.

Cause there ain't nothing that'll survive down there.

Say that without increasing

your blink's permanent ratio.

I know you're lying.

We know he has water,

plenty of meat.

It looks like entire torso...

has been picked clean.

I don't think that at this point

we can look rule out the possibility

of cannibalism.

I don't think that at this point

we can look rule out the possibility of cannibalism.

...possibility of cannibalism...

...possibility of cannibalism...

...possibility of cannibalism...

So tell me what you're hiding.

What am I hiding?

Something that scares the piss out of you.

The elapse time of assault was approximately 18 seconds.

Autopsy reports show that the lead guard was killed

by a shotgun blast to the chest.

Guard two was killed by

a puncture wound through the ear

into the brain cavity, caused most likely by a thumb

or forefinger.

Guard three died of a broken neck.

Guard four died from crushed wind pipe.

The patient escaped along the exact route

he had drawn on the prison schematic,

which for the record

I forwarded it to the prison cell block.

We're all afraid of something. Right?

And more importantly, I have discovered

that the patient's second drawing from aggression

therapy had potentially paranormal qualities.

Now that the patient is lost, no further tests

on this matter are possible.

What are you afraid of?

What are you afraid of?

I know you're afraid of Riddick. You think he's alive,

and you know what he can do to you.

Yeah.

I need another drink.

I'll get it.

And your Scotch.

I say all that,

because as long as there is night,

you won't ever find him.

you won't ever find him!

Information.

Hunter Gratzner Insurance.

Chiroptera Insurance.

Agent for Hunter Gratzner claim.

Connect.

Danny Miller, Claims Department.

Yes. Are you handling the Hunter Gratzner claim?

Yes ma'am. How can I help you?

Can you tell me how much that policy was worth?

Which one?

There were two policies taken on the Hunter Gratzner.

Two?

Yes, ma'am one by Alliance Shipping,

and another by a Mr. Paris Olgilvie.

How much was the second claim worth?

500,000.

How much would it be worth to you,

If I were able to prove the Hunter Gratzner

crash was not an act of God?

That's not something I can discuss over the phone.

This is a secure untraceable line.

Seeing as you could be out 500 grand

just on the second policy alone

I would imagine that 250 would be a reasonable price.

I'm gonna take the job.

Good.

More personal this way...

What are you doing?

What is this place?

Our rec room.

You know this doesn't exactly bode well

for our employer-employee relationship.

You're fired.

If you hadn't noticed, I quit.

I found another employer

who can pay a lot more for my services.

Now you're going to be the most hunted creature

on this planet.

I beg to differ. The most hunted,

that would be Riddick.

Before we commence with the torture

or whatever it is that you have planned for me,

let me ask you something.

What exactly did you expect to gain from this?

Huh?

While you were napping I had the pleasure scanning

through your files from the Hunter Gratzner.

In addition to discovering what a pack rat you are,

I found a great deal of information

that you were planning to withhold from me.

The intelligence interview from doctor

who shined Riddick's eyes.

The transmission from the rescue team

detailing how one of the bodies appeared

to have been consumed.

Maybe I didn't want to scare you away.

Do I look like someone who scares easy?

Yeah, not from here.

I want what you are still hiding from me.

Well, that's the question of the day, isn't it?

What am I hiding from you?

What am I hiding from you?

I really don't think you're in the right position to be playing games with me.

I have an idea.

Why don't you just kiss my ass?

You're not going anywhere until I get what I want.

I don't want to do this, I don't care.

Because eventually I guarantee you

I'll get what I want.

What are you doing?

Put it down.

No, stop it!

Stop, you crazy bitch!

Stop! Okay.

You want it?

You can have it.

I've got a disc right here, right in my pocket.

Just put it down.

Look, I gave you the disc.

Now get me down. And forget about the whole thing.

This better be the coordinates to where Fry dumped Paris's cargo.

I swear to God I'll hunt you down.

What? Coordinates?

What the hell are you talking about?

Do you really think I'm that stupid

to take care of Riddick for you, no questions asked?

So you can scamper back to the planet, dig up a half million loot?

Loot?

I really didn't think you were that stupid.

But you are far more stupid than I ever imagined possible.

You have no idea what's going on here, do you?

No clue.

What is on this disc?

What's on the disc?

You want to know?

You want me to tell you?

All right.

Perfect,

pure darkness.

Everything that you see, feel,

every little sound that you hear

when you walk in the dark.

You're too arrogant to see it.

You think you're so bad?

Did you really think that all that cyber techno crap

is going to make you immortal or something!

Don't you? Well guess again, baby.

Guess again.

Come here.

What good do you really think

that all that garbage is going to do you

when you come face to face

with that thing that killed

those people down there?

You're going to be a big, bad mother then?

Where're you going?

Hey, Paris!

You don't know what's out there.

I know what's in here.

Nice try.

Like I said, I don't scare easy.

Its been a pleasure not doing business with you.

Stay close.

Wait, wait.

Unit Four is sending all...

...files from the cell data bank.

Prepare to receive uploaded transmission.

Abandoned geological outpost T2.

Main data bank.

File Y28/Z16.

File Y29/Z15

File unspecified.

- Come on! - Move!

This can't be happening! This can't be happening

- Get it off me!

You are not afraid of the dark, are you?