All language subtitles for Within.the.Rock.1996

- Dr. Shaw.

I'm very impressed
with your briefing,

however, there are a few points

on which I beg to differ.

Can we take a walk?

- Yes.

- Dr. Shaw, you
may have convinced

our commander-in-chief and
members of the council,

but I want you to know
that I still prefer

the military option.

I mean, we can't rely on
some off earth mining crews

our final line of defense.

We have got to hit
Galileo's Child.

Tactical nukes,
strategic missiles,

blow the sucker out of the air.

- General Hurst,
haven't you read any

of my reports?

Even if we could mass
that amount of fire power,

the resulting asteroid
shower would destroy us.

With a renegade moon this size,

we must divert it
away from earth.

- General, I'm placing
the entire resources

of Nexecon behind this mission.

I was hoping we could
count on your support.

- Well, unlike some of us,

I have no financial ax to grind,

no political favors to carry.

I've been given an order
by my commander-in-chief

and I will carry that
order out for now.

- General, I resent
your accusation.

- Folks, this
conversation is pointless.

Time is on my side.

Now we've got about six months

before this moon is scheduled
to impact the earth.

That's enough time
for you to accomplish

this exercise in futility.

- The decision's
been made, General.

- Yes, I know it has.

And, as usual, I'll sit
back and watch you fail

and then I'll step
in and save the day.

Now if you'll both excuse me.

I must die here, gents.

Need a helicopter, ground
transportation outta here.

- Mr. Isaacs, I can guarantee.

- Dana, don't worry about it.

The nearest mining
platform has been contacted

and is on its way to
intercept Galileo's Child.

I've arranged for you
to take a speed shuttle,

which will get you there
nine weeks from there.

By that time, half the
tunneling should be completed

and you'll supervise the
final phase of the operation.

Are you sure three
tunnels are enough?

- Yes, as long as
they have enough C4

to blow the reactor,
we'll be fine.

- More than enough.

Now once the chargers are set,

you and the crew
will use the rover

to return to the surface

and then evacuate
in a jettison pod.

- And once we're in a
safe orbit, we detonate.

The tunnels will act
like giant exhaust ports,

altering Galileo's course.

We won't fail.

- Failure is not an option.

Now you've got one
of my best crews.

- I know, I've read their files.

Seven personnel in total.

- You'll touch down

and begin tunneling in
approximately 72 hours.

Now, Ryan's been
known to be difficult.

He plays hardball, but
he's agreed to cooperate.

He has asked that
his crew be given

a minimum amount of information
regarding this operation.

- Well, I'm sure under
the circumstances,

he's probably right.

Okay, well,
everything's in order.

I'll leave immediately.

- Excellent, may God's
grace go with you.

- Thank you.

- We're behind, we're
not on schedule.

Look, in the eight
weeks before I arrived,

you were supposed to stick

to these distance targets.

- Look, both of my
crews are busting

their asses out there.

Ad I seriously doubt

that a few yards are
gonna make a big different

in the long run.

- Well, we're supposed to
average 320 yards a day.

Beta crew's short 25 yards.

What's the problem?

- Beats me, Doc.

Might have something to do

with the fact that we
were making premium wages

on minimum hours before
we got volunteered

for this little
field trip of yours.

- Oh, so it's about money?

We have 90 days before
the earth is going

to be destroyed and you're
talking to me about bonuses.

- Like I said, I'll talk
to my guys about it.

Oh, and, uh, in the meantime,

if you have any insights
on drilling techniques

you'd like to share
with me, feel free.

- Let me take a
look at the sonar.

Oh, everything seems
to be working okay.

Cody.

How we doin' Banton?

- Oh, we're doing fine.

It's your brother
who's slowing us down.

He's running about
30 yards short a day.

- What do you expect?

His choice of music sucks.

You can't drill a rock listening

to that classical crap.

Now you pick me a disc
buddy and let's rock.

- Rock head.

Okay, cooling level, check.

Drill speed, check.

Face temperature, check.

Atmosphere, oh, a
little dusty, but hey,

I'm indoors so I
don't give a damn.

- Anyone up for a
came of Battlescarz?

- Check.

Go and get the you know whats

and I'll load her up.

Oh, okay.

- Where are we loaded

and what are we overriding?

- We are bypassing
the closed circuit TV,

microphone and monitors
so we should be good-

- For
a 30-minute game.

- Excellent.

- Okay, victim,
are we ready, huh?

- Just start, okay.

- And now the sweet
smell of victory begins

to drift towards me.

- Dammit.

I have to beat you sometime.

- Not in this lifetime.

Let's face it.

There's nothing you
can't do on the computer,

except beat me.

- I hope your teeth fall out.

- All right.

Wake up you block head.

- Oh, shit.

- I don't know what the
hell is going on in there,

but I'm telling you one thing.

If you guys are in
there jerking off

your computer games

or eating those fruity
little yummy bars,

I'm gonna come in there myself

and I'm gonna whip
you a brand new-

- Um, I'm reading you
loud and clear, Mr. Ryan.

Temporarily line fall
seemed to incapacitate

the monitor to link up.

- Tell it to the pixies, Banton.

Now monitor the drill head

and next time just admit it.

Got it?

- Yes, Mr. Ryan.

- Good, don't forget it.

- Schmuck.

- Beg your pardon?

- Oh, I didn't say
anything, Mr. Ryan.

- Get to work.

- Shit, what the
hell's going on here.

Beta girl, I
want you to hit the drill

at 1900 hours, shift
meeting at 1830.

Mr. Banton, I want
a full system check

on the drill head
during cool down.

You can eat later.

I'll save something for you.

- Tony, I'm shutting
down on three, two, one.

- Here's your second helping.

- Thanks.

- That was, that was
really smooth, man.

You know, maybe by
the time we get done

with this job, you'll
actually put more

than a couple
sentences together.

I just hope you're
making more progress

with your test examples.

- All right,
everybody listen up.

We've been on this
rock, what is it now,

not quite three months

and already we've cut

through 1-3/4 miles of tunnel.

I think you're all aware
of the implications,

the importance of the
work we're doing here

and, needless to say,
I think you're doing

a fantastic job.

I think you'll see how
much I appreciate it

when you get your bonuses.

All right.

- However, I am not
the God of this rock

and Dr. Shaw down here thinks
you call could be doing

a little bit more for the cause.

So, consequently, we
will now be moving

to nine hour shifts.

- That really isn't necessary.

If beta crew would tunnel-

- Sorry to cut you off, Doc,

but you're the one
who voiced a problem.

I've come up with solution,

so there's nothing
left to discuss.

All right, that's the way it is.

Beta crew, you're up.

Luke, Archer, we got
a planet to save.

Let's see the rocks
fly out there.

Before I forget,
anyone take a look

at the genny, it's like
pea soup out there.

- Man, what's the problem
with the generator.

I feel like I'm
sucking sand all shift.

- The problem's the
damn schedule, see.

These machines are
designed to run,

you know, 14 hours a
day max, not 18, not 24.

Generating a cloak
of oxygen over

and around a platform,

it ain't like
boiling the kettle.

It's very, very, very complex.

I'll see what I can do.

- I guess you're feeling
pretty popular now, huh?

- We have to cut
320 yards a day.

- Another hour's
not gonna bother me

and I know Luke
feels the same way.

I just wanna get this
job done and go home.

- Yeah, I'd like to make sure

you got a home to go back to.

- Hey, we're just the muscle.

I mean, Ryan calls the shots.

The word is this whole
job's a scam anyway.

- What?

- Not too healthy.

It ain't the prairies,
but it'll do.

Dammit.

Damn, you scared
the hell outta me.

- Just keeping you
on your toes, bud.

How's it coming?

- It's better than it was.

I adjusted the timing cycle,

I isolated the coolant rods.

Still only running 80%.

- 80% is fine.

If we get before these
atmosphere generators,

you and me are wearing
full containment suits

and we're still cutting
through 250 yards a day.

- Yeah, we got up a half hour

before we went to
bed, too, didn't we?

I gotta go check on the
processors and the conveyors.

- Well, I don't wanna keep you.

- Why don't you kick
them in about 0200.

She should be asleep by then.

So, uh, how's it
going down there?

- Not too hot.

We processed maybe 17
pounds of platinum.

- 17? Is that it?

- Don't blame me.

This moon ain't mining material.

We got low platinum content,

plus, you know, having
to run the processors

on the sly.

We damn sure ain't gonna
break any records on this one.

- Well, it makes you
appreciate how good

we've had it lately, huh?

- I guess Nexecon
thought saving the earth

was the thing to do, huh?

- What are you in dreamland?

Nexecon cut a deal
with the military.

Isaacs gets a
piece of the action

for setting up this
little operation

and when it fails,
which it will,

the military gets reinstated

to do the inevitable,
kaboom, done.

Everybody makes out but us.

- Once again, your
blue collar worker

gets the shaft.

Just the way of
the world, I guess.

- And they expect us
to save it for free.

- I gotta go.

Adversarial
danger, proceed no further.

- What?

- Just checking.

- You wanna let me
know the next time

you're checking the alarm.

- I wasn't checking the alarm,

I was checking to see
if you could still run

with that big fat ass of yours.

- You're really funny, man.

You're killing me, really.

- It's not me
that's killing you,

it's the meatloaf.

- Okay, Luke, four hours to go.

And it seems you're
hitting a dense layer.

I'll bring you up to full speed.

Try the drill first.

If you have no joy, we'll
get Nuke-em out there

to do her stuff.

- Copy that.

It's no good.

We're just grinding
teeth out here.

Give Ryan a call.

- I'm on it.

Switching off the drill.

- 30 minutes to
change the drill head,

how deep's the layer?

- I'd say maybe 7 feet,

but it's extremely dense.

I've never seen
anything like it.

The sonar's only penetrating
the surrounding rock.

- Well, get Nuke-em out there.

She can set the chargers

and blow a 7 foot
seam in 10 minutes.

All right, Luke can continue

with the standard
drill head, all right.

I'm on my way over there now.

- Okay, so I'm gonna lay a ring

of six chargers here.

That'll blow the core and
weaken the surrounding rock.

I'm using a plus 4 charge head,

so that'll definitely get us

the penetration that we need.

- Well, good.

I'm all for a
little penetration.

Well, geez, I hope you didn't
take that the wrong way.

- Nice shootin', Tex.

- Thanks.

- I still don't how
that thing'll work.

- Look, a small
charge in the base

of the drill thread
burrows into the rock.

Once it's in, I
electronically explode

the magnet charge in the center.

- Mm.

- This part goes in,
this part explodes.

Watch.

Fire in the hole.

Toasty.

- What the hell?

- Hey, wait, wait.

Give the oxygen
cloak time to extend.

- What the hell
have we got here?

Holy Christ.

- Oh.

- It's real cold.

- It's metal.

- Not just metal.

Solid platinum.

Gravy train.

- Why have we stopped drilling?

My God.

- Am I crazy or does
that think look like

your mother-in-law?

- My mother-in-law
ain't that cute.

- I got figure
out how to get one

of these panels off.

I think we have to wait for
the drills on these things.

- What is it?

- It looks like a carbon
fossilized life form.

- Human?

- I don't know, but
it's definitely a biped,

but it's got this
over developed system

of armor plates connected
to its skeleton.

And look at that.

See the position of the teeth,

the shape of the jaw.

Yeah, this was carnivore.

Wait, stop, what are you doing?

- We're taking our bonuses.

It's called the
spoils of war, Doc.

- Are you crazy? Stop.

Look, we have to
continue tunneling.

Maybe we can stop
for a few minutes

and document it.

Take samples and
photographs, but that's it.

We have to stay on schedule.

- Yeah, no, no, no,
you don't understand.

If we do stop now, we
take the platinum off

the walls and then we go
back to tunneling, got it?

- This operation is
under my jurisdiction.

You are here to
facilitate my mission

and do your job period.

- Yeah, you wanna
know how I see it?

I didn't ask for this
job in the first place,

and in the end when
we're through dickin'

around on this rock, the
military's just gonna step in

and blow the whole
thing up anyways.

So, I think we
might as well make

a little money along
with everybody else, hmm?

- Well, I don't
know where you got

your information from,

but we examined the
military option.

You see the bomb and balls
brigade didn't have a clue.

They just saw a problem and
they wanted to blow it up,

but they didn't stop to think

about the resulting
asteroid shower.

Chunks of rock the
size of Kansas,

raining down on the earth.

- Ryan never mentioned this.

- Surely that's not
too far over your head.

- The fact that
you're a woman is

the only reason you're
still standing up right now.

What do you got in mind there?

Try me.

All right, one hour.

Then we continue tunneling.

- Shift's over in
an hour and a half.

- Then make it up tomorrow.

Make it up tomorrow.

Archer, do you copy?

Copy.

- Get Cody and get
your asses down here

on the double.

I want you to bring pick
axes and pneumatic drills.

You got it?
- Got it.

- Excellent work, guys.

We're gonna make some
money today, huh?

- Yeah, some more than others.

- Well, I think we
got about 400 pounds.

- That's a lot of shiny shiny.

Even after we've
paid off the grunts.

- Let's go get some chow.

- Yeah, you go on ahead.

Take that.

Get me an accurate total
as soon as you can, right.

- All by your lonesome?

Want some protection?

Want some company?

- No, thank you, I'm fine.

- I was just thinking, um,

you were here, so technically

you're entitled to a
share of the profits.

Do you have any idea
what the market value

of platinum is?

- I suppose if you found
the Dead Sea Scrolls,

you'd use them as toilet paper.

- So pure.

Well, whatever.

You get your photos

and get to discover
a new civilization.

We make a little money.

Everybody goes home happy.

I was just thinking
it might not be

a bad idea for us
to kiss and make up.

Oh.

- Attention, attention
boys and girls.

Shutting down the
atmosphere generator

for the evening.

You got about a
half hour to get in

before breathing
does become a bitch.

Thank you.

- While you guys
was working so hard,

I was creating for
your culinary delight,

I present pan divion
avec palm d'terre.

- Actually it's pan divion
avec palm d'terre puree.

- That's what I said, man.

- Hey, man, I'm not a
big fan of foreign food.

What is it?

- Meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

- Oh, man.
- Come on.

All right,
come on, dig in.

Get it, get it while is hot.

Don't complain, I put
a lot of work in this.

- A spoon.

Thank you.
- You want one?

- Yes.

Whoa, whoa.

Come on ladies,
don't look like that.

I put a lot of work into that.

How hard can it be
to like throw a glove around?

- And the grand total is
340 pounds of platinum.

- All right.
- Not bad.

- We'll divide the hull at
the end of the operation.

Now, unfortunately,
back to business.

All right, last
shift, alpha crew.

Cody, Banton, 160 yards.

Beta crew, Luke, Archer, 140.

Better watch your back, Cody,

little brother's catching up.

- Yeah, the sooner we get done

with this job, the
sooner we get off

this stinkin' platform.

Oh, you'd like
that, wouldn't you?

- You're damn right I would.

- Good.

As of tomorrow,
alpha crew will move

to an extra hour per shift.

That ought to help you get off

this stinkin' platform
a little sooner.

And I'm sure Dr. Shaw will
appreciate your dedication.

- Oh, nice going, Cody.

That's a 10-hour shift, man.

Like I don't spend enough time

in that room already.

- Give me a break, Banton.

What else do you have
to do besides sleeping

and jerking off?

And don't talk to me
about 10-hour shifts, pal.

I'm carrying the drill.

Calm down, girls.

- We want off this
stinkin' rock, too.

- Brotherly solidarity.

Well, Luke, my friend,
your wish is my command.

10-hour shifts all around.

- Okay, you need to place

your charges around
the perimeter

of the reactor at
approximately this height

and the confinement
of the tunnel walls

will concentrate the
power of the explosion,

generating enough kinetic energy

to alter this moon's course.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah, it should miss the earth

by about 75,000 miles.

- 75,000 miles.

Well, that's a pretty safe miss.

- Hardly.

You see, the problem's
one of scale.

If Galileo's Child passes
too close to the earth,

the effects will
be catastrophic.

- Wait, wait, wait.

What exactly do you
mean by catastrophic?

- Okay, the same way
a speed boat creates

a wake through water,

the moon's path creates
a wake through space.

We call it gravitational
displacement.

Any closer and it will
cause tidal waves,

volcanic eruptions, shifts
in the polarized faults-

- Okay, okay, you
make your point, Doc.

Do the rest of the
crew know about this?

- Would it make a difference?

- What about Ryan
and his theories?

- Well, I wouldn't
dignify Ryan's greed

with the word theories.

I mean, even in the
face of global disaster,

all he sees is that someone's
trying to make a buck.

- All Ryan can see is money.

All I can see is faces.

My mother, father,
brothers and friends.

- It's not over yet, Nuke-em.

We still have time.

- Samantha.

Samantha.

Nuke-em thing's just something

to keep the jocks at bay.

- What do you mean?

- As Samantha Rogers,
I'm just a woman.

Another easy target.

Nuke-em gives me shield.

She commands respect.

Sometimes being her
is the only thing

that gets me through the day.

- We still have time.

Trust me.

Where you headed?

- Headed to check on the
atmosphere generator.

We've been pushing
it way too hard,

working all these extra hours.

We gotta shut it
down a couple shifts

or we're gonna kill it.

- No, no, no, no, we
don't shut it down.

We overhaul the system.

- What?

- What's hard to understand
about that Potter?

Overhaul it.

- Overhaul the system, Potter.

Blaster ain't gonna do dick.

Screw this.

Automatic set up.

6 a.m.

- It is entirely
too early for this.

- I'll go cut the drill.

Should be ready in
about 10 minutes.

- 10 hours and nobody to
play Battlescarz with.

- I didn't even hear it Banton,

now get in the control room.

- Good morning.

Oh, I guess the
photos weren't enough.

She done gone for the bones.

She's all yours.

Stripped to clean.

- Hey, Banton, you there?

- Yeah, where else would I be?

How we doing?

- Listen, I'm ready here.

Could you fire up
the drill head?

- Will do.

Starting on three, two, one.

- Another day of fun and frolic.

- Cody.

Talk to me.

- Hey, I'm sorry
about yesterday.

- Man, don't worry about it.

You just keep it loud
and I am digging proud.

- You got it.

What the hell is?

- Cody, hang up the drill

and get in here right away.

The generator's down.

Now you tell me.

It's like breathing
turb out here.

- God, I can't believe this man.

I had no money in
this equipment.

- All right,
everybody, heads up.

Here's the deal.

Until repairs are completed,

we're gonna be tunneling
the old fashioned way

with atmosphere masks.

- Great.

Goldfish bowl time.

- I don't wanna hear it.

We got a schedule to keep
and we're gonna stay on it.

I got Banton working
on the generator,

so, Archer, I need
you covering Cody

in the control room.

- That's a double shift.

- That's right.

How will this
affect our timetable?

- It won't.

Once you guys are used
to wearing the masks,

we'll be fine.

- Give me that thing.

All right, Ben, get to
work on that exhaust line.

Move the couplings, the ware
and rack and everything.

I'm gonna be walking up and down

this tunnel picking up parts.

Get on with it.

- Will do.

What have we got here?

Ah.

All right, there we go, okay.

Oh, man, this thing looks fried.

- Fused master board, huh?

Might as well replace
the whole thing.

You okay with that?

- Yeah, sure, it's no problem.

- I'm gonna go
check on the core.

- Okay, one hour to go.

You're up to 170 yards

in nine hours.

Maybe we shouldn't tell Ryan.

He may never get
the generator fixed.

He'll have you wearing an
atmosphere mask all the time.

- One hour to go, huh?

Why don't you speed her up 20%.

Bring out the disc.

- The disc?

- Fire it up, Archer!

- Ah.

- Ah, ha, ha, ha!

- Okay, all right, yeah.

Hey, Potter, the
exhaust is replaced.

I'm about ready for some food.

How's it going in there?

Potter, you're
leaking core coolant

all over the ground.

What's going on?

You taking a nap
in there or what?

Ah, ah, ah!

- Hey, shut her down, Archer.

- All right.

- Meatloaf and mashed
potatoes, sorry.

So what's the deal
with the generator?

- I would assume
since they're not here

that Banton and Potter are
still working on it, right?

- Guess word of
Potter's favorite

has filtered its way to
the back of the platform.

- Got your snapshots
developed, let's have a look.

- I hope your hands are clean.

- Picture may be worth
a thousand words,

but to own the object
of one's desire

like your little
fossilized friend here.

That can be worth
more than words, huh?

- I'd love to sit here
and chat with you,

but I was just leaving

and you're in my way.

- Oh, you're a tough nut
to crack, aren't you, Doc?

You know what?

We don't have to be on
opposite sides here.

We're not that different when
you come right down to it.

We each have our passions.

And the fact that you're a woman

and I'm a man.

That doesn't have to be
such a bad difference

if you think about it.

- I don't wanna think about it.

- Got something to say?

- Nothing you'd wanna hear.

- Why don't you let me
be the judge of that.

- Yeah, and go on 11-hour
shifts? No thanks.

- Off the record.

- Off the record.

I think you're
out of your depth.

I mean, one minute
you're striking at her

like a rattlesnake.

The next you're trying to stick

your tongue down her throat.

She doesn't like you.

I don't think anybody likes you.

- It's a good thing
it doesn't matter

what the hell you think.

'Cause you're just
a grunt, right?

And all you'll
ever be is a grunt.

You have a shot, but
you screwed it up,

so you'll probably be
carrying that drill

till the day you die.

Chances are I'll be watching.

Back on record.

Now go clean up.

- And time for morning
lesson, Mr. Honor Student.

- I'm ready when you are.

- Okay, you have a
cooling reading of 35%.

In the face, you're showing
signs of carbon residue.

- What's my drill speed?

16,000
rems per minute

with a barker in key drill.

- Check my scan for density.

Open up the magna jets and
increase to 20,000 rems.

- Good, and?

- Switch on the
CO2 heads in case

of friction emission.

- Excellent, now
what's the safety spec

on using compound drill heads.
- What, what?

- Come on, you know this.

- Oh, my God.

- What the hell is going on?

It got him.

- Wait a minute, wait a
minute what's got who?

- Some kind of animal.

At the face, it's got Luke.

- Kill the drill, Archer.

Christ almighty.

No penetration, not
a single bullet.

It ricocheted right off him.

What the
hell is this thing?

- Count off.

- Get inside.

Be my guest.

- There's no sign of them
on any of the monitors.

- We should have
heard from him by now.

I think we should assume
it got Potter and Banton.

- And Ryan?

- Definitely Ryan.

- Seven years I've been
working on platforms.

Nothing like this
has ever happened.

I mean that thing had to
be at least 8 feet tall

and it's teeth were like-

- I know, I got a
really good look at it.

- I don't get it.

When we scanned this rock

there was no sign
of indigenous life.

That thing shouldn't be here.

- You wanna go outside

and tell it that, Archer?

- Animal life.

Hell, this thing
looked like an animal,

but it didn't move like one.

I mean, it moved like a-

- Like a man.
- Yeah.

What about it's skin?

- Well, it looked
like worn leather,

but it had these-

- Boney plates connected
to its skeleton.

- You know for somebody
that wasn't there,

you sure seem to know an
awful lot about this thing.

- You wanna tell us
what this thing is.

- So let me get this straight.

That thing running
around out there,

that's the dried out old
bones from the chamber?

- Well, the creature that
you described to me has

the same
characteristics, I just,

well, I didn't make the
connection until right now.

- What connection?

- Something Ryan said to me.

I think he thought that I took

the fossil from the chamber.

- Come on, that was just bones.

I mean, it was dead.

- Well, it's alive now.

- Maybe, maybe it was a tomb

and we desecrated it.

You know, like in "The Mummy."

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, now, maybe he's right.

We altered something in there.

That creature must
have been hibernating

and we went in there and
we changed the atmosphere,

the pressure and we woke it up.

- Well, if that was the case,

then we would have seen it.

I mean, we were in
that chamber for what,

an hour and a half.

- Yeah, but when
we broke in there

we flooded it with oxygen.

And it obviously didn't
regenerate itself

till after the
processor shut down,

so it thrives in a
nitrogen-based atmosphere.

- Nitrogen.

- Okay, great, so
now what do we do?

- Repair the generator,
bring back the oxygen.

- There are three people

that can fix that generator.

Potter, Banton and Ryan.

They're dead.

- Come on, maybe we
can see from control.

What is it doing?

It knows we're in here.

- We gotta kill this thing.

- Kill it?

I'll blow the shit out of it.

- What have you got?

- Compression charges,
molecule charges,

shape charges, primer
cord, toluene discs,

a butt load of plastic,

radio dets, vibration dets,

mercury switches,
temperature switches

and a little cocktail
of my own concoction,

guaranteed to cause
utter devastation.

It's an encased nitrogen
reacting plastic.

You got about 10 seconds
after its fired and opened

and then adios muchachos.

- How accurate is it?

- If you get that thing to
stand still long enough,

I can shoot if
from about 40 feet.

- That's too close.

One miss and you're dog meat.

- Then I won't miss

and you're gonna have
to keep him occupied.

I'll go prep and load up.

- Looks like we're
going fishing.

- The question is which one

of us is gonna be the bait?

- Hey, Archer, what are
you doing back there?

I can't believe
that guy's hungry.

- You know, maybe he's got

the right idea.

We're gonna need the energy.

Archer, whatever you're fixing,

make enough for everyone.

So what are we gonna
use for protection?

- I got Nuke-em's drill gun.

- I'm set.

What's going on in here?

- Ooh.

Sorry, you guys.

- Nice going.

- What exactly's in that?

- It was a Spanish
omelet, mushrooms, onions.

- No, no, what's in the
extinguisher, Nuke-em?

- Ammonium phosphate base,

carbon dioxide propellant.

- There's your protection.

- A fire extinguisher?

- Our friend breathes nitrogen.

It can't breathe
the carbon dioxide

in our atmosphere.

- Choke it on-
- CO2.

Are you
sure about this, Doc?

- Of course she's sure.

- Well, then why
don't you be the bait?

- That's not exactly
what I meant.

- I'll do it.

- Yeah?

- I always like fishing anyway.

- Hey, what's this?

I didn't know you
were into computers.

- I'm not.

- Well, this is program code.

It ain't what you'd
call user friendly,

but it's definitely
a primitive form

of digital binary code.

Where'd you get this?

- I copied it from the
walls of the chamber.

- Okay, and now we run
this through a descrambler.

It might be a
little hit and miss,

some of the codes
were different.

The descrambler will
re-sort the data

and recode it into
readable text.

Here we go.

- Oh, wow.

Maybe this'll let us know

a little bit more about
our friend out there.

- Archer?

- You don't wanna know.

The inscription is both tribute

and a warning from
the people who caught

and trapped that thing outside.

They called it vortous.

To them it was an
angel of death.

The last survivor of
an ancient species

or just some terrible
freak of nature.

They didn't know.

All they knew was what it did.

- What did it do?

- Harvest them.

Roaming their world
like a plague on legs,

killing them, burying them.

- Burying them?
- What the hell for?

- To let them ripen.

- It's a carrionator.
- A what?

- It feeds only on
dead, rotting flesh.

- Great.
- Oh, it gets better.

- It would return to
its killing grounds

and feed on the
decaying corpses.

Well, how did
it get stuck in the box?

- A trap.
- Trap.

- They built it
with their strongest

and most valuable resources,

platinum and vanadium.

Oh, then baited it.

- Oh, God.

- 10 volunteers, they
took their own lives

and their corpses were
placed in the room.

The creature,
attracted by the stench

of rotting flesh was
lured inside and trapped.

Then the chamber was
jettisoned into space.

- Floating through space

for millions of years.

And then after time,

pieces of rock would
adhere to it surface.

- So Galileo's Child
isn't really a moon.

It's more a sort of
floating Alcatraz.

- We gave this thing parole.

- Yeah, well, now it's
time to give it the chair.

- Hey, Archer, do you
see anything out there?

- It's all pretty quiet.

- Go ahead.

All right, Luke, it's all yours.

Later big brother.

- Get outta here.

- Archer, anything?

- Nothing here.

- I don't know about you
guys, but I'm freezing.

- Luke!

- Luke, use the CO2!

- Blast it.

- Get outta here!
- What about you?

- Get the fire!

- Stay down.

Come on, Cody.

- I can't.

- Cody, come on.

- Fire! Fire now!

- You missed.

- No, I didn't.

Hit the deck.

- You guys okay?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

- I'm gonna go check
out the damage.

- Hey, give me a hand with
this thing, Luke, huh?

- Yeah, sure.

Stay here.

- Cody, get up, get up, come on.

Come on.

Where's Nuke-em?

- He got her, she's dead.

- Come on, Cody.

Come on.

- You're going down.

- Cody.

- I, I gotta find Luke.

- This one's for Nuke-em.

- I gotta see Luke.

- No, no.

- I gotta see Luke.

I vote we get
the hell off this rock now.

We can't go anywhere
until we're finished.

This isn't just about us.

- What happens if
we set the charges

and leave now?

- I don't know.

Two tunnels may be enough.

I need time to figure
out a new trajectory.

- We don't have time.

If I was to show you how
to set those charges,

would you be able to place them?

- Yeah.

- All right.

And, uh, you do that
and then you and I

are gonna go out
and prep that rover.

I just gotta check
the light systems

and the battery.

- Go outside?

- Archer, don't get
flaky on me now.

I need you to watch my back.

- It's dark in here.

- Listen, Archer, any
sign of that creature

you blast it with the CO2

and we get our
asses back in here.

- I wasn't gonna
ask it to dance.

- All right?
- Let's go.

- Let's go, I'm behind you.

- 64.

Set detonator.

- Oh, my God.

- Sorry.

- It was Ryan.
- But he's dead.

- Obviously not that dead.

- Dr. Shaw.

Dr. Shaw, are you there?

- Yeah, I'm here.

- Can you check the
containment bay, please?

- Yeah, tell me where
it is and I will.

It's directly
to your right.

It's marked Sea Bay OR.

- Okay, give me a sec.

Uh, gray door, yellow writing.

- That's it.

- It's empty.

- Shit.

- What's the problem?

- Platinum's gone,
so's the rover.

Ryan's not dead.

He sold us out and
he made a run for it.

Meet and debrief
in five minutes.

- I'm there.

- Cody, take a look.

- Looks like old Ryan
didn't make it too far.

Archer, why don't you move over

to the driver's side over there

and work the ignition
when I tell you.

I just gotta fix this
connection down here.

Come on.

We got it. We're outta here.

Archer!

Come on!

- Screw you!

You didn't think I was
gonna leave you, did you?

- We found the rover.

- Where's Archer,
he's dead, isn't he?

- Hell, no, he's
right behind me.

I'm surprised he can
walk with balls that big.

- Then let's get
the hell outta here.

- It's not good.

Ryan tried.

He didn't get 200 yards.

- Look, if it's any help,

I've figured out that
what we've tunneled

will be enough.

- At least that's one
worry off our backs.

- As long as we detonate
within two hours.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Look, with the
reduction in volume,

we've got not choice.

- Any idea how
we're gonna do this?

- Yeah.

We got one more thing

that can kill this bastard.

- Drill head.

- Right.

We get that thing
against the face,

we can drill right through it.

How we doing on CO2?

- Two extinguishers.

- Shit.

That's not enough.

- But if we can
get it to the face,

we can keep it there
with the cooling jets

from the drill head.

They're carbon dioxide.

All we need to do
is direct them out.

- All right.

You run the drill from control.

I'll maneuver the arm outside.

- Question is how do we get all

the ugly to the face within

the next two hours?

- Listen, this thing's smart,

but it's not killing us for fun.

It's an animal.

It's territorial

and it goes where
the feeding's good.

If we're out there, it'll show.

- Then let's go.

- Cody, how long you got?

- About another
five minutes, you?

- I'm going visual now.

Cody, we got a visitor.

- I'm not ready!

Where exactly is it?

- Back of the platform,
left side near

the atmosphere generator,
moving along the wall.

- You tell me the second
it passes that generator.

Dr. Shaw!

Archer, Archer,
can you see Dana?

- What?

Geez, she's heading
straight towards it.

- God.

Sorry, Cody.

- It was my fault, my fault.

- I thought you were the...

- It's okay.

Let's get back to
the drill face.

Archer?

We're expecting company buddy.

Fire up the drill head

and turn on the exterior lights.

Go!

Dana, take the drill.

Come on, get it.

- You have to get it right
in front of the drill.

- Get over!

Come on!

Come on.

Archer, now!

- Wait, Cody, get out of there.

- We have to drill it closer.

We have to get it closer.

That's close enough.

That's close enough!

- I didn't do anything.

- You thought it was all over
between us, didn't you, Doc?

Huh, well, guess again.

Come on, Cody.

Big man, huh?

- Cody!

- That's 100% full drill speed,

now gut the bastard!

Son of a bitch!

- Oh, man.

Let's go home.

God, I hope this thing
gets us to the surface.

- It better.

We've got 45 minutes
till detonation.

- Come on!

Let's move it!

- Shutting down in five,
four, three, two one.

There's Galileo's child.

We can monitor its
changing trajectory

from here hopefully.

- This is your baby.

- This one's for Mother Earth.

- It's altering course.

- You did it.

- No, we did it.

We all did it.

- Since we're
gonna stuck up here

till help arrives,

either of you two know
how to play Battlescarz?

- No, but I have
a feeling we will.

♪ If you're looking
for a new way out ♪

♪ Don't get down ♪

♪ Deep inside you
scream and shout ♪

♪ But make no sound she said ♪

♪ There's a message for you ♪

♪ Read between the lines ♪

♪ Give no explanation ♪

♪ For your virtual
crime violation ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Just like standing
but I'm falling down ♪

♪ Inside my head ♪

♪ I close my eyes until
I hit the ground ♪

♪ And then she said, she said ♪

♪ Can you understand it ♪

♪ The point of view ♪

♪ Would you abandon ♪

♪ What they expect from you ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Round and round ♪

♪ And got to get
you out my head ♪

♪ I'm going down ♪

♪ I'm hanging on the very edge ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Violation ♪

♪ Violation ♪