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They say most of your brain
shuts down in cryo-sleep.

All but the primitive side,

the animal side.

No wonder I'm still awake.

Transporting me with civilians.

Sounded like 40, 40-plus.

Heard an Arab voice,

some hoodoo holy man,

probably on his
way to New Mecca.

But what route?

What route?

Smelled a woman.

Sweat, boots,
tool belt, leather.

Prospector type.

Free settlers.

And they only take
the back roads.

And here's my real problem.

Mr. Johns,

the blue-eyed devil.

Planning on taking
me back to slam,

only this time he
picked a ghost lane.

A long time between stops.

A long time for
something to go wrong.

Why did I fall on you?

He's dead.

The captain's dead.

I was looking right at him.

The chrono shows
we are 22 weeks out

so gravity was not supposed
to kick in for another 19.

Why'd I fall at all?

Did you hear what I said?

The captain's dead.

1550 millibars,

dropping 20 mb per minute.

Shit! We're hemorrhaging air.
Something took a swipe at us.

Come on. Just tell me
we're still in the shipping lane.

Just show me all
those stars. Come on!

Those big, bright...

What?

This is an emergency dispatch
from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner

en route to the Tangier system

with 40 commercial
passengers on board.

We have been knocked
out of our shipping lane

and are entering
the atmosphere of

a planetary body
in this position,

X-38-stroke-5,

Y-95-stroke-8, Z-21.

Fry, where the hell's our comms?

Rate of descent
beyond known limits.

They trained you
for this, Fry, right?

Deploy lower air brakes now.

Center of gravity too far aft.

Recommend purging ballast now.

What the...
Was that a purge, Fry?

Too heavy in the ass.
I can't get my fucking nose down.

Crisis program selected number
two because it shows some oxygen.

Maximum terrain 220
meters over mean surface,

largely cinder and gypsum
with some evaporite deposits.

What the hell are you doing?

I gotta drop more load.

I tried everything else.
I still got no horizon.

Better try everything twice,
‘cause we don't just flush out...

If you know something I don't,
get up here and take the chair.

Company says we are responsible

for every single
one of those people.

What, we both die out
of sheer fucking nobility?

Don't you touch
that handle, Fry!

I'm not gonna die for them.

Air-lock doors not secure.

Owens!

Seventy seconds, Fry.

You still have 70 seconds
to level this beast out.

- Shit. Shit!
- Air lock doors now.

Air-lock doors not secure.

What the fuck is
happening up there?

Imam?

Zeke?

Somebody's gonna get
hurt one of these days.

It ain't gonna be me.

Here, Shazza.

So I guess something went wrong.

I'm sorry.

Get it out of me!

Don't touch it!

Don't you touch that handle!

Get it out of him!

No, it's too close to his heart.

There's Anestaphine in the
med-lock in the back of the cabin.

Not anymore, there's not.

Get out of here, everyone.

Get out of here.

That'll teach me
for flying coach.

Interesting.

Is anyone else having
difficulties breathing?

Yeah, I feel one
lung short. All of us.

I feel like I just
ran or something.

There was talk of a scouting
party looking for other people,

but then we saw this.

What the bloody hell happened?

It could have been
a meteor storm.

Might have been a rogue comet.

I don't know.

, for one,
am thoroughly grateful.

This beast wasn't made to land like this,
but I think you did well.

Actually, the only reason
we're alive is because of her.

Yes, I suppose you're right.
Thanks very much.

Yeah, thanks for
saving our dicks.

No, really. Thanks awfully.

Well done.

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.

The whole bloody container's
upside down. It's all Topsy-turvy.

Thank God it's not a total loss.

Booze?

This is what you have to drink?

I'll need a receipt for that,

for all of these.
This is my personal stuff.

I don't suppose this
will help you at all.

Unfortunately it is not permitted,
especially while on hajj.

You do realize there's
no water, don't you?

All deserts have water.

It only waits to be found.

I hope you're right.

All the more for me then.

Motherfucker.

What the hell are these?

Maratha war picks
from northern India.

- Very rare.
- And this?

That's a hunting blow-dart pipe
from northern Papua New Guinea.

That's very, very rare
since the tribe is now extinct.

They couldn't hunt shit with
these things, would be my guess.

What's the point anyway?
If the man is gone, he's gone.

Why should he bother us?

Maybe to take what you got.

Maybe to work your nerves.

Or maybe to just come back
and skull-fuck you in your sleep.

He sounds like a charmer.

For you.

Let's just get... Here we go.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Imam, if we're looking for water,
we should leave soon,

before nightfall,
while it's cooler.

Ali.

Excuse me.

I think you should see this.

Three suns?

Bloody hell.

So much for your nightfall.

So much for my cocktail hour.

We take this as a good sign.

A path, direction from Allah.

Blue sun, blue water.

Ever wondered
why I'm an atheist?

It's a bit of a bad sign.
That's Riddick's direction.

I thought you found his restraints
over there, towards sunset.

Right. Which means he
went towards sunrise.

Zeke.

Fully loaded clip. Safety's on.

One shot if you spot him, okay?

Don't tell me you're going, too.

Yeah.

What happens if
Mr. Riddick spots us first?

There'll be no shots.

Quiet!

Seven stones to keep
the devil at bay.

You're on a trip to
New Mecca, right?

Once in every lifetime,
should there be a great hajj.

A great pilgrimage.

To get to know Allah better?
Yes,

but to know yourself, as well.

Yeah.

We are all on the same haijj now.

Sorry.

So did you see anything?

No Riddick.

Trees, and trees mean water.

You comfy up there?

You can do without necessities,

provided you have the luxuries.

Just keep your bloody eyes open.

I don't want that dog
sneaking up on my bloody ass.

Yes, well, you dig the graves.

I'll hold the fort, old boy.

Christ!

He could probably get you
right here, under the jaw,

and you'd never hear him coming,

‘cause that's how
good Riddick is.

Did you run away
from your parents

or did they run away from you?

It's a communal
graveyard, perhaps,

like the elephants of Earth.

He asks what could have
killed so many great things.

Is this whole planet dead?

Drink?

Probably shouldn't do this.
It dehydrates you even more.

You're probably right.

You could have stayed back at
the ship. Probably should've.

If we don't find water,
you know what happens.

I wanted to get away.

I've never seen a captain
so ready to leave her ship.

I think we should keep moving.

What did Owens mean

about not touching the handle?

It's just between you
and me, Carolyn. I promise.

I'm not your captain.

During the landing,
when things were at their worst,

Owens was at his best.

He stopped the docking pilot
from dumping the main cabin.

The passengers.

And the docking pilot being?

I guess I'm a little more
glad to be here than I thought.

Hassan. Suleiman.

Captain.

Is there anyone here?

There was water here.

Lights?

Lights on?

Okay.

They are saying God is great.

Allahu Akbar. Yes.

This is the source of the water.

No darkness.

No lights because no darkness.

Hello, Mecca!

Tell me that was you just now.

What are you going on about?

He's been right here helping me.

Back of the ship. That noise.

You trying to tell me
that was someone else?

No!

Oh, my God.

I thought I was the only one
who got out of the crash alive.

Christ!

It was somebody else.

It was just somebody
else from the crash!

Crikey. I thought it was him.

I thought it was Riddick.

No juice.

It looks like it's
been laid up for years.

We might be able
to adapt it to...

Shut up.

Sorry. I thought
I heard something.

Like what?

Gunshots.

Zeke!

Piece of shit!

What did you do to Zeke?

What did you do to him?
Just kill him.

Just somebody goddamn
kill him before he...

So where's the body?

Well, do you want to
tell me about the sounds?

Look, you told Johns
you heard something.

That's fine.

You don't want to talk to me,
that's your choice, but just so you know

there's a debate as to whether

we should leave you here to die.

You mean the whispers?

What whispers?

Telling me to go for the sweet
spot just to the left of the spine,

fourth lumbar down,

the abdominal aorta.

It's a metallic taste,
human blood.

Copperish.

If you cut it with peppermint schnapps,
it goes away...

Do you want to shock
me with the truth now?

All you people are
so scared of me.

Most days, I'd take
that as a compliment.

But it ain't me you
gotta worry about now.

Show me your eyes, Riddick.

You'd have to come
a lot closer for that.

Closer.

Where the hell can
I get eyes like that?

You gotta kill a few people.

Okay, I can do it.

Then you gotta
get sent to a slam

where they tell you you'll
never see daylight again.

You dig up a doctor

and you pay him 20 menthol Kools

to do a surgical shine
job on your eyeballs.

So you can see who's
sneaking up on you in the dark?

- Exactly.
- Leave!

Leave.

Cute kid.

Did I kill a few people?

Sure.

Did I kill Zeke?

No.

You got the wrong killer.

He's not in the hole. We looked.

Look deeper.

Let me tell you what
I think happened.

I think he went off on the guy,
buried him in the hills.

Now he's got you believing
there's something there.

Well, let's just be sure.

Look, murders aside,

Riddick belongs in the
asshole hall of fame.

He loves to jaw-jack and
loves to make you feel afraid,

because that's all he has.
You're playing right into it.

I don't even know why I
try to explain this to you.

You're a cop. For God's sake,
we've got to find his body.

Hey! I'll go.

- Look, no one is going.
- Stay here.

Look, being ballsy
with your life

doesn't change what came before.
It's stupid.

What, do you think I'm
trying to prove something?

Well, are you?

They're hollow.

I'm in here!

I'm in here. I'm inside!

I thought I heard something.

Please, can you hear me?

Help me.

Give me your goddamn hand.

I heard you, Fry.
I heard you first.

- Come on.
- Fry, are you okay?

What's down there? What is it?

- Did you find Zeke?
- You're all right.

Fry, are you okay?

- Okay.
- Fuck!

That was so fucking stupid.

I don't know what
the fuck is in there,

but whatever it is, it got
Zeke and it nearly got me!

Get it off me!

Get it off me!

Watch it. Watch your head.

Finally found something
worse than me, huh?

So here's the deal.

You work without chains,
without bit, and without shivs.

You do what I say,
when I say it.

For what?

The honor of going back to
some asshole of a cell? Fuck you.

The truth is...

I'm tired of chasing you.

Are you saying
you'd cut me loose?

I'm thinking you could
have died in the crash.

My recommendation. Do me.

Don't take the chance that I'll get
shiv-happy on your wanna-be ass.

Okay.

Ghost me, motherfucker.
That's what I'd do to you.

I want you to
remember this moment.

The way it could
have gone and didn't.

Here.

- Take it easy.
- Fuck you!

Do we have a deal?

I want you to
remember this moment.

- Just one?
- For now.

Click your fingers,
and he's one of us now?

I didn't say that,

but at least this way,
I don't have to worry about y'all

falling asleep
and not waking up.

So, can I talk to him now?

No.

Blast.

Paris P. Ogilvie.

Antiquities dealer,
entrepreneur.

Richard B. Riddick.

Escaped convict, murderer.

That's... That's a
particularly good Shiraz.

It's... It's a lovely drop.

It's... It's very expensive.

By all means,
please help yourself.

I mean, normally I can
appreciate antiques.

But this, this is
something else.

It'll work.

It's nothing we can't repair,

so long as the
electrical adapts.

Well, it's not a star-jumper.

It doesn't need to be.

Take a two-seater
like this back up

to the Sol-Track shipping lanes.

Stick out her thumb,
bound to get picked up.

Ain't that right, captain?

Can I have a little help here?

I got it. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do me a favor.

Check these containers
out and, uh,

see what we can patch
these wings up with.

All right?

Insha Allah!

All right, all right. My turn.

Are you all right?

Okay.

And we are getting there.

So we've got enough
power for a sys-check,

but we'll still need more cells.

How many are we talking about?

Um.

Let's see, we got a 90-gig draw.

The other ship
takes 20-gig cells.

That would be five.

Five total to launch.

35 kilos each, huh? Fuck.

Well, that's pretty heavy.

Well, you know that
old sand cat out there?

- Mmm-hmm.
- I might be able to get it going.

Yeah. Do it if you can,
but if you need a hand...

Where did Riddick go?

Let's go.

You're missing the party.
Come on, boy.

You're missing the party.
Come on.

Oh, man.

All praises be Allah,
for his many blessings to us.

What?

It's the winner of
the look-alike contest.

Who were these people, miners?

Looks like geologists.

An advance team,
moves around from rock to rock.

Nice of them to leave
so much stuff here.

Why'd they leave their ship?

It's not a ship, it's a skiff.
And it's disposable, really.

It's more like an
emergency life raft, right?

Yeah, they probably had a big
drop ship take them off planet.

These people didn't leave.
Come on.

Whoever got Zeke got them.
They're all dead.

You don't really think they left
with their clothes on the hooks,

photos on the shelves.

Maybe they had weight limits.
You don't know.

I know you don't prep
your emergency ship

unless there's a
fucking emergency.

- He's fucking right.
- Watch your mouth.

He's just saying
what we're all thinking.

So what happened?
Where are they?

Has anyone seen the
little one? Ali?

Has anyone checked
the coring room?

Ali.

Come on.

- Slowly.
- Jack, wait. Wait!

Ali? Ali?

Ali?

Imam?

Imam?

Other buildings weren't secure,

so they ran here.

Heaviest doors.

Thought they'd be safe inside,

but they forgot to
lock the cellar.

Here.

What, it's broken?

No. There's still a few hits.

Actually, you asshole,
I'm trying to say that I'm sorry.

Okay, let's board this place
up and get the hell out of here.

Whatever the fuck
those things were,

they seem to stick to darkness.

So, if we stick to daylight,
we should be all right, okay?

- Let's go.
- Twenty-two years ago.

What?

These coring samples are dated.

Last one's 22 years
ago this month.

Is there something special
about that, Carolyn?

I don't know.

There could be.

An eclipse.

You're not afraid of
the dark, are you?

So we gotta get the power cells.

I've still gotta check the
hull and patch the wings.

Wait on the power cells.

Until it's too dark to get back?

We don't know when it'll happen.

Let's not get overexcited.

Just get the fucking cells here, Johns.
What is the discussion?

Maybe I should tell you
how Riddick escaped.

He can pilot?

He hijacked a prison transport,

made a run before
I tracked him down.

Okay, maybe that's a good thing.

We can use him to
help us navigate.

He also figured out
how to kill the pilot.

You told me we could trust him.

You said that we
had a deal, Johns.

You may have noticed that
chains don't work on this guy.

The only way you people are safe

is if he believes
he's going free.

Let's say he stops believing...

You mean if he realizes
we'll fuck him over.

Just listen to me for a second.

If we bring the cells up
at the last possible minute

when the wings are ready
and we're ready to launch...

He hasn't harmed any of us.
He hasn't even lied to us.

Let's just stick to the deal.

He's a killer.

The law says he
has to do his bid.

There's nothing I
can do about that.

You hear me?

You're dancing on
razor blades here.

I'm not gonna give him a
chance to grab another ship

or slash another pilot's throat.

Not on my watch.

Bad sign.

Shaking like that in this heat.

I thought I said no shivs.

This?

This is just a personal
grooming appliance.

Thanking you.

Looks like we're a few shy.

Power cells.

They're coming.

It's strange, not doing a
run-up on the main drive yet.

Unless...

Unless he told you

the particulars of my escape.

I got the quick
and ugly version.

You're worried about
a repeat of history.

It has entered our minds.

I asked what you thought.

You scare me, Riddick.
That's what you want to hear, isn't it?

Now can I just get back to work?

I've been meaning to
catch up with you alone,

unrestrained.

Do you think...

You think Johns

is a do-right man? Think I
can trust him to cut me loose?

Why? What did you hear?

Well,

guess if it were trickeration,
he'd just "X" me out, huh?

He'd kill me.

Then again,

I am worth twice as much alive.

Oh, you didn't know that?

Your Johns ain't a cop.

He's got that
nickel-slick badge,

and that blue uniform,

but he's just a merc.

And I'm just a payday.

That's why he
won't kill me, see?

- The creed is greed.
- Don't waste my time.

We're not gonna turn on each other,
no matter how hard you try.

I don't know what's gonna happen
when the lights go out, Carolyn.

But I do know once
the dying starts

this little psycho-fuck family
of ours is gonna rip itself apart.

Ever wonder why
Johns shakes like that?

Ask him.

Ask why your crew pal had to
scream so painfully before he died.

So who are you, really?

You're not a cop, are you?

I never said I was.

No, you didn't.

You never said you
were a hype, either.

You have caffeine
in the morning,

I have a little morphine.
So what?

You got two mornings every day.
Wow, you were born lucky.

It's not a problem unless...

No, it becomes a problem

when you let
Owens die like that.

We have enough drugs here to
knock out a fucking mule team.

Owens was already dead.

His brain just hadn't
caught on to the facts.

Is there anything else I
should know about you, Johns?

You know, I...

I'm letting you roll
the dice on our lives.

It is not unreasonable...

Do you feel that?

That's my first
run-in with Riddick.

He went for the
sweet spot and missed.

They had to leave a piece
of the shiv in there, Carolyn,

and I can feel it
pressing against the cord.

So maybe the care and feeding of
my nerve endings is my business.

It's just that you could've
done something, and you didn't.

Yeah, well, look to thine
own ass first. Right, Carolyn?

Captain! Captain!

I'm not your fucking captain.

What are my eyes seeing?

If we need anything from the
crash ship, I suggest we kick on.

That sand cat's solar.

Where's Riddick?

Leave him.
He wouldn't wait for us.

Thought we'd lost you.

Johns!

Hey! Where are you going?

I'm just gonna get a couple things.
I'll only be a few minutes.

You wouldn't leave
without me, would you?

Shit.

How many are there?

Beautiful.

Allah.

People, just a suggestion.

Perhaps you should flee!

Let's go!

Come on, run!

Shit!

Come on!

Get in!

Get down!

No.

Stay there! Stay down!

Come back here!

Shazza, stay down!

Please, I really think
we should go inside.

We have to be inside to be
able to close the door. Let's go!

What is it, Riddick?
What is it now?

Like I said,

it ain't me you
gotta worry about.

She should've stayed down.

If she'd only stayed down, she'd be okay.
She wouldn't have died.

You remember the boneyard?

These just might be the fuckers

that killed every living
thing on this planet.

What are we gonna do now?

Are these the only
lights we have?

Is this everything?

There's a cutting torch on
the floor. I just can't find it.

Quiet, please, everyone.

Why do they do that,
make that sound?

Perhaps it's the way they see,

with sound reflecting back...

Could be a breach in
the hull. I don't know.

Come on, Johns.
You got the big gauge.

I'd rather piss glass.

Why don't you go fucking check?

I'm not staying here anymore.

Where you going? Hey!

Sit him down.

You don't know what's out there.

I know what's in here.

Hurry!

Now we're trapped in a
much smaller space. I hate this!

Extremely bad timing.

Just don't run.

Riddick?

Don't stop burning.

Take this.

Take that.

Hassan. Where is Hassan?

Is it alive?

It's like the light
is scalding it.

It hurts them.

Light actually hurts them.

Hassan?

We'll burn a candle for him later.
Let's get out of here.

So we got one cutting torch,

we got two hand lights.

There's gotta be something
we can rip out of the crash ship.

Spirits.

Anything over 45 proof
burns rather well.

How many bottles you got?

I don't know. Maybe 10.

Okay, Johns,
you got some flares.

So, maybe we've
got enough light.

Enough for fucking what?

We stick to the plan.

We get the four cells back to
the skiff, we're off this rock.

I hate to ruin a beautiful
theory with an ugly fact,

but that sand cat is solar.

It won't run at night.

So we carry the cells.

We drag them, whatever it takes.

You mean tonight, with all
those things still out there?

All right, how
long can this last?

A few hours? A day, tops?

I have the impression
from the model.

The two planets
were moving as one

and there would be
a lasting darkness.

These suns gotta
come up sometime.

If these creatures are phobic
about light, we just sit tight

and let the sun come up.

I'm sure somebody
else said that,

locked inside that coring room.

We need to think about
everyone now, especially the kid.

How scared will
he be in the dark?

Don't use him like that.

- Like what?
- As a smoke screen.

You deal with your own fear.

Shut your mouth for two seconds

and let me come up with a plan

that doesn't involve
mass suicide.

I'm waiting.

How much you weigh, Johns?

What's it matter, Carolyn?

How much?

Around 79 kilos.

‘Cause you're 79 kilos

of gutless white meat.
That's why you can't think...

Is that fucking right?

Where are you going?

This solves nothing.

Okay.

They're afraid of our light.

That means we don't
have to be so afraid of them.

And you are sure you can get
us there, even in the dark?

No, I can't.

But he can.

Stay close.

Okay, wait. Wait!

Riddick.

Looks clear.

You said "clear."

I said it looks clear.

What's it look like now?

Looks clear.

I'll be running about
ten paces ahead.

I want light on my back,
but not my eyes.

And check your cuts.
These bad boys know our blood now.

Are we actually
going to do this?

We stay together,
we keep the light burning.

That's all we gotta do
to live through this thing.

Are you ready, Johns?

Yeah.

Look, we're just
wasting light here.

You give him the
cells and the ship

and he'll leave you
all out there to die.

He'll leave all of you.

I don't get it, Johns.

What is so goddamn
valuable in your life

that you're worried
about losing?

Is there anything at all

besides your next spike?

Stay close.

Wait.

Jack!

Jack!

This can't be happening.

Paris! Get back here!

Are you all right?

This can't be happening.

I was supposed to die in France.

I never even saw France.

Well, it's good to
see you're okay.

Do I even wanna know?

Are we getting close?

Can we pick up the pace?

Wanna tell me what
the hell's going on?

We crossed our own tracks.

Why have we circled?
Are we lost?

Listen.

- Do you even know where we are?
- Listen!

Canyon ahead. I circled once
to buy some time to think.

I think we should go now.

I don't know about that.

That's death row up there.

Especially with
the girl bleeding.

What?

What are you talking about?
She's not cut.

Not her.

Her.

You've gotta be kidding me.

I thought it'd be better if
people took me for a guy.

I thought they'd leave me alone

instead of always
messing with me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Are you really bleeding?

You could've left me at the ship, Fry.
That's why I didn't say anything sooner.

They've been nose-open
for her ever since we left.

In case you haven't noticed,
they go off blood.

Look, this is not gonna work.

We're gonna have to go back.

What'd you say?

You got us out here
in the first place.

I was wrong. I admit it.

Can we just get
back to the ship?

I don't know, Carolyn.

Nice breeze, wide-open space.

I'm starting to enjoy
my fucking self.

What, are you high again?

Just listen to yourself, Johns.

You're right.
What's to be afraid of?

My life is a steaming pile
of meaningless shit anyhow,

so I say mush on.

The canyon's a couple hundred meters,
after that it's skiff city.

So why don't you butch up,

stuff a cork in this
fucking kid, and let's go.

She is the captain.
We should listen to her.

Listen to her?

She was willing
to sacrifice us all.

- What's he talking about?
- This does not help us.

During the crash she tried
to blow the passenger cabin,

kill us in our sleep.

- Shut your mouth.
- We're fucking disposable.

We're just walking
ghosts to you.

Shut your fucking blowhole!

Fine. Fine!

You've made your point.

We'll all be scared.

How much do you weigh now?

The verdict's in. The
light moves forward.

Ain't all of us gonna make it.

Just realize that?

Six of us left.

If we made it through the canyon

and lost just one,
that'd be quite a feat.

Not if I'm the one.

What if you're one of five?

I'm listening.

What are they doing up there?

Talking about the
canyon, I suppose.

How to get us through.

Battlefield doctors decide who
lives and dies, it's called triage.

You kept calling it
murder when I did it.

Either way, I figure it's
something you can grab onto.

Sacrifice play.

Hack up a body, leave it
at the start of the canyon

like a bucket of bait.

Trawl with it. We got
extra cable on the sled.

We drag the body 40,
50 feet behind us.

Nice embellishment.

I don't wanna feed 'em. I just
wanna keep 'em off our scent.

So, which one caught your eye?

Don't look.

Christ. What the
hell's wrong with you?

Slow down.

Just a little more space
between us and them.

Enough of this shit.

You do the girl, and I'll
keep the others off your back.

It's not too big a
job for you, is it?

I'm just wondering if we don't
need a bigger piece of bait.

Like who?

Leave the sled! Move!

Let's go!

One rule.

Stay in the light.

Remember that moment.

You should've never
taken the chains off, Johns.

You were one brave fuck before.

You were really bad-ass.

The chains.

The gauge.

The badge.

I told you to ghost me.

Back to the ship, huh?

Just huddle together
until the lights burn out.

Get away from us.

Till you can't see
what's eating you.

That the big plan?

Where's Johns?

Which half?

We're gonna lose
everybody out here.

We should've stayed at the ship.

He died fast.
If we have any choice,

that's the way we
should all go out.

Don't you cry for Johns.

Don't you dare.

Blind spot.

Shall we pray together?

I have already
prayed with the others.

It is painless.

It's pointless.

Because you do
not believe in God

doesn't mean God
does not believe in you.

Think someone can spend
half of their life in a slam

with a horse bit in their
mouth and not believe?

Think he could start out in
some liquor store trash bin

with an umbilical cord
wrapped around his neck

and not believe?

You got it all wrong, holy man.

I absolutely believe in God.

And I absolutely
hate the fucker.

He is with us, nonetheless.

Two of your boys
are already dead.

How much faith do
you have left, Father?

I only see one way.

That way. It's the
only way off this rock.

Just keep the girl between you.

What about the cells?

I'll take those.

Move.

Are you sure you can keep up?

Move!

Do not look up!

Do not look up!

They're killing each other.

Move! Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Riddick! Wait!

Riddick!

Get off her!

Get off her!

It's okay.

He did not know who
he was fucking with.

- Come on.
- Stand up.

Get up. Come on.

Oh, no.

So, where the
hell's your God now?

Riddick!

Are we close?

Just tell me that the
settlement is right there.

We can't make it.

Hide here! Now!

Why is he still out there?

He's not coming back, is he?

That's the last I could find.

Strong survival instinct.

I admire that in a woman.

I promised them

that we would go
back with more light.

Did you?

What, are you afraid?

Me, afraid?

Come on, Riddick.

There's gotta be
some part of you

that wants to rejoin
the human race.

Truthfully, I wouldn't know how.

Then just give me more light for them.
I'll go back by myself.

Okay.

There you go.

Please just come with me.

I got a better idea.

Come with me.

You're fucking with me,
I know you are.

You know I am?

You don't know
anything about me.

I will leave you here.

Step inside.

I can't.

- Sure you can.
- I can't.

Here, I'll make it easy on you.

Take my hand.

Come on.

Come on.

Look,

no one's gonna blame you.

Save yourself, Carolyn.

Come on.

Come on.

That's it. That's it.

Good girl.

You listen to me!

I am the captain of this ship

and I am not leaving anyone on
this rock with those fucking things,

even if it means...

Get that thing off my neck.

Shut up!

You'd die for them?

I would try for them.

You didn't answer me.

Yes, I would, Riddick.

I would.

I would die for them.

How interesting.

Never had a doubt.

Anyone not ready for this?

There is my God, Mr. Riddick.

Don't stop. Don't stop!

Come on! Move!

You know the way!

On board! Come on! Get on!

Carolyn.

Come.

Now.

Wait.

Riddick?

Riddick?

Okay, hold onto me.
Hold onto me.

We're gonna get out of here.
I got you. Come on.

Come on, Riddick! Get up!

Get up!

I said I'd die for them, not you.
Let's move. Come on.

Not for me.

Not for me!

With so much
prayer to make up for,

I scarcely know where to begin.

I know where I'd start.

What are you doing?

Can we just get the
hell out of here now?

We can't leave

without saying good night.

A lot of questions,
whoever we run into.

Could even be a merc ship.

So, what the hell do
we tell them about you?

Tell 'em Riddick's dead.

He died somewhere
on that planet.