(moody orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(flames roar)
(explosion booms)
(strong wind blows)
(dark orchestral music)
Okay, you sand-suckers, ante up.
Five.
Okay, I see your five.
[Man] Back in the slammer.
Man, those were my last smokes.
- Thank you. - This game sucks.
This whole place sucks.
(suspenseful music)
Lieutenant?
Hey, I think you'd better have a look at this.
What the hell is he doing here?
Tell the captain we've got a situation, a NEB coming in.
How did he get this far? - I'm gonna take him.
He's mine.
What're you waiting for?
- Something's not right. - So what, who cares?
Pull the trigger. - He's alone.
(high-pitched screeches)
Here comes the cavalry.
(gun fires)
(high-pitched screeches)
(gun fires)
(high-pitched screeches)
(gun fires)
(high-pitched screeches) (dramatic music)
(gun fires)
(NEB soldier yells)
(NEB soldier screams)
(high-pitched screeches)
(NEB soldier screams)
(high-pitched screeches)
No matter how many times I see this, it makes me sick.
I'm glad those things are on our side.
And our side's the good side, right?
Tell me again, the line gets a little blurry.
We created 'em, we didn't have any choice, man.
Without the screamers we'd have lost the war.
Is the NEB still out there?
Yeah, but not in one piece.
Just the one, huh?
What the hell was he doin' out here?
He had something in his hand he wanted to show us.
Well, I guess I'd better take a look.
What, you're gonna go out there?
Oh, yeah, that's a great plan.
It's probably some kind of a bomb.
You got a piano tied to your butt?
Open the goddamn door.
(strong wind blows)
[Soldier] Check your tabs, sir.
(suspenseful music) (door slams)
(muffled squeaks)
(wrist device bleeps)
You son of a bitch.
(muffled squeaks)
(music intensifies)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
("Don Giovanni" by Wolfgang Mozart)
Who wrote this shit?
Mozart.
Don Giovanni.
Don Giovanni?
Don Giovanni, what the hell do you want, Chuck?
Well, if you could manage to tear your eyeball
away from that coin for a second, I'd tell ya.
Happens to be the portrait of a sphinx, Chuck.
It belonged to Augustus Caesar,
the first great emperor of the civilized world.
Before it turned to shit. - So, riddle me this, Caesar.
We haven't seen a NEB soldier in six months.
So?
So, why does one solitary grunt stumble into our yard,
get shredded by a screamer tryin' to hand-deliver this?
Priority seven, that's you and me.
And God, if he's still paying attention.
I doubt it.
What is it, a trick?
I couldn't get the top off, either.
No, don't do that.
- Scared you, didn't I? - Yeah.
Oh, Jesus! (Commander chuckles)
"From Marshall Richard Cooper,
"Fifth NEB Army Forward Command,
"to Joseph Hendricksson, matters of extreme urgency.
"Demand immediate imperative peace negotiation.
"Request two officers, highest priority.
"Safe passage guaranteed.
"We await your arrival ASAP."
Peace negotiation.
[Chuck] Sounds like they're pretty desperate.
Are they kidding?
I mean, this could be what we've been waitin' for.
And what've we been waiting for, Chuck?
The end, Joe, the end of the war.
Maybe it's another bullshit tactic to get us to lay back.
McDonald, are you there? - Yes, sir.
I want the following message transmitted to San Francisco,
and request for an immediate reply.
[McDonald] Standing by, sir.
I've received first visual, verbal contact
from NEB army in six months.
They wish to open peace negotiations, please advise.
Got it? - Right away, sir.
- Send it, yeah? - Sir?
We picked up a message on the emergency bandwidth, a
commercial transport, they're requesting permission to land.
Commercial transport?
We're five million miles off the shipping lanes.
Where they bound? - They wouldn't say, sir.
- Well what's their emergency? - They wouldn't say, sir.
[Joe] Well, find out, McDonald!
No clearance, no landing, thank you.
- Joe? - Yeah.
What do you make of this?
Looks like a map of their forward command post.
- Look at the detail. - Yeah.
It's gotta be legit, they're layin' themselves wide-open.
So, why the pony express?
Well, their com-sats have been completely silent
for two weeks, our monitors indicate
they don't even have internal radio.
Yeah, but why just one guy, why not a patrol?
I don't have a clue. (moody orchestral music)
[McDonald] Commander, Secretary Green should be here
any minute. - Thank you, McDonald.
Joe, Chuck, I have some very inspiring news for you all.
Alliance HQ has been keeping it classified.
Wrapped up tight.
The NEB Corporation board has approached us here
requesting an armistice.
Joe, Chuck. (suspenseful music)
We could actually end this war.
Reserves of berynium have been found on Triton 4.
After extensive testing, there's been absolutely no evidence
of radiation or radioactivity.
We are on the verge of signing a world peace agreement,
that would also renew contracts with the New Economic Block
to mine the berynium on Triton 4.
You'll have to excuse me for overstating the obvious, Joe,
but these negotiations are extremely delicate and we can't
afford to do anything that could upset the apple cart.
Do anything that could upset the apple cart.
- McDonald, fix it. - Sorry, sir.
Could upset the apple cart.
Apple cart, apple cart.
The radiation dust storm's interfering with the downlink.
Hell, give me the damn thing.
Goddamn morse code was better
than this virtual reality shit.
Better yet, smoke signals.
I'm sure you can see why it is imperative to make
no contact with NEB Forward Command on Sirius 6B.
I'm sure I don't have to worry about you doing anything
that would jeopardize our chances now.
- Peace, can you believe it? - The NEBs are businessmen.
They're not gonna ask for a ceasefire,
unless it's in their interest, and now they've discovered
berynium on Triton 4, it's in their interest.
Thank God for Green.
I have faith in Green, he's a good man.
If it wasn't for him, the NEBs and the Alliance
would've started a shooting war on Earth long ago.
Well, a shooting war on Earth might've done 'em some good.
Hell, we could've ended this war up here a long time ago if
some of those assholes on Earth rolled around in the mud
and the ash a little bit.
[Chuck] Which assholes?
[Joe] NEBs and us.
- Well, we were all NEBs once. - Exactly.
I just wanna go home.
What's the first thing you're gonna do, where you gonna go?
I've got no plans for the future, here or anyplace else.
You've got a lot to look forward to, Joe.
Income tax.
[Chuck] You gonna look her up when you get back, Joe?
- What for? - You tell me.
Well, what the hell for?
She couldn't take it and I don't blame her and
she's married and moved on.
I'm still here.
Not for long.
You still think about her?
It used to be every minute, then once a day.
About twice a year I get a kick in the chest.
The funny thing is, I can't remember what she looked like.
- Liar. - Attention, all personnel.
Warning, radiation alert, please light your reds.
Oh, I left mine in the office, you got one?
Must've been a brave man. - Who?
That NEB soldier. (rumbling)
[PA System] Alert, all personnel to stations immediately.
(dramatic music) (flames crackle)
[Man] Let's get moving, these people don't have any tabs!
I want more CO2 over there!
Take 10 people and set up a protective barrier!
Move it!
These people aren't civilians!
[Woman] No sir, it looks like a troop transport, all ours.
- How bad is it? - No survivors, sir.
- Hey, hey, help me out! - Then what the hell is that?
Max, let's get a torch in here!
- Get me outta here, man! - Gonna cut you outta here.
Just hang on, Lyndoska!
[Lyndoska] Okay, okay.
"Sirius 6B Transportation?"
We got no goddamn transportation service on this planet!
What the hell is that?
This is asinine, Chuck, what is this?
Look at this, what is this? - Joe, look at this.
It's a damn bomb factory.
Holy shit.
Nuclear reactor.
Been a long time since we seen one of these.
What's happening here?
(dramatic music)
Come on!
Careful, are you all right?
Calm down, calm down, I'm all right!
- Get this man a tab. - What the hell's a tab?
Let's go, let's go, this guy's naked here!
- Hold on a second! - Hey, hey.
- Just one second! - Come back here!
(high-pitched screeches)
(guns fire)
(high-pitched screeches)
(guns fire)
(high-pitched screeches) (suspenseful music)
I'm outta here. (guns fire)
(high-pitched screeches)
(explosion booms) (ominous music)
(clock ticks)
You wanted to see me, Commander?
Yeah.
At ease, we're informal around here.
That'll be all, Rodgers, thank you.
How you doin'?
Good, I'm gonna have one mother of a scar on my arm.
[Joe] You go outside without a tab on,
you won't have much arm left on your arm.
What's your name? - Private Michael Jefferson.
Gunnery specialist weapons certificate on all six levels.
First class.
Level six, huh?
You can shoot the dots off a dice at 100 yards.
If you can load a bullet into it, I can shoot it.
At gunnery school, everybody called me Ace.
Everybody here calls me sir.
Sir.
I beg your pardon, sir, what are they?
It's a sword, Jefferson, take a look.
We call it a Screamer, it was developed for us by Alliance
on Earth to neutralize the war on the ground here.
How do you know it's dead?
'Cause I yanked its brain out.
(saw whines) (Ace yelps)
Don't do that, boy, that'll take your finger off!
I thought you said it was dead?
CPU is dead, but it still has a mechanical surface reflex.
That's good, they get their heads chopped off,
but can still swing a sword, pretty smart.
Maybe too smart.
This one seems to have modified itself.
Sir, where's everybody else?
The other guys who were with me?
[Joe] How many men onboard that craft?
[Ace] 38, including me.
Well, now there's one, including you.
(melancholic orchestral music)
Those guys...
I didn't even know 'em really, just a bunch of jarheads.
Couldn't even talk to 'em.
Jefferson?
Sir.
What in the hell are you doin' here?
There was a nuclear reactor aboard that shuttle,
programmed for weapons manufacturing.
I wasn't aware of that.
The shuttle identified itself as a civilian transport.
What?
Where were you bound?
Triton 4.
Why in god's name would you go to Triton 4
with a nuclear reactor and a cargo full of weapons?
To invade, attack and extinguish the enemy.
What enemy?
The New Economic Block, sir, the NEBs.
You were gonna attack the NEBs on Triton 4?
Yes.
But we're just a task force, there's 4,000 Alliance Army
regulars on their way to Triton 4 right now.
Berynium has been discovered there.
We're aware of that, Jefferson.
Secretary Green informed us about the non-radioact...
[Ace] Secretary Green?
Yes, that's right, Secretary Green.
Excuse me, sir, Secretary Green is gone.
He's been gone for almost two years.
We got a VR communique from Secretary Green yesterday.
Begging your pardon, sir, I don't know what you saw,
or what was said to you, but Secretary Green was arrested,
and eliminated by the Alliance command.
Two years ago.
Dismissed.
Sir, I enlisted to fight on Triton 4...
Dismissed, Jefferson.
Sir, the NEBs have been running the...
Get out of here!
What are we doing?
What in god's name are we doing, Chuck?
We don't know it's truth about Green, I mean we just saw...
We saw bullshit is what we saw.
You know as well as I do they can send us
anything they want, hell, they could make a goddamn hologram
out of a dog and pony show.
That kid doesn't know policy, he's a grunt!
Oh, get your head outta the lilacs, man.
What do you expect me to believe here?
That we're being dumped, just like that?
The 20 years of death in a stand against the horror up
here's turned into a fucking galactic gold rush?
Why do they keep sending us provisions?
I mean, what do you think?
They're waitin' for us to grow old and die up here,
so they can carry on runnin' the Universe?
- Yes? - Well, fuck you!
I don't buy it! - Oh, wake up, man!
We are betrayed here, brother, we are beached!
We are stuck, you heard that kid!
Green's been shit-canned and this whole
goddamn place is a lie!
I mean, they just can't cut us off up here,
because too many families on Earth would raise hell about it
and they sure as hell ain't gonna take us back there.
'Cause if we sound off about this,
nobody's gonna fight their fuckin' war for 'em!
So they're just gonna let us roll on and on and on up here.
Until we're dead and we ain't ever gettin' off here, Chuck.
And I'll tell you somethin' else.
Marshall Richard Cooper and his NEB Command knows it,
goddamn well too, and that's why he sent us a goddamn map!
And your single solitary NEB grunt
came over here and got his ass shot to stop this thing.
They know it's pointless now!
- Where are you going? - I'm goin' to NEB Command.
Alliance wants a goddamn shooting war,
well, we've had ours already.
We'll make our own goddamn peace right here.
Joe.
(sighs) (somber music)
NEB said they wanted two men.
Well, somebody's gotta stay here, Chuck,
in case any more of those assholes fall out of the sky.
I'm gonna take Johnny Gung-Ho with me.
- What, that kid? - Yeah, that kid.
If he wants to get his ass shot, let him.
I'm not risking anymore of our men.
Now, this is your tab.
From now on, it won't work for anybody but you.
That makes me feel a whole lot better.
Screamers only attack living things.
They read your pulse rate.
Your tab broadcasts your heartbeat one step out of phase.
Flat-lining ya.
In theory, it works perfectly. - In theory?
Radioactivity corrodes the terminals.
So what do we do then?
We thank god you've got a level six gunnery rating.
(melancholic music)
You know, I was remembering that day up in Point Reyes.
That bar there, that bartender who had...
That monkey, yeah, I remember.
[Joe] Yeah, the beach, sat there the whole damn day
drinking beer, looking out at those humpbacks blowing.
You watched the whales, Joe, I was watchin' other things.
True.
I think we should go back there.
I'd like to see that again.
What, girls volleyball?
(chuckles)
Yeah.
Hey, Joe.
I'll see you soon, huh?
On that day.
Jefferson, are you comin' or are you breathin' hard?
[Soldier] Good luck.
(upbeat funk music)
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Alright ♪
♪ Let's go ♪
♪ A perfect ending to a picture-perfect day ♪
♪ Ain't no problem, man, 'cause everything's okay ♪
♪ Why should I worry when I'm going nowhere ♪
♪ I just cop an attitude and frankly I won't care ♪
♪ All I know is what I need to get by ♪
♪ No complication, ain't no fish to fry ♪
♪ Slow and steady been my secret all along ♪
♪ It just takes a little buzz to keep me, keep me on ♪
Cicero, this is Libby for radio check, over.
Come in, Cicero - This is Cicero.
Reading you loud and clear. - Yeah, Chuck.
Look, the next transmission will be 3300 hours.
There'll be one about four hours after that.
Every four hours and if I miss one, don't sweat it.
If I miss two then, I don't know, don't come lookin' for me,
just move into the office, change the music and carry on.
[Chuck] I'll take the office, Joe, but that Don Giovanni
opera stuff won't survive the next garage sale, over.
Roger, copy.
♪ 'Cause everybody knows ♪
♪ You can shake the hard love's illusion ♪
♪ Let me tell you, hey, I wanna hear you say ♪
♪ I don't wanna go there, that's nowhere at all ♪
♪ My life's amazing and the fun just never ends ♪
♪ I guess that explains this fascinating mess I'm in ♪
[Ace] The air's terrible out here.
It ain't the air, it's what's in it.
- What, radiation? - That's right.
And this is the only thing that neutralizes it, here.
It's an anti-radiation red.
That's what poisoned it?
That, Private Jefferson, used to be the most profitable,
sophisticated and wonderful enterprise in the Galaxy.
It produced berynium.
The great answer to the world's energy question.
A spoonful of berynium could take you from Earth to Saturn
in a day.
Then those mines started puking up radiation,
cubic tons of it.
We thought we'd discovered gold.
We discovered shit.
I can't believe you gotta put this shit in your lungs
just to neutralize the shit in your lungs.
Here.
[Ace] How do you know it's working?
If you don't die.
(muffled squeaks) (suspenseful music)
[Ace] Oh my god, what happened here?
- Blasts. - Blasts?
- NEB disc bombers. - They nuked the civilians?
Civilians were just on the same planet.
The bombs were aimed at us. - Us?
Jefferson, you just don't have a damn clue
about what brought you here, do you?
I mean, you'd just pick up that carbine and go fight for
whatever son of a bitch convinced you you were right.
- Someone convinced you. - No, not someone, Jefferson.
Something convinced me.
Beg your pardon, sir.
The Alliance was formed to support you.
That's right.
You're right, Jefferson.
And it divided my country and my world.
So, as much as you're just dying to get your ass shot off
by some NEB soldier, we're gonna walk over here,
and make peace with these people, you and me.
Yeah, we're gonna rip you off with that experience.
Look at this place.
I came up here 20 years ago to this place to take berynium
out of the ground for the New Economic Block.
Hell, we were all NEBs then.
The miners and scientists found radiation coming out of
the ground and refused to work it and shut down the mines.
The NEB Corporation threatened armed force to reopen,
so there was a stand-off for about four years.
And then they they started to rain everything down on us.
Nuclear disc bombs, chain bombs, bacteria crystals.
We were decimated, civilian survivors were evacuated,
then we held up in a bunker and been there ever since.
How'd you fight back?
We reinvented man's first modern weapon, Jefferson.
The sword?
The autonomous mobile sword.
That's right, the screamer.
(high-pitched squeaks)
(gun fires) (high-pitched screeches)
Save it.
Hey, sir, that rat?
They don't eat them, do they?
Well, not sure exactly.
They're scavengers and they learn, they use everything.
Rotting meat gives off methane gas, gas is fuel.
Hell, I don't know.
Maybe eyeball jelly makes handy blade wax.
Well, are they machines, or are they like alive?
'Cause, (chuckles) the part I still don't understand...
[Joe] I don't have the answers, Jefferson.
You can ask me all the questions you want.
Just, okay, where are they coming from?
Underground, the first design was sent to us
from an Alliance development team on Earth five years ago.
It's all automated now.
You've never been down there?
[Joe] No, no one's been down there
since they pushed the first button and ran like hell.
They make themselves now.
- How? - No one knows.
No one knows?
You mean they're down there, breeding like rabbits,
and no one knows?
Jefferson, what am I speaking, Swahili?
That's exactly what I mean.
(metal clangs)
Hit the dirt!
(suspenseful music)
Come out of there!
Come forward.
Stop. - Can I come with you?
Oh my god.
Jefferson, cover me. - Go.
Jefferson.
It's all right.
It's okay, it's okay.
What've you got there?
Huh?
Let me see.
Yeah, that's a good guy.
No, you keep him.
That's your friend.
Where do you live?
In there?
Yes.
In the ruins?
How many are you, how many people?
[Ace] You're not by yourself, are you?
How do you survive? - Food.
Food, what kind of food?
Different.
How do you keep away from the screamers?
Screamers?
[Joe] The blades in the ground that kill.
I hide.
Can I come with you?
No, you stay here.
Jefferson, give me a macro-ration.
We'll give you something to eat, and you stay here.
We'll come back for you, okay?
Two or three days, we'll find you.
Here, you take this.
You tear this, you eat it.
- I wanna come with you now. - You can't come with us now.
We'll come back here in two days, all right?
You take care of this guy, okay?
[Ace] Sir, sir, we can't just leave him here.
- I said no, Jefferson. - Sir, he's just a kid.
He'll never survive, I don't know how he made it this far.
- Jefferson, what am I saying? - Can I come with you?
(melancholic music)
[Joe] What's your name?
David.
David Edward Dearing. - David Edward Dearing.
(strong wind blows)
(faint screeches)
Where's your mom and dad? - They died.
- They're dead? - In the blasts.
Hell, that was three or four,
you've been alone here for four years?
Everything seems to be okay out there.
Uh, what, this is safe, makin' a fire like this?
We wanna let 'em know we're comin', Jefferson.
Oh.
[Joe] The fire keeps the rats away.
- Rats, huh? (chuckles) - Yeah.
You know, I had this friend, he used to eat 'em, rats.
And, sir, you'll appreciate this.
You don't just heat up the oil, no, no, no,
that makes 'em stick to the pan.
What you wanna do is, you get the pan really hot,
then put your oil in cold, that's when you add your rats.
Don't crowd the pan though, 'cause it sucks
the heat right out of the oil.
And you gotta keep flipping 'em, or they burn.
You don't wanna go there, my friend, I swear, he said if...
Jefferson.
You must be confusing me with somebody who gives a shit.
Give me that rock there, boy. - Libby, this is Cicero, over.
Yeah, Cicero, this is Libby calling.
Come in, Cicero.
[Chuck] Libby, this is Cicero, how is it out there?
Well it's cold, Chuck, we're at 14 degrees north latitude,
and we expect to reach the NEB Command in about,
oh, four hours.
Hello?
Chuck? - We got a new arrival.
Came in yesterday, nothin' to worry about.
Come in, Cicero, Chuck, you're breaking up.
If you copy this, get the next transmission at 0000 hours.
This is Libby, over.
[Chuck] He seems a little strange, but it's okay.
- Chuck. - Over.
(dramatic music) - Ah, holy Christ!
What, what, what? (David chuckles)
If you're gonna be a rock, be a rock!
Don't be a bug. (David chuckles)
Oh, don't do that to me, man, I nearly pissed my pants!
Sir.
Things ain't what they used to be.
(hums rhythmically) (muffled wind blows)
What's your name, Mr. Bear?
When I was little, I had a bear just like you.
Yes, I did.
(suspenseful music)
(device bleeps)
(muffled squeaks) (suspenseful music)
(high-pitched screeches)
Jefferson.
(high-pitched screeches)
Jefferson!
(explosion booms)
(high-pitched screeches)
(gun fires) (high-pitched screeches)
(gun fires) (explosion booms)
Didn't you hear it?
No.
(moody electric guitar music)
- Good God, man! - Pretty cool, huh?
Hey, hey, hey, you know how much they cost me?
[Joe] They cost you your ass is what they cost ya!
Keep that on your wrist!
I thought it'd still work if it was next to you.
Well, it doesn't, it only comes off if your arm comes off.
Hell, I'm already draggin' one kid around here.
What I gotta do, tie your shoes for ya?
Well, your tab was on, it was going for you!
What in god's name is this?
I've never seen this.
(ominous tones)
Looks like an animal.
[Joe] It's not an animal, it's an upgrade.
Maybe it's a NEB one, did ya ever think of that?
Jefferson.
Relent.
Pack up, we're getting outta here, take your bear with ya.
Where are we going?
A long way for you, kid.
(dark orchestral music)
[Ace] You soap 'em, the socks, that's right.
You lather 'em up the night before.
The water dries out, but the soap, it stays in.
So what you've got is soap against skin against a sock...
[Joe] Jefferson, you got a dimmer switch?
[Ace] And if you put a teddy bear like yours
in a microwave, nothing will happen.
But a frog, especially if it's wet, (chuckles)...
Shut up.
(man coughs)
(dark atmospheric music)
(gun fires)
(guns fire)
(screamer whines and crackles)
Jefferson!
It's a goddamn screamer.
It wanted to try to kill us.
Goddamn thing can see us and touch us!
Doesn't need a signal to say whether we're dead or alive.
It can talk.
(ominous music)
(David screeches)
(gun fires)
He's a fucking toaster.
[Stranger] That's right.
Pinocchio's not a real little boy.
So why didn't it try to kill us?
- It was tagging you. - Tagging?
Yeah, they're smarter now.
That's how they get into our bunkers, they tag along.
Who can resist a snot-nosed kid with a hard-luck story, eh?
Once it gets inside, that's when the killin' starts.
Oh, but you knew that already, you brought him in here.
We didn't bring it here, it found us.
Well now you better find a good reason for being here.
We were invited here.
We got a request for a peace negotiation.
From a Marshall Richard Cooper, NEB Headquarters.
You wanna negotiate? (suspenseful music)
We ain't gonna do it here.
Wait, wait, wait, what's goin' on here?
You're taking them back into the bunker?
Got somethin' better to do today?
[Ace] Sir, do you trust these guys?
[Joe] No.
(door slams)
(steel clangs)
(distant steel clangs)
(light buzzes)
(device bleeps)
What're you doing?
Calling the office.
Problem?
Cicero, this is Libby, come in, Cicero, over.
[Chuck] Libby, this is Cicero, how is it out there?
Chuck, we've got a new kind of screamer.
Chuck, you copy?
[Chuck] Libby, I can't hear you real well.
It's a kid, Chuck, it's a little boy.
Don't let it into the bunker if you copy...
[Chuck] I can't (interference)...
Repeat, don't let it into the bunker, over.
[Chuck] There's too much interference.
Holy...
(dark atmospheric music)
That kid.
He was like a person.
He was talkin', man, how'd he know what to say?
You think Santa Claus comes down here
and makes us his little elves?
They got more brain power than 10 stupid idiots like you.
Hey, man, I don't wanna fight you, we got bigger problems.
One of those pouncers tagged my patrol.
Yeah, we felt sorry for the kid, we took him into the bunker
but ain't nobody got out.
Except you. (suspenseful music)
What's that supposed to mean?
I don't know, you figure it out.
Well, you're the one that built 'em.
You're the one that brought 'em here!
You're damn right, but only after you guys
started throwin' the bombs around.
Yeah, well you made them hungry, so now they don't
give a shit what uniform is coverin' your ass.
And neither do I. - Slow down, soldier.
And live a little. - Pardon me, gentlemen.
But would you mind taking that outside?
Stray bullets are bad for the inventory.
It's worth a lot more when it ain't all shot to shit.
I'm letting you stay here under the kindness of my heart.
Becker.
So follow the ground rules.
First.
No gunplay inside.
Second, this is my place, and my stuff,
so nobody touches anything, unless I offer.
Real Scotch, no synthetic shit.
(NEB soldier spits)
No spitting.
Spare a cigarette?
Well, gentlemen.
Live it up.
I haven't had an American cigarette in over a year.
Where'd you get 'em?
Plenty where this came from, except I forgot to bring 'em.
You get the last one.
- Very generous of you. - Think nothing of it.
So what've you got here, a commissary, what is this place?
Hasn't been a commissary or a PX
in this hell-hole for over two years.
Not since those blades started rippin' the hell out of us.
You're a freelancer?
That's right, black market.
What're you gonna do, report me, Commander?
Hendricksson, Joseph A, San Francisco.
Jessica Hanson, Pittsburgh, how do you do?
(chuckles) A little early in the day for that?
Yeah.
I'm looking for Marshall Richard Cooper, Fifth NEB Army.
You know where I can find him?
He'd be in the command bunker, if there still is one.
[Joe] What about your communication satellites?
Well, if they're still working, they'd be in there, too.
What do you mean by that?
What the hell is goin' on around here anyway?
You have no idea of the hell you people opened up, do you?
The hell we opened up?
Look sister, I don't wanna get in a pissing contest with ya.
Just tell me the logistics on your command bunker,
I'll get outta your way.
You wouldn't last ten yards out here without me.
And I'll bet you this cigarette butt,
you're wasting your time. - Have you been there?
Have you seen it? - I didn't see it.
I heard 'em, hordes of them.
What hordes?
Children.
Davids.
I heard them screaming into the bunker above us.
I heard the soldiers screaming.
And then it got very, very quiet.
Nothing.
Except the smell of death.
(eerie atmospheric music)
Still want a guided tour?
If Richard Cooper is alive, I'm gonna find him.
I'll take you to Command, we'll go underground.
But I want something in return.
- Speak. - I want off this ashtray.
[Joe] Where?
Earth.
How long do you think I'm gonna last in here, cooped up
with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde waitin' for nothin' to happen?
Nobody's goin' to Earth, the NEBs and Alliance
are starting Armageddon all over again on Triton 4.
They've hung everybody on this planet out to dry.
Including you and me.
(melancholic orchestral music)
Good Lord, you're beautiful.
I can take you back to the Alliance bunker.
It's the best I can offer.
Right now anyway. - Deal.
Goin' somewhere, Jessica? (suspenseful music)
Yeah, she's taking me to NEB Command,
and I'm taking her to Alliance.
Cosy.
And then what?
Become a prisoner of war?
Stay at Alliance, you can relocate anywhere in the
star system if you're smart enough to get off this globe.
Or you can go straight to hell for all I care.
That's wonderful.
You're crazy, you don't know what's down there!
Afraid of the dark, Ross?
Just get off my back.
(Becker spits)
(knife scrapes)
Sir, look at this.
It's one of ours, she's got everything.
And I found something else. (suspenseful music)
- What is it? - It's a mini Pluto.
- A what? - A plutonium rocket.
Plutonium?
Jefferson, what've I been doing the last 24 hours,
blowin' smoke out of my ass?
This is why all this shit's goin' on, we haven't used nukes
in this war yet and we're not gonna use them now.
So leave it.
(knife scrapes)
Okay, let's get on the good foot.
Anybody who's comin', come on.
"When he's best, he's little worse than a man.
"And when he's worst, he's little better than a beast."
Oh, that's real good, Becker.
I never knew they put Shakespeare in comic books.
Ain't it sharp enough yet?
(suspenseful music)
It's never sharp enough.
(knife scrapes)
So give a listen, people, I'm not sure whether these tabs
are worth a damn anymore, but just in case they are,
stay within two feet of me and Jefferson.
We'll give it a whirl, let's go.
(elevator whines) (dark atmospheric music)
This leads to the maintenance tunnel
underneath the command bunker.
I ain't goin' in there.
(suspenseful music)
(rats squeak) (tense music)
Don't tell me a big guy like you is scared
of a few itty-bitty mice.
What's the matter, Ross, the rat got your tongue?
Just get off my back.
Is that all you know how to say, "get off my back, man?"
You gotta expand your vocabulary, Ross.
Look, just knock it off, alright, just get off my back!
(Becker laughs)
(suspenseful music)
We're almost there.
This is the command center.
This is the ground level.
(suspenseful music)
What the hell is this?
It's exactly what you think it is.
I knew it!
(glass smashes)
We're all gonna die!
(gun fires)
Jefferson, if that man moves, I mean if he so much
as makes a sound or farts, shoot him.
Shut up.
If Richard Cooper were alive, he'd be here, wouldn't he?
The ComSat stabilizers are all frozen.
This one's free.
(keypad bleeps)
[Computer] Uplink attempt initiated.
Sat-Tel downlink does not respond.
Please re-initiate.
(keypad bleeps)
Malfunction.
Sat-Tel downlink does not respond.
(intense music) (high-pitched screeches)
(suspenseful music)
(screamer buzzes)
(distorted electronic tones)
Jefferson.
(screamer buzzes) (tense music)
[Ross] Christ!
(screamer buzzes)
(high-pitched screeches)
(gun fires) (explosions boom)
Well, way to go, Ross.
(computer hums)
[David] Can I come with you?
(suspenseful music)
Jefferson.
Sir.
Get everybody out of here now.
- Sir? - Do it!
(dramatic orchestral music) - Go, go.
(computer hums)
(computer bleeps)
(dramatic orchestral music)
[David] Can I come with you?
(eerie music)
(computer bleeps)
(ominous tones)
Can I come with you?
(high-pitched screeches)
(gun fires) (dramatic orchestral music)
Lock it!
We're not leaving without Hendricksson.
Oh, yes we are.
(high-pitched screeches)
(dramatic orchestral music)
[David] Can I come with you?
(rat squeaks)
(Joe yelps) - Can I come with you?
[Joe] Jefferson!
- What? - Cute, Jefferson.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(high-pitched screeches)
Go, go, go!
Will it take them long to get through this?
No, it won't. (tense music)
Damn! (door thuds)
(distant high-pitched screeches)
Thanks for waiting, Becker.
Yeah, next time.
Next time there won't be a next time.
That was really stupid, what was so goddamn important
that you couldn't come back with the rest of us?
What other type?
I pulled this off the David, it said type three.
I pulled this off the reptile, it said type one.
Now, what other type?
(ominous tones) (suspenseful music)
[David] Can I come with you?
It's a...
It's a type two.
Good goin', genius, you know how to count to three.
Just get off my back.
It's a wounded soldier, lies on the ground crying.
"Help me, help me."
There were only a few reported a month ago.
And we haven't heard of 'em since.
We thought you'd discontinued them.
We've never seen 'em.
What're they supposed to look like?
Oh, you mean who are they supposed to look like.
[Becker] Look in the mirror, Ross.
I'm warnin' you.
Just get off my back.
It keeps saying the same thing over and over.
'Cause it can't find anything smarter to say.
Just get off my... (suspenseful music)
Exactly.
(thud)
He's one of them.
It's a machine.
Type two.
He kept repeating himself.
You heard him.
And what about the scotch?
You saw, he didn't take a sip.
That's right, sir, he didn't.
We offered, but he refused.
That's blood.
Bullshit.
Bullshit?
(knife clunks)
Take a look.
You know what I see?
I see a human being who got wasted for no reason at all.
That's what I see.
What're you lookin' at?
That wasn't very human of you, Becker.
Until two days ago, I didn't even know you existed.
You think I'm one of them?
Well, hey, then you'd better kill me, too.
See if I've got any switches inside.
Come on, be on the safe side.
Do it!
(bottle smashes)
Man, I'm outta here.
Anybody who's comin', come on.
(dark orchestral music)
Cicero, this is Libby.
Come in, Cicero, over.
Cicero, this is Libby, come in, Cicero.
If you get killed, will your man let us in?
Not if he's smart.
Want me to say I'm sorry?
Well, I'm not.
It was a mistake.
I'll kill you before I let you make another one.
(moody orchestral music)
You just got out of basic training, didn't you?
It's pretty obvious you're a rookie.
You think you're the center of the Universe, but you're not.
No, we're just insignificant little specks, you and me.
We're not gonna change the world.
We're not gonna win the war.
And nobody's gonna care when we die.
"Which mainly signified that you should snarl, and bite,
"and play the dog."
Not me.
Shakespeare?
Very good.
(suspenseful music) (wind blows)
(device bleeps)
Cicero, this is Libby, come in, over.
Cicero, come in, over.
This goddamn radiation!
Come on, we've gotta get closer.
[Chuck] Come on down, over.
[Joe] Well, I'm standing right on top of ya.
We're right in front of the door, Chuck.
Come out, over. - Bad connection, Joe.
Come on down. - No, you come out, Chuck.
I've got NEBs with me, come on out.
[Chuck] You're breaking up, Joe, I can't hear you.
Come on down, over.
Listen to me, Chuck, come up out of the bunker.
[Chuck] Come on down, Joe, over.
You come up, Chuck.
Chuck, that's an order, over.
[Chuck] Come on down, over.
Chuck?
[Chuck] Come on down, over.
Let me speak to Don Giovanni, over.
[Man] This is Don Giovanni, come on down, over.
Don, this is your old pal Wolfgang, how are you, buddy?
- I am fine, over. - Well good, I'm fine, too.
[Man] We'll open the door, over.
I'm coming down right now, Don, do you copy, over?
- Come down, over. - I'm coming in, that's right.
Back up!
(intense music)
Get outta here!
(guns fire)
Cover my two!
(guns fire)
Go, go!
(guns fire) (high-pitched screeches)
(guns fires)
(high-pitched screeches) Go, go, go, go, go!
(guns fire) (high-pitched screeches)
(explosion booms) (guns fire)
(high-pitched screeches)
(explosion booms) (dramatic music)
(gun fires)
Watch the flames!
(high-pitched screeches)
Give me the nuke! - What?
(high-pitched screeches)
The mini-Pluto you stole out of the bunker you little thief!
Give it to me!
(high-pitched screeches)
(guns fire)
- Loading! - Watch your heads!
Hang on!
(explosions boom) (somber choral music)
Help me!
(groans)
(screams)
Help me! - Sir!
[Becker] Help me, help!
- Sir! - I'm okay, Jefferson!
What about you? - Becker's down!
[Becker] Help me!
He's wounded!
Becker! (Becker screams)
(Becker groans)
- Help me! - He's wounded.
- Help me. - Becker?
Hold on, man, hold on.
Wounded.
Help me.
[Joe] Jefferson, no!
(dramatic orchestral music)
Down.
Down to hell, and say that I sent you there.
No.
"I came into the world with my legs forward."
- Sir! - Jefferson!
"And the woman cried, 'He was born with teeth!'"
(grunts)
Jefferson!
(bones crack) (Ace groans)
Jefferson!
No!
I had no father, I am my own father.
I have no brother, I am my own brother.
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
(chuckles)
And this word, love,
which old farts call blind,
be resident in men like you, asshole, but not in me.
I am my motherfucking self.
Alone.
(gun fires)
(zaps and whines)
(somber orchestral music)
Jefferson!
We're gonna die.
You know that, don't you?
Yeah.
But not today.
And not here.
Where will we go?
Where do you go when there's nowhere else to go?
Home.
Earth.
There's an emergency escape vehicle programmed by Alliance
for use only by the commanding officer as a last resort.
I never believed the day would come.
It's hidden in these mountains in a place named,
ironically, for where they developed the first atomic bomb.
Alamogordo.
I've never been there.
What're you talking about?
There's a way off this planet.
[Jessica] Type two?
Hell if I know.
I've never even seen this tag.
Never even seen this language.
Can I see it?
Yeah.
(Jessica yelps)
(Jessica groans) Oh, god.
Oh god, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Give it to me, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(Jessica whines) Oh no, I'm sorry.
I had to know, I had to know.
No!
Don't do that.
You don't need to.
(groans)
(bittersweet orchestral music)
(thunder claps)
(suspenseful music)
That's the last one.
It's okay, it's okay.
According to this, we should be close.
Does that locator work with your satellite system?
Yeah.
- Is it up there? - Should be.
- I don't see anything. - That's the idea.
(bittersweet orchestral music)
[Jessica] I can't go on anymore.
I don't wanna go on anymore.
Listen to me, I don't have anybody.
I don't have a family, I don't have a best friend,
I don't even have that kid Jefferson anymore.
I don't even have him, but I have you, do you hear me?
I have you, and we're going home.
I'm taking you home.
When I took over command two years ago,
this was all supposed to be coded to my bio-signature.
It only works for you?
We'll soon find out.
(machinery hums)
(bright orchestral music)
Then I'm with the right guy.
(dramatic orchestral music)
What do we do?
I have no idea, never been here before in my life.
Let's try this chair.
What about this?
[Computer] Elevator activated.
Countdown to launch commencing.
(alarm whines)
It's moving, come on, get on, get on!
[Computer] Please clear launchpad.
Hang on, there's a crane blocking the trajectory!
I'll be down! - Okay.
[Computer] Warning, gantry crane obstruction.
Please clear launchpad.
[Joe] Damn!
[Computer] Gantry inoperable.
Circuit malfunction.
(suspenseful music)
(bright orchestral music)
Launch sequence initiated.
Time to launch, 15 minutes.
(thud) (suspenseful music)
(ominous tones)
Chuck.
Remember that bar at Point Reyes, Joe?
I guess you'll never see it again.
We all die alone, Joe.
(Joe groans)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(yells)
Like the new look, Commander?
What do you think, is this me, or what?
Actually, I kinda liked the other face better.
Know who I got it from?
Marshall Richard Cooper.
Name ring a bell?
Know how we got it off him?
The same way we got the face off your buddy Chuck.
We ripped it off.
He was screaming something about God and Jesus.
(Joe screams) Blah, blah, blah.
(Joe groans)
[Joe] No!
(suspenseful music)
You're in the wrong place.
(Joe groans)
So I took his face.
He didn't have much use for it anyway.
But you know what, I like your face better.
(Joe groans)
She couldn't take it and I can't blame her.
She married and moved on and I'm still here.
(Joe grunts)
[Computer] Obstruction cleared.
Prelaunch proceeding.
Go down, down to hell, and say that I sent you.
"I came into the world with my legs forward,
"and the woman cried."
(electricity zaps and crackles)
(moody orchestral music)
[Jessica] Are you all right, are you okay?
Fine.
Let's go.
[Jessica] Um...
[Computer] Prelaunch sequence complete.
[Jessica] Joe...
- Damn. - One seat.
One life support system.
- Get in. - You've gotta go.
We've got eight minutes for you to get in this thing
and get outta here, now get in.
You're the only one that knows how to fly it.
It'll fly by itself, you just get in it, you program...
Oh, shit.
All right, I'll flip you for it.
Call it, heads or sphinx.
Rome, Egypt.
I'll flip it, you call it.
- No. - Call it.
All right, Cleopatra, I'll call it, Rome.
It doesn't matter, you're going.
Now go.
Go.
I can't.
Pardon me, gentlemen, would you mind taking that outside?
Stray bullets are bad for the inventory.
Jessica Hansen, Pittsburgh, how do you do?
We can smile, we can cry, we can bleed.
We can fuck.
[Jessica] I wanted to tell you, I did.
(yelps) (Joe grunts)
(dramatic music)
(Joe screams)
Not so fast.
(electricity zaps)
[Computer] Two minutes to launch, two minutes.
(electricity zaps)
- Hey, bitch! - Warning.
Prelaunch burn commencing.
(high-pitched screeches) (gun fires)
Please clear.
(high-pitched screeches)
(flames roar)
Prelaunch burn complete.
90 seconds to launch.
(melancholic orchestral music)
I didn't want to...
Go back with you.
I was afraid.
I know.
You were afraid of what you would do.
I know.
Well, you're comin' up in the world.
You've learned how to kill each other now.
I learned something else, too.
I learned to...
Love.
[Computer] 30 seconds to launch.
30 seconds.
(dark orchestral music)
[Joe] This is Joseph Hendricksson onboard EEV,
designated T for tango, three, over.
[Woman] This is Alliance, San Francisco, over.
[Joe] On a prelaunch, T-minus 30 seconds.
Requesting emergency clearance for Earth, over.
[Alliance] Tango 13 cleared for Earth, over.
(engines roar)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(engines roar)
(eerie tones)
(moody orchestral music)