(water sploshing)
(ominous music)
(alarm wailing)
- Seth go check our (alarm muffles out speech)
- Yes sir.
(alarm muffles out speech)
- [Man] Sir we've got a problem.
(alarm muffles out speech)
(dramatic chord)
(alarm muffles out speech)
- What the?
(thuds)
(alarm blaring)
(dramatic music)
(roaring) (crunching)
(alarm blaring)
(gun firing)
(dramatic music) (alarm blaring)
(creature clicking)
(alarm blaring)
(ominous music)
(electric beeping)
(throat clearing)
- For two months now we've seen neither hide nor hair
of the Newark, it's crew or it's cargo.
Nothing, up until 36 hours ago.
We managed to pick up what appeared to be a metallic hull
of a vessel resting some 500 feet down.
Lieutenant if you would.
Now at nearly 380 feet long and a water displacement
of over 7,800 tons, if it's not the Newark
it's the biggest god damn tuna I've ever seen.
(bangs) - 1,496 pounds.
- Excuse me Mr. Hollyfield is it?
- The largest blue fin tuna, 1,496 pounds (bangs).
- What in the hell is he talking about?
- It's better to just let him finish.
Go ahead Lazlo.
- Caught in 1979 by Nova Scotian native Ken Frasier.
He was a commercial fisherman for...
12 years.
- That's it?
- Alright, Uncle Sam wants his submarine back.
More importantly he wants it's cargo.
This is where you all fit into the picture.
Lieutenant Williams this is Genutech Sho.
It's their project,
it's their responsibility to clean up the mess.
Now if I didn't have direct orders from the Pentagon
I'd a sent a crew down there to sink that son of a gun
no questions asked.
Now your job is to make sure they get all
the help they can need okay?
- Sir yes sir.
- Alright let's get to it.
- This op looks like it's gonna be about as much fun
as my last trip to the free clinic.
(water swooshing)
(ominous music)
- Wake up!
Carly wake up!
- Fine!
- We're almost at the docks.
- What?
- We're nearing the docks.
Are you alright?
(helicopter chopping)
(dramatic music)
- Set course to south, southwest one, one five seven.
Departure will be at 11:05.
Total trip time to the Newark should be three hours.
- Oh great a three hour tour.
- What was that Silva?
- Nothing LT.
- So Sarge is there gonna be an inflight movie on this trip
or what?
- Inflight movie Valante?
How 'bout I entertain you with tales of the week of KP duty
you'll be getting when we get back to port?
That'll take the hair off your palms
and put it on your chest where it belongs.
How's that sound to you marine?
(chuckles)
- I don't like the sound of that.
(bangs)
- Whoa, whoa easy there ma'am.
I got ya.
(giggles)
- Opps, (cries out) thank you.
Oh my aren't you a strong one?
- Well I work out, I mean you--
- At ease marine, she's with me.
- Yeah you and everyone else.
- Did you say something Dr. Ryan?
- We'll be moving as soon as your equipment is stowed
and everyone is strapped in for travel.
- [Lazlo] Sorry.
- Take us out Silva.
- Aye aye captain.
(water swooshing)
(equipment beeping)
Less than two clicks away from the Newark.
We dock in five.
- [Captain] Take us in Silva.
- Alright so it's like one a.m. last night and I can't sleep
'cause we're all going on this op today.
- Sounds like performance anxiety.
- So I head into the rec room you know,
see what's goin' on and I see the tube so I turn it on
now I'm flippin' through the channels right?
And, fuckin' with the state of network tv today
I wind up in in the no man's land of basic cable okay?
So what do I find while I'm surfing through those channels
that's right the pet psychic.
- In the sweet name of Jesus not this again.
- I swear this bitch can go all Yoda on dogs and cats
and even fuckin' gerbils.
She can tell you when, I'll bet your fuckin' parakeet
if you have a parakeet she can tell you when that parakeet
has issues with it's own mother,
like right outta the fucking egg man
or when your iguana is in the midst of some sort of manic
episode, it's crazy I swear.
- Oh man come on LT let me shoot him just once.
- No can do marine that's an improper use
of military ordinance.
- Because I have been sucked in to this 90 year old British
broad because she is havin' a sit down with the dude's
cocker spaniel.
- I don't know what it is with the guys these days.
This week it's the pet psychic last week it was
the antiques road show.
- And you know what the best part is man?
I am full on intrigued by this shit.
I am hangin' on every word that comes outta this bitch's
mouth, I swear to god if I had a--
- And I warned the brass about piping that life type
channel into the barracks.
Damn affirmative action.
- Right, next thing you know women are going to be wanting
to vote or heaven forbid, wear shoes and leave the kitchen.
- So the show ends and I am riveted as I watch this young
girl balling her eyes out because she's channeling that
chick's dead ferret.
It's frickin' hypnotic man.
I'm just hoping I get back in time
to watch the next episode.
(dramatic music)
- Docking in five,
four,
three,
two,
one.
(electronic beeping)
(dramatic music)
- If you ladies are finished discussing last nights offering
of must see tv let's gear up
and get ready for dispersal in five.
Move it!
(equipment whirring)
- Thank you.
(water swooshing)
- The seal looks firm sir.
I think we're in the green.
- Open it. - Yes sir.
Opening hatch.
(grunting)
- 10 bucks says the hatch wins.
- Done.
(grunting)
- Almost,
got it!
(banging)
(creaking)
(dramatic chord)
(sniffing)
- Ah man what's that smell?
- [Captain] What the hell?
(coughing)
Get him outta there.
(coughing)
- [Marine] Big guy, yeah come on.
Help.
- [Marine] What the hell?
- Rookie you cost me 10 bucks.
- Jesus it smells like
ass and cabbage.
- No it smells like...
- Death, decomposition.
- Decomposition?
- Yea and a lot of it to be putting out this kind of stench.
(dramatic music)
- Volante you're our first lucky contestant.
Silva you're number two, take the starboard.
Sarge and I'll take the port
(snaps)
(dramatic music)
(gently bangs)
Weapons at the ready, perimeter set to 10 feet starboard
and port of our position.
Dr. Ryan your team'll follow once the area below is secure.
Yarges, bring up the rear and secure the gear below.
- Sir yes sir.
- Go.
(dramatic music)
- Clear!
(dramatic music)
- Clear.
- Ah well this is interesting.
(dramatic music)
Dude that Ellie chick--
- [Captain] Clear.
- She's frickin' hot.
Ryan too you know in a Elsa the she wolf sorta way.
- Dude, you'd fuck a snake if somebody held it's head.
- [Marine] Well yeah.
- What's the hold up here?
- Seems to have been an accident here LT.
- Coffee breaks over move out.
- (sniffs) Oh I don't know how but it's worse out here.
- You two secure the starboard side passageway.
Be careful.
- 10 four LT.
- I'll start securing the port.
- Got it boss.
(dramatic music)
(banging)
- Shit!
Fuck.
(spits)
(ominous music)
Fuck!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey!
Hey get in here!
- Will you shut up?
Shh shh shh.
(hand muffles out speech)
I know, I know, I know I saw it too.
It was massive.
It was the same in all the rooms.
Someone came in here with a buzz saw
tore through these guys like tissue paper.
(hand muffles out speech)
Right, right sorry, sorry.
- Man this is fucked!
(ominous music)
(dramatic chord)
(dramatic music)
(clicking)
(whips)
(dramatic music)
- Let's get back to...
(gun firing)
The LT!
- Go!
(dramatic music)
Status.
- [Marine] It's the Lt.
- Anything that tries to get through this door
that doesn't wear a crew cut, shoot.
(ominous music)
(sniffing)
- It smells like fresh gunfire in here.
(ominous music)
(gun firing)
(ominous music)
(water swooshing)
(dramatic chord)
- Silva.
- You.
- Nice going there slick.
You got him.
- Look again.
(dramatic chord)
- I see your nine and I'm considering raising
you. (dramatic chord)
- Touche.
- If you boys are finished we got work to do.
Where's the Lieutenant?
- Couldn't find him.
And on top of that the entire crew it's been torn to pieces.
They were slaughtered.
- [Man] By what?
- I don't know I was hoping Dr. Ryan
could answer that question.
- I'm not sure I like your tone marine.
You know that the specifics of product TM are a matter
of classified Genutech intellectual property.
- Yeah need to know basis right?
Well I'm second in command and I need to know if there
anything on this ship that's going to endanger our lives.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm still in charge here even if your Lieutenant
has gone into hiding.
Are we clear?
The first thing we have to do is get the lights back on.
The primary circuit breakers one level down
near the mess hall, here.
I don't know about you but I'd prefer not to have to travel
length of the Newark in dark halls covered with dead bodies.
- Well, the mess hall is almost directly below us.
I spotted stairs to a lower deck 20 feet to starboard.
A two man team could get down there
and back in a couple of minutes.
From what I read your Mr. Hollyfield is some sort of
mechanical genius, he should have no problems getting
the lights up and running again.
- Exactly, you should be able to get the air conditioning
and recycling units working as well.
They must have malfunctioned from lack of maintenance
and as hot and humid as it is right now
it's only going to get worse.
- Volante as your dance card isn't filled I would like you
to take Mr. Hollyfield down and get the lights back on.
You've got 10 minutes.
- Alright Lazlo we got work to do.
- [Lazlo] Oh okay oh excuse me.
- So Laz you know much about submarines?
- Oh the first boat known to have been navigated underwater
was built in 1620, excuse me, by the Dutchman
Cornelis ven Drebbel.
Ven Drebbel was said to have developed a chemical that would
purify the air and a lot of the crew stayed submerged
for extended periods of time.
Thank you.
Whoo it smells in here, did you fart?
- [Volante] No.
- [Lazlo] I bet someone did.
- [Volante] Wasn't me.
- We also need to get someone onto the bridge to check
things out there, see if we can get this crate on a steady
course or at least back up to the surface.
- The Newark is not our concern here.
We need to secure the cargo as soon as possible
and bring whatever we can over to the Palomino.
- The bridge first then your cargo
unless there's something I need to know
about your little project?
- Fine.
Let's get moving.
- [Sarge] Tick tock people, tick tock.
Keep an eye out for the LT.
(ominous music)
- [Lazlo] Do you know what today's nuclear powered
submarines cost?
- [Volante] No Laz, why don't you tell me?
- [Lazlo] They cost in excess of 30 million dollars,
30 million dollars and that's exclusive of a power plant.
- Yeah, yeah you just must be the life of the party
back at Genutech Laz.
- (laughs) Yeah, I was.
(ominous music)
(creaking)
- Geez man take it easy.
Alright it's that doorway just up ahead, let's go.
(ominous music)
(humming)
(zapping)
- The introduction of heat and moisture into
the basic wiring has caused a short.
But we should be back online as soon as I figure out where
where it is.
- Alright come on it's the red one,
it's always the red wire go ahead.
- Huh, okay.
(zapping) (cries out)
It's not the red wire.
- [Volante] How about the yellow one?
- Yellow?
(zaps) (yells)
- Whoo.
(coughing)
- [Lazlo] It's not the yellow one.
- Okay, okay, so I guess the black ones outta the question?
- I need a three quarter inch ratchet.
- No, no, no what you need is to show it who's boss hold on.
Use the hammer.
- Oh, okay.
(banging)
(laughing)
- [Volante] Oh you might be the world's oldest virgin Laz
but you did it!
(laughing)
(ominous music)
Shit.
(creaking)
(screaming)
- What's all the brown stuff?
- Smells like ah (sniffs) sweet.
(banging)
I don't know Sarge tastes kinda earthy.
- Shit.
(laughing)
- Excuse me.
- Excrement.
- [Marine] Oh crap (coughs).
- That's right marine what you got there's a handful
of animal excrement unless my analysis is mistaken.
- And what kind of animal excrement would that be Dr. Ryan?
I may not get as much access to the learning channel
as Volante but I'm not familiar with any kind of
naturally occurring submarine based fauna.
- Well leave 200 corpses lying around for two months
Sargent and you'd be surprised what can pop up
even on a submarine.
See?
Naturally occurring submarine based fauna.
- Keep movin'.
(dramatic music)
(squishing)
- Take a look at this.
They've evolved far beyond what we predicted in the lab.
I never thought they'd be able to reproduce.
(crackling)
- There must be some sort of minor leak in the reactor
accelerating the mutagens in their bodies
and speeding up their metabolisms.
- We need to make it to the hold as soon as possible
to see how extensive the initial release was.
If it's as bad as it looks
we might just have to scrap the mission.
- Negative.
I'm not about to let you just throw this project away.
- But the marines.
- The marines are trained to handle anything that's thrown
at 'em, they're big boys.
They can handle themselves.
(ominous music)
You just keep your mouth shut
and remember what our mission is.
We need to bring back as much of the original cargo as
possible and as many new samples as we can get our hands on.
(water swooshing)
(ominous music)
(creaking)
(ominous music)
- Check it out.
(ominous music)
(snaps)
(crackling)
(ominous music)
(crackling) (gun firing)
(ominous music)
(banging)
(ominous music)
- Go leave a trail of crumbs for the rookie come on.
- [Marine] I'm on it.
(thudding)
(ominous music)
(snaps)
(ominous music)
(crackling)
(ominous music)
(clicking)
(dramatic chord)
(thudding)
(banging)
(crying out)
- Dude! Dude!
It's okay, it's okay, shh shh it's okay, it's okay,
it's just me alright shhh.
- [Marine] There's something in there.
- There's nothing in there.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
(ominous music)
You see?
Nothing at all man you scared yourself is all.
(laughing)
- I know what I heard.
- Hey dude there's nothin' there
it's your imagination.
Creepy boat, dead bodies, Lieutenant's missing
I mean you know anybody'd be scared,
any rookie would be scared.
Yeah come on now come on let's go find the others man,
come on, come on, come on.
(water swooshing)
(coughs)
- [Sarge] Well glad the two of you could join us.
- Well, yeah the rookie got spooked and saw his own shadow
looks like we're in for another six weeks of winter.
(laughing)
Door looks trashed Sarge.
- Yeah, I don't like any of this.
Don't like it one bit.
Okay let's move inside, Yarges you're on point.
Okay step aside ma'am it's our job to--
- I know, I know we fight for freedom
wherever there's trouble.
- And he never gives up, he's always there.
- Would you shut the hell up.
Make sure the bridge is clear
and one more television reference I'll have you two
scrubbin' latrines back at Pendleton for a month.
- 15 years of training you think they could've given
him a sense of humor.
(door clangs)
(ominous music)
- [Sarge] Yarges check the helm see if we've got navigation.
Silva get on the radio and see if you can raise Pendleton.
(clicking)
- Pendleton this is the USS Newark do you read?
- Dr. Ryan--
- [Silva] Pendleton this is the USS Newark do you read?
- How long will it take you to secure
your cargo for transport?
- Um two hours maybe three.
- What the hell happened here doctor?
- Your guess is as good as mine.
We assumed that one of more of the crew members
either snapped from the isolation or tried to take control
of the Newark for unknown reasons.
Background profiles with a number of like--
- Bullshit, there's more going on here than a couple of
sailors having a bad day.
And I think you know what it is.
What was the Newark's cargo?
- That information is classified.
- Fuck the classification.
- No go on the radio Sarge.
Station's a mess, trashed one of the transmitters
must be down all I get is static.
- Okay do your best marine.
Anything to report to the helm Yarges?
- Yes Sarge, not that much, the helms as trashed as
everything else on this site.
(crackling)
- What in blue's blazes is that?
- It's the intercom.
(crackling)
- This is Sargent Harmon on the bridge please repeat.
- [Intercom] This is Volante reporting in sir.
- Okay go ahead son we hear you loud and clear.
- [Volante] Mr. Hollyfield was able to repair both
the lights and the air conditioning units sir.
We should be breathing freely now.
- Excellent marine.
Now get your ass up to the bridge pronto.
- Sir, we've got a survivor.
(ominous music)
(water swooshing)
- [Sarge] Who is he?
- [Volante] I don't know but by the looks of his clothing
he seems to be a civilian.
- [Sarge] One of the scientists?
Dr. Ryan?
- Thompson.
His name's Mike.
- Thompson.
Yes that's my name.
Thompson.
I am Thompson.
Thompson.
I am Thompson.
Thompson.
(laughing)
Thompson.
- (laughing) Thompson.
- I am
the Thompson.
- Hello there.
- [Mike] I am Thompson.
- [Carly] Mike what happened to you?
- Carly?
Um what are you doing here?
You're not supposed to be here.
No you needed space and then you left
and then (cries out).
Oh my God oh I hated that guy, I've always hated that guy.
Oh my God I must be dead in hell
'cause I always imagined hell to be full of assholes
and here he is their king.
(crying out)
- [Dom] I've had enough of your shit Thompson.
- Long live the king, long live the king.
- [Carly] Knock it off! Sarge!
Can't you see that there's something wrong with him?
- [Sarge] Enough, enough.
- [Dom] Fine you babysit him.
- It's okay, it's okay, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay Mike, you're safe now it's okay.
- Safe.
Is it really you and not a dream?
Are we in the really real world?
- Yes Mike we're in the really real world.
- The really really real world?
- Give him a minute, he's been stuck here for two months
who knows what he's been through.
- Silva how's the radio coming?
- It's fucked up beyond all recognition Sarge.
Communication, navigation, helm it's fully trashed.
- Okay Volante head back to the Palomino
and get a call up to the brass at Pendleton.
Tell them that we got one survivor
and that the Lieutenant is MIA.
Take Yarges and Silva with you
and then get back here and we'll have the search party.
- We should get the cargo and leave.
- Not without the up team.
- [Carly] Damn it.
- And what about the Newark?
- Well it's gonna be beyond our ability to recover.
They'll send a salvage team to tow it back.
- Affirmative, let's go guys.
(ominous music)
- What's the story with Thompson?
- Well Mike and I were involved for a long time
and when we broke up he took an assignment aboard the Newark
and when it disappeared it killed me.
Dom and I broke up over it.
And then he found Ellie at a Swedish science conference
and brought her into the project just to get back at me.
It was just to much for me to deal with
and this whole time I thought that Mike was dead
and that it was all my fault.
- Well that's a fine story you got there
and some other time I'd love to explore your whole
relationship with Mr. Paterno
but all I really wanted to know
was what Thompson's role on the project was
unless that's classified information as well.
- Mike was the head of TMot's field testing.
- Guess asking what you were field testing is still
out of bounds huh?
Thompson, can you tell us what happened to the crew?
- Carly.
- It's okay Mike, I'm here.
- Power failure at 16:05 caused the containment couplings
to fail and no one knew what happened until it was to late
and then she, she, she, she, she...
- What happened Thompson?
Who's she?
Who's she?
- It's okay Mike.
- (cries out) Don't touch me! (cries out)
- [Sarge] Get a hold of yourself man.
Get a hold of yourself.
What happened?
What happened?
- She came at night, killing everyone in her path.
She took everyone, everyone
except me.
- [Sarge] What are you talking about?
Who's she?
Who's she?
- Who's she? Who's she?
TMat, the queen. (dramatic chord)
(ominous music)
- [Marine] Bacon or what?
- [Marine] Peanut butter, bacon or peanut butter.
- [Marine] Oh come on that's just the dumbest
thing I've ever heard.
- [Marine] Yeah it's true Tom, there's no food that doesn't
go with either bacon or peanut butter,
but it has to be something that you'd actually eat
I mean it can't be like you know dirt
or shit or anything like that.
- [Marine] Oh okay so I guess that leaves out everything
from the mess hall.
(laughing)
- Seriously though, think about it there's nothing that
doesn't go with either bacon or peanut butter.
- [Marine] Caviar.
(metal creaking)
- [Marine] Bacon.
I'd eat bacon with caviar.
- [Marine] Well what about ice cream?
- [Marine] Peanut butter, you know you're not even trying.
- Where's Lazlo?
- I have no idea.
(humming)
(dramatic chord)
(humming)
(crackling) (ominous music)
(dramatic chord)
- Scorpion.
(crackling)
Or the phylum Arthropoda, class Arachnida, order Scorpiones.
Scorpions vary in size from about half an inch
to about six inches, they're mainly active at night.
Segmented body with six pairs of appendages.
Their pincer like claws are called--
(dramatic chord) (thudding)
(sploshing) (crying out)
(splashing) (crunching)
- [Marine] What about ice cream?
- [Marine] Peanut butter come on man you're not even trying.
- What about sushi?
- There's a bacon avocado roll.
- Yeah but I don't even like sushi.
It's nasty, it's slimy, it's disgusting
and I would never eat it.
- Doesn't matter, I would eat it.
- How about shaved ice?
- You can eat anything with shaved ice.
- No, no, no, the rookie's got a point there.
You are not gonna put bacon chips in a slurpee
or balls of peanut butter.
- But I mean--
- No, no buts this games stupid it's got no rules.
You're standing there asking him for an opinion
yet you stand there and you tell him his opinions wrong
you can't do that, plus man you said no condiments
and isn't that what peanut butter...
Jesus you're starting to piss me off.
- Oh come on.
- Aw fuck no, no you, zip, you're not allowed to talk
anymore, you shut your mouth.
You get your ass up there radio Pendleton
I feel the rage comin' on and I don't want you to see
me beat little Silva here.
(laughing)
- Come on Sargent.
I'm on it.
What the...
Hey there's something wrong with the lights up here.
- Oh this just keeps gettin' better and better.
Okay rookie needs a night light you wanna head up
and keep him company?
(metal creaking)
- [Marine] Hey Silva what about a burrito?
- Oh geez.
- I'll heat the radio and you find out what's wrong
with the lights in here.
- Okey dokey.
- I can't believe you just said that.
(banging)
Palomino to Pendleton do you read?
Palomino to Pendleton do you read over?
Oh come on.
Palomino to Pendleton do you read?
We've boarded the Newark and secured the bridge.
(dragging) The situation is serious.
Our commanding officer is missing.
One survivor has been found the rest of the crew is DOA.
The Newark's controls are damaged
and we are unable to repair them.
We'll continue the search for Lieutenant, over.
That's a roger Pendleton.
Palomino over and out.
(ominous music)
(thuds) (dramatic chord)
(thuds)
Jeff, think of anymore foods?
(ominous music)
(crackling)
(ominous music)
Jeff don't be such a spoil sport, keep trying.
(ominous music)
Jeff!
Hey Jeff what's wrong?
Oh fuck!
(dramatic music)
(gun firing) (yelling)
- Fucker sandwich!
- What's that Tom?
(gun firing)
- Look Yarges!
(gun firing) (crackling)
(guns firing)
(ominous music)
Come on get up.
- Yarges is dead, these things are all over the place!
(crying out)
Oh shit!
(crackling)
- Your orders are to assist me in the--
- I know what my orders are.
- Then why don't you be a good little soldier.
- Hey you!
You're gonna tell me everything you fuckin' know now!
- [Sarge] Stand down Tom.
Stand down.
What's wrong?
Where's Yarges.
- Dead.
Yes, killed by something that this fuckin' bitch
brought on board.
I don't imagine we're gonna see the LT again
for that either.
Now you are gonna tell me everything you fucking know.
- Put your gun down.
No one else is gonna get killed over this.
Project TMot was started in the late 1940's
it sprang out of atomic testing in the Arizona desert.
It studied the effect of radiation on local plant
and animal life and how it might have military application.
After a series of missteps the project went dormant until
advances in genetic engineering at the turn of the century
caused Genutech to resurrect it in the late '90's.
- You were experimenting on scorpions?
Scorpions.
What the hell were you people thinking?
- Imagine it a near endless supply of replicating killers
as a biological weapon the potential was enormous.
We were scheduled to begin testing off the coast
of Australia two months ago when the accident occurred.
- Yeah you mean the experiment, when your bugs got loose
and killed everyone about this ship.
And who's the TMat that your friend mentioned?
- The largest specimen in the containment was a female
we named her TMat.
She was kept separate from the males
to avoid uncontrolled reproduction.
- How many of these things do you think there are?
- They're breeding.
You can see their larva covering a number of the corpses.
But they have a slow gestation period,
as long as a year until they reach full size so you're
probably only dealing with the 24 or so from containment.
- 24 scorpions you say.
Minus the ones killed by Volante and Silva.
I'd say we do a hard target search
and exterminate the bastards.
For Mark, for the out team and for Yarges.
What do you say Silva?
- I saw what those things did to Yarges.
You can count me in.
- [Sarge] Volante?
- Well you know my answer Sam.
I'm a marine, we kill bugs dead.
- You two, make your way back to the Palomino.
We'll meet you there when we're done.
- I've got something here that can help you.
(zipping)
- Give me those fucking idiots!
I'll take care of this myself!
(yelling)
I can't believe Carly went along with them!
I thought she was smarter than this!
- She never deserved you baby.
Oh, oh come now.
Tell me all about the money
and I'll make sure you forget all about Dr. Carly Ryan.
- 20 million dollars for bringing back
viable scorpion specimens.
(ominous music)
- [Carly] The chemical in the scorpions carapice, while
invisible under normal conditions, is highly visible
when exposed to ultraviolet light.
These supplies will help you track the creatures
even in the darkest rooms.
(ominous music)
(dramatic chord) (cries out)
(guns firing)
(bullets tinging)
(ominous music)
- [Marine] The winds of change are blowin' mother fucker.
I have got a lead wrapped gift from Uncle Sam for ya
you pointy tailed fuckin' bitches!
(dramatic chord)
- [Marine] Duck season!
(gun firing)
- [Marine] Rabbit season!
- [Marine] Duck season!
- [Marine] Rabbit season!
- [Marine] Duck season!
- [Marine] Mother fuckin' rabbit season!
(guns firing)
(laughing)
(slow clapping)
- That particular uniform will never again terrorize
the halls of this ship.
- [Marine] Fuck.
- This room is clear, move on.
(metal creaking)
- That's right, we'll be bringing back a full sized
specimen of TMot and a number of the new larva.
Don't worry about the marines sir
I'll take care of them.
Don't worry!
Carly?
I'm sorry to have to report that Dr. Ryan will be a victim
of the Newark tragedy.
That's right, duty calls, gotta go, out.
- Tell me again about the money.
- 10 million dollars each.
- Oh yes!
(crackling)
(dramatic music) (guns clicking)
(dramatic music) (guns firing)
(bangs)
(dramatic music)
(guns firing) (dramatic music)
(equipment rumbling)
(metal creaking)
(ominous music)
(screams)
- Mike!
Help Mike!
(yells)
(ominous music)
(sobbing)
- Dr. Ryan?
Ah Carly ah I think we better go.
- [Carly] Shit.
(ominous music)
- Follow me.
(ominous music)
(smashing)
(ominous music)
- [Carly] How...
Um Mike where are we?
- [Mike] Watch.
Come.
Sit.
They don't like it here.
Here, here, here.
10 four one niner hey, hey, hey.
10 four one niner 10 four.
- Vibration, scorpions hunt by vibration.
So this place must drive them crazy.
- [Mike] Yeah see I'm not a complete lunatic.
- How long before we can leave?
- Soon.
- Oh mama want's to go shopping.
- Wait here while I go bag us a bug.
- Do you want me to keep it warm for you?
- I'll be back.
- Hurry.
(ominous music)
- It's hotter here, more humid.
- Yeah we must be getting close to their nest
and maybe the queen.
(ominous music)
The cargo hold is down there
and the engine room is that way.
- Well the cargo hold.
- Yeah, that's probably the most likely spot for her.
Let's show that bitch what happens when you piss
on the US Marine Corp.
Lock and load.
(guns clicking)
On me.
(ominous music)
Something's not right.
Oh my god.
(clicking)
(dramatic music)
- How, how many of those things did they say
they brought on board?
- 24, fuck that we've killed 15 or 20 so far already.
Now you tell me how does 24 minus 15 equal a fuck load?
- Since the ships radiation energized the bastards
any recovery team sent in here is gonna be slaughtered.
- No, fuck this.
A supersize can of raid kills the fucks right here.
(bangs)
- Hold your fuckin' shit private.
Who knows what setting off an explosive this close
to the nuclear reactor will do.
You wanna kill us all?
- No I don't wanna kill us all
but listen if we don't go in there
and do something about this then who's gonna do it huh?
Look I don't know about you guys
but I do not wanna see those Genutech fucks
get ahold of these things.
- Don't worry private.
I've got an idea on how we can keep that from happening.
- [Radio] Can anyone hear me?
This is Dr. Ryan.
(ominous music)
Sargent Harmon are you there?
- We're not gonna let these things get out.
I'm here Dr. Ryan I thought I told you and the others
to make your way to the Palomino, wait for us there.
- [Carly] We couldn't make it Sargent.
- Where are you now?
- [Carly] We're in room 262 on level two
we need to get out of here before the creatures find us.
- We'll come and get you.
Silva you're with me.
Tom I don't like doing this but I want you to find Paterno
and Miss Winters see if you can get them to meet us
at the Palomino.
- Oh I'll find our prodigal son,
bring him back safe and sound, even if it kills him.
- Careful Tom.
- Oh don't you worry.
I hate that guy so much I can taste it my
fuckin' balls man.
(ominous music)
Well, well what have we here?
(ominous music)
What the hell are you up to?
(ominous music)
(gasps) (crackling)
(screams)
(dramatic chord)
(screaming) (growling)
- Dom! Dom!
Dom! Dom!
Dom! Dom!
(ominous music)
(crying)
(ominous music)
(screams)
(ominous music)
- You should eat something Carly.
It's helps you pass the time.
- No.
I have to get us out of here.
I don't like being trapped in this place.
Mike, I was so scared that
that you were dead and that it was all my fault.
- Ah no, no, no, it wasn't your fault.
Hey.
We're gonna be okay.
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(guns firing)
(crying)
- Dom? Dom?
Dom.
Oh Dom.
(thuds) (gasps)
(clicking)
(dramatic chord)
(thudding)
(gun clicks)
- Freeze fucker.
Put your gun on the ground, now!
Now!
My god man.
You just stood there and watched her die?
I should shoot you right now
you cold blooded fuckin' bastard.
- [Dom] You could try.
(whacking)
That's right I just stood there and let her die.
That means 20 million dollars all to myself.
There's nothing you or your marine buddies can do about it.
(scraping)
(guns firing)
(cries out)
(smacks)
- [Sarge] Alright, open this cup.
(grunts)
- It's locked Sarge.
- Are you shitting?
Dr. Ryan are you in there?
Open the door.
(banging)
(crying out)
- If they get in that door we're dead.
- Calm down Mike, Mike, Mike.
Is there any other way out of here?
What about the ventilation ducts?
(banging)
(crying out)
- Yeah, yeah we should be able to make our way,
we should be able to make our way.
- Hurry.
(crying out)
- [Sarge] Dr. Ryan open the door.
- [Carly] Harmon.
- Yeah.
- Is this a private party or can anybody join in?
- Alright you two, we're leaving grab your gear
and let's go.
- Where're the others?
- Tom is keeping an eye on your ex boyfriend.
They'll meet us at the Palomino.
- [Carly] Come on.
(ominous music)
(scraping)
- [Sarge] Fire!
(guns firing)
(ominous music)
- Oh it's Ellie.
No!
(ominous music)
- Oh man Tom I told you to be careful.
(ominous music)
- What's that?
- What?
(dramatic chord)
- Recognize this?
We're gonna find him
and give it back to him.
(ominous music)
- Hold up.
Listen.
- What do you mean you can't get me out of here?
I need an evac ASAP.
That's correct the escape vehicle is full of hostiles.
- Served with a round of fuck.
- In that case my fee has just doubled.
That's right 40 million dollars or you don't get squat.
- [Sarge] Hold your fire unless he forces
you to defend yourself.
- Done.
I'll bring you back your specimen
you just get me my money.
(dramatic music)
- [Sarge] Put the guns on the ground.
Do it!
- Are you people still alive?
What the hells it take to get rid of you?
- Put the guns down!
- I told you to stay outta sight.
(cries out)
- Back off Carly you can still come with me.
- No you asshole you're gonna pay for what you've done.
- No one do anything stupid.
- Put the guns down Dom.
We all just wanna make it out of here in one piece.
- Big wigs are paying me a lot of money to make sure
I bring back one of your children to Genutech.
(grunting)
(ominous music)
- Hey what's wrong marine?
(gags)
(dramatic chord)
Get down!
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(clicking) (gun firing)
(screaming) (clicking)
(yelling) (gun firing)
(ominous music)
(crying out)
- [Carly] It's dead Mike, it's dead.
(crying out)
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Come on.
- Paterno got away.
- Let's just make it to the Palomino
and get out of here.
Harmon.
- I can't.
- What?
- Paterno's still alive.
I gotta make sure that he doesn't get off this ship
with any of the scorpions.
You and Thompson get to the Palomino
just remove the docking clamps and switch on the auto pilot
the sub will do the rest.
- And what are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna blow up the reactor and take out the ship
and the scorpions and your ex boyfriend.
- We can all make it out of here in one piece Sam
Dom's not worth throwing your life away for.
- It doesn't matter now anyway.
(crackling) (dramatic chord)
Go on get to the Palomino.
Go on run for the Palomino.
Run! (crackling)
Come to papa.
Come on.
Where are you?
(ominous music)
- [Dom] I can't let you do that now can I?
(alarms blaring)
(cries out)
(alarm muffles out speech)
- No kidding, let's hurry up and get the hell out of here.
(dramatic music) (alarm blaring)
- And so it comes down to you and me.
- [Dom] And my Italian made side arm.
(clicks) (gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(whacking) (crying out)
(alarm blaring)
(spits)
(alarm blaring)
- Looking for this?
- [Dom] No I was looking for this.
(gun firing)
(alarms blaring)
(crying out)
(alarms blaring)
- Climb up the ladder Mike.
(dramatic chord)
(choking)
- You climb up the ladder Carly.
(gagging)
Oh, no, no, no, no Carly, oh Carly, Carly.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm sick, I'm sick.
I'm sick I need help Dr. Ryan please come back.
Oh hello Carly, Carly, Carly I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm really sick, I'm really sick, I'm really sorry.
(dramatic chord)
(thuds) (bangs)
(crying out)
(cries out)
(thuds)
(hisses)
(splashing)
(cries out)
(laughing)
- I told you you couldn't beat me.
All I have to do is put the reactor back online
and then take care of the lovely Dr. Ryan.
I think I'll have some fun with her
before I kill her. (clicking)
Huh, what do you think about that Harmon?
(laughing)
- I quit smoking
you can have my old lighter.
(fire whooshes) (screaming)
(alarms blaring)
(dramatic music)
(cloth ripping) (screaming)
(alarms blaring)
(thuds) (dramatic chord)
(crying out) (whacking)
- Hang on Mike.
(engine whirring)
We're out of here.
(electric beeping)
(ominous music)
(alarms blaring) (crying out)
(crackling)
- Come on you mother fuckers I ain't dead yet.
(crunching) (banging)
(electronic beeping)
(alarms blaring) (ominous music)
(booming)
- Yes.
(water sploshing)
(electronic beeping)
We're safe now Mike.
Mike?
Are you back there Mike?
Mike?
(dramatic chord)
(screaming)
(eerie music)
(whirring)
(clicks)
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