Dead Fire (1997) - full transcript
The year is 2062. The Earth is no longer inhabitable and has been left in ruins. On-board the space station USS Legacy in orbit around Earth, the Earth's population are in suspended animation whilst the space station is under military control and scientists are working on a project to make Earth inhabitable again. After disobeying orders, trying to apprehend a out-of-control soldier on a rampage, tough soldier Captain Cal Brody is sentenced by his commanding officer, Colonel Alexa Stant, to guard the stasis chamber where the Earth's population is in suspended animation for 3 months. But the USS Legacy is taken over by criminal Max Durbin and a group of escaped convicts, who have been freed by Alexa from the prison colony on Earth and Alexa decides to help them. Cal sets out to stop Max and Alexa's scheme and believes he is the only man who can stop Max, who plans to use Cal's scientist girlfriend Kendall Foster experiment to make the Earth inhabitable again, by using the sun's rays to clear the Earth's surface.
- The earth
has been laid waste,
fit only for the
dead and the damned.
A few short years of war
and environmental madness
have ravaged an entire planet.
Paradise turned to Hell by
the mindless hand of man.
- You hear me?
I'll blow her head off!
Hear me?
I want some more chug!
- Pen's dead.
- Bang,
bang, you're dead.
- Nobody has to
get hurt, Mathers.
- Wrong, everybody
has to get hurt.
- And why is that?
- Because I say so.
- Ask him what he wants, Danner.
- They wanna know what you want.
- They wanna know what I want?
You tell them I want.
I want off this shit locker!
Round and round,
and round, and round!
- Got a wall climber.
Get me a suppression
team on alert.
- Yes, ma'am.
- They answer to my command.
I saw something move.
There.
Brody, insubordinate fool!
- Well?
- I'm working on it, okay?
- He's gonna screw
the whole thing up.
Brody, back off,
that's an order!
- I had enough of
this hell hole!
Get me a shuttle down
to the earth right now.
- Look buddy, why do you wanna
go down to Earth, it's dead!
- That's my business!
And I want a steak.
A real one, none of that
simulated bean curd shit.
And I'll have her
as an appetizer.
- No, leave her alone!
- You want it instead, hotshot?
Get me a medic!
I need a medic!
A medic!
Get me a medic!
- You want a medic,
you son of a bitch?
Huh?
You want a medic?
You piece of shit.
Open up and say ah.
- Cool it, put it down, Brody!
- Open it up.
- I said put it down!
Now!
- He killed Danner
and he killed Pen.
- Who made you judge,
jury, and executioner?
- He did.
- Put it down!
- All right, Maggot.
- Come on, move it.
- It's over.
- What were you
gonna do, Colonel?
Negotiate with the
son of a bitch?
- We could've talked him down!
- When?
Before or after he
killed the woman?
- You got big balls,
Brody, I'll give you that!
But you just tripped over
them for the last time.
- What the hell is
that supposed to mean?
- We'll let Commander
Holden decide that.
- Anything to say for yourself?
- Sir, I was doing my job, sir.
- Your job is to see
to the general security
of this station,
not playing cowboy.
- Mathers was on a rampage.
- Oh, and you weren't?
- Danner and that canteen
worker needed bullets,
not bullshit.
- Enough of this.
I've known you for
a long time, Cal,
and I knew your
father before that.
He died in the line of duty.
Looks like you're trying
to do the same thing.
- I appreciate that, sir,
and with all due respect,
if I were my father,
we would not be having
this conversation.
- No more insubordination.
- For the most part, you
have an excellent record,
but this time I will have
to take disciplinary action.
Mathers gets sent down to the
prison colony on the surface,
and you get the cryo bay.
- Sir?
- Three months' rotating duty.
- The freezer, sir, you're
sending me down with the stiffs?
- Colonel Stant here thinks
that a spell on the cryo bay
might be just the thing to
cool off that temper of yours.
I tend to agree.
- Thank you, Commander.
- Thank you, Colonel,
it being your idea.
- One of my better ones.
Pack up your gear
and kiss your loved ones
goodbye, Captain Brody,
unless you wanna
lose these for good.
I expect you at drop
shaft one at 1800 hours.
And wear something warm, Brody.
It's cold where you're going.
- Screw you, Colonel.
- What was that?
- I said too true, Colonel.
- I've seen all this
before, Kendall,
your so-called ring of fire.
- Yes, but you haven't--
- I'm just as tired as you are
of spinning around that airless
ball of garbage down there,
but your theory doesn't work.
We've tried three times now.
- Commander, there are more
than 78 functional satellites
in the earth's orbit.
If we can run enough
juice through them,
we can set up a chain
reaction and zap the earth,
like shaking up a bottle of pop.
- I know the theory, Kendall.
- It's all hard science.
Shake the bottle hard enough
and all the inert
gases will be released.
It works.
- Would work, if we
had enough energy.
We don't.
- I don't need the Legacy
for power, not anymore.
- What?
Simulation begins now.
- Solar flare?
- And the old Hubble Telescope.
See, by directing the
energy from the flare,
we get a massive
concentrated laser effect,
like an old-fashioned
magnifying glass,
which shakes up the pop bottle.
And then we all go home.
After all these years,
the sleepers wake.
Interesting, but when?
- What about now?
We have got a flare
coming up, a big one.
- Which is why I've
asked you to be here.
- Okay, Kendall, proceed.
- Everything's aligned.
- What energy level do we need?
- Anything over
85% will give us enough.
- 35%.
40.
65%.
- Come on,
come on.
- 81%!
- Satellite
confluence, all systems green.
- We're losing it!
78% and falling.
49%.
It's no use,
Kendall, we lost it.
- We'll just get it on the
next solar flare, Commander.
Commander Holden.
- Like you said, next time.
- Yeah.
If there is a next time.
Hey.
- Hey.
- I heard about Danner, Cal.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah, well I heard your
day wasn't so hot, either.
- Maybe things will
get better for us, huh?
- Don't count on it
anytime too soon.
- What are you doing?
- Packing.
- I don't get it.
- Stant has reassigned
me to the cryo bay.
- Oh no.
- This nut kills two people,
and I get a three month shift
down in the freezer, taking
care of a bunch of stiffs.
- They're not stiffs, Cal,
they're sleepers in stasis.
- You know, it's probably
just one big waste of time.
- It's not a waste of time,
Cal, they're our future.
One day we'll
repopulate the earth.
One day we'll all go home.
- Tell that to
Danner's wife, huh?
Ah, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Ken, I just...
It's been a bad day, all right?
- It's okay.
- I'm sorry, sweetie.
Hey, I gotta go.
- Okay.
- All right?
- Come here.
Maybe I could give you
a few memories, huh?
Keep you warm?
How's that?
- I don't know.
- No?
- No, it's still cold.
- Warmer?
- Much.
- Get up!
- 1800 hours and no Brody.
Figures.
Go find the son of a bitch
and make sure he gets
down to the cryo bay.
I'll handle Mathers.
- You're gonna take the
prisoner down yourself?
- Do you have a
problem with that?
- No, ma'am.
- That's all.
- Shit, I'm late.
Knock it off.
You keep doing that,
I'm gonna go AWOL.
- Well maybe you should.
Three months is a long time.
I'm gonna miss you.
- Gonna miss you too.
- Cal?
Why does Alexa hate you so much?
- When Max Durbin tried
to organize a mutiny,
I figured it out before she did,
and I got some hair
whip with that.
- But he killed your father.
- Yeah, I know.
I know he did.
I gotta go.
Okay.
- Cal?
- Yeah?
- It's nothing.
- Hey.
- What's that for?
- That's for luck.
- I don't need luck.
I just need you.
- Already got me.
It's for love then, all right?
I gotta go.
- It's about time, hero.
We were about to go fetch you.
- What, is that what you do
when you're one of
Stant's little puppies?
Go fetch?
- You're a real
smart ass, aren't you?
- How you doing
back there, Colonel?
Do you want some help?
- If I need help,
I'll ask for it.
- Want some?
- You know, maybe I should.
You won't be needing
these where you're going.
- Stant, go for
launch, we are awaiting close.
- Attention, shoppers.
Got a special in the
frozen foods department.
Human beings!
All shapes and sizes.
Get them while they last,
only one per customer.
Shit.
Now you're talking to
yourself, great, Brody.
If anybody needs
anything, anything at all,
I'll just be in the next
room here, by myself here.
- We're coming out of orbit now.
Putting up the heat
shields for reentry.
- Eighth floor, frozen meats.
- Hey, put down the knife, huh?
Hey, somebody!
Easy, pal, just drop the knife.
Come on, come on.
Let's go.
Now stay down, all right?
Just stay down, somebody!
- You have
pre-authorized clearance.
- We have pre-authorized
departure clearance.
We can leave as soon as you
finish taking out the garbage.
- Cancel
Brody's access code.
- Jason Trent.
Why'd you try and
kill me, Jason?
Stasis withdrawal?
You're supposed to
be frozen, buddy.
Who got you out of the
freezer, Jason, huh?
Who thawed you out?
- New prisoner?
- No, I'm here for
the view, jerkoff.
- Just what we need, bigger
mouths and smaller assholes.
- Alexa?
The hell is she up to here?
Bingo.
- Hey, Colonel, what do
you got for me today?
- Lead poisoning.
- What the hell is demex?
Uh-oh.
What do you guys
got in common, huh?
- Do it.
- Open
this damn thing!
- We're in trouble.
Durbin.
- Alexa.
- Topside control, this
is Brody in the freezer.
Come in, topside.
Topside control, this
is Brody in the freezer.
Come in, topside.
- I see you brought
along the goodies.
- I brought you something else.
I thought you'd want it back.
- Jeez, Max, sorry.
- I'm not angry.
I'm not angry, I'm not.
I love you, Ma.
I knew you wouldn't desert me.
- You know what they say
about old acquaintances
not being forgotten, Max.
- Who's this?
- Nobody.
- Thanks for dropping in.
- Come along, gentlemen.
I have a score to settle.
Upstairs.
- Access denied.
Access denied.
- Oh, beautiful.
- Come in, Legacy
docking control,
this is shuttle one on approach.
- Is
that you, Cassidy?
- Cassidy is
slightly indisposed.
This is Colonel Alexis
Stant, security.
Do I get docking authorization,
or do I shove your
head up your ass?
- Yes, ma'am.
You have authorization,
and commence docking.
- Just like old times.
- Better.
- Trouble?
- All security
controls just went out.
- A fault in the system?
- I'm not sure.
Nothing's responding,
all systems are down.
- What?
That's impossible.
What the hell's going
on with my ship?
- Uh.
My ship.
- Durbin.
- Ahoy there, matey.
Long time, no see.
What a lad.
He needs a painkiller,
Pip, could you?
- Murdering bastard.
There's no need to kill him.
- Murder's not a question
of need, Commander,
just a necessity.
- You're insane.
- Insane?
No.
Vision.
Clean, precise vision.
- What do you want, Durbin?
- Oh.
Haven't we been
through this before?
You know perfectly
well what I want.
- Yes, I do.
Your twisted arrogance will
destroy any chance we have
of creating a new Earth.
- Twisted arrogance.
- And I will not
let that happen.
- My mother told me not to
say anything about a person
if you couldn't
say something nice.
- Colonel Stant.
- Nice retirement
speech, though.
We'll make it your epitaph.
As of now, the USS Legacy
is under new management.
Complaints?
Questions?
That's the spirit.
Put me on the P.A.
I wanna inform everyone
that Max is back.
- Up, up, up, up!
Get up!
- Oh my god.
C4 explosives.
Why do I feel like
my day's just begun?
- Apathy and weakness have
no place in the future.
Under your former captain,
you endured too many years
idly waiting for a
natural regeneration
that will not happen.
That era is over.
The time has come to act.
Cooperate with me,
continue to do your jobs,
and I will lead you
into a bountiful future.
If you fail me, or defy me,
then may God have
mercy on your soul.
'Cause I won't.
- Very nice.
- I've been working on it.
Status.
- All key systems are secure.
The ship is ours.
- Nothing can stop us now.
- Kendall.
- What can I do
for you gentlemen?
- Commander Durbin
wants you to get ready
to show him your experiment,
or whatever it is you do.
- A wet one.
Just how I like it.
- No.
Here, the boss wants you
to get one of these stiffs,
Amos Tucker.
- Who is he?
- How the hell should
I know who he is?
Just do as you're told!
- Can I get
something for myself?
- Why bother?
When Durbin gets things
fixed up on the surface,
he's not gonna let psychotic
morons like you breed.
Get the hell out of here.
Sorry to bother you, ladies.
For the time being.
- We're in trouble, aren't we?
- Yeah, big time.
- Tucker, Tucker.
Mucker, schmucker.
Tucker, Tucker, mucker.
Tucker, Tucker, mucker.
- Oh shit.
- Tucker, Tuck.
Lucker.
- Oh no.
- Tugger.
- No, no, no, no.
- Sucker.
- Oh no.
No, no.
- Tucker.
Sucker.
Tucker.
Anybody home?
Hello.
- Can I help you out there, pal?
- You Trent?
- If I'm not Trent,
I'm dead meat, right?
- Right, right.
I don't read so good, you know.
Durbin wants this guy up
and around right away.
- Durbin, huh?
- Yeah.
He ready yet?
- Tucker.
No, no, not quite.
Why don't you relax?
- Okay.
- Amos Tucker.
- Oh, creepy.
- Why don't you just
have a seat there, relax,
and I'll finish up, all right?
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Pretty quiet down here.
Must get lonely, huh?
- Actually, you'd be surprised.
- I guess you got all the women
you want down here, right?
- You bet.
Why, you wanna crack a cold one?
- Oh, might be nice.
- I've got just the
girl for you right here.
Just take a couple of minutes.
You have to strip down.
- Yeah, how come?
- Well, we gotta cool you
off a bit, warm her up some,
meet somewhere in the
middle, if you know what I,
you know what I'm talking about.
Can't have you sticking together
like a tongue to
a frozen doorknob.
- Oh no, no, I guess not.
So.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I should.
- You are ready, aren't you?
Okay.
- I don't see any girl.
- Oh, you will.
You will.
- She pretty?
- She's a dream.
Open up, open wide.
There you go.
You ready?
Asshole.
- Who are you?
- Well I ain't the sandman.
Why don't you climb
out of there, pal.
Come on, let's go.
- I do something
wrong or something?
- Well that
remains to be seen.
- Oh god.
- Why don't you
put down the stick.
- This, it's a Balabushka.
- Yeah, I'm impressed,
put it down.
- God, where the hell are we?
- I read your file, sci ops,
scientific operations,
classified.
- My sci ops file?
- You're Tucker,
right, Amos Tucker?
- Yeah, that's me.
- What do you know about
explosives, Tucker?
Hey, you got ice
in your ears there?
I just asked you a question.
- Stop yelling at me.
Don't know what
you're talking about.
- Max Durbin.
Tell you what, my friend,
I highly suggest you
start talking, and now,
or I'm gonna find a
very uncomfortable place
to hide your babushki.
- It's a Balabushka.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've
been out of town for a minute.
- Yeah, you're right.
I don't know what it is
that Durbin finds so
special about you.
Not yet, anyway.
I'll tell you one thing, Amos.
You just woke up
into a nightmare.
- Now that, my
friend, I understand.
Oh god.
- Kendall Black, I presume.
- You presume correctly.
- My sources would
lead me to believe
that you have a viable
alternative to this environment.
A regenerated, reborn
Earth, to be precise.
- Your sources have
good information,
not that it matters.
- And why is that?
- The flare wasn't
strong enough.
My experiment didn't work.
- If at first you don't
succeed, try, try again.
Works for me.
- Is that what I'd
be doing, Mr. Durbin?
Working for you?
I'd rather die first.
- That can be arranged.
For your friend as well, huh?
- Let her go, I can't
do the work without her.
- I want what you
want, Miss Black.
A planet, a civilization
where weakness is a
thing of the past,
and you can be a part of that.
- Let me think about it.
- Make it fast.
Time is of the essence.
I want you to be ready the
next time our orbit coincides
with the Hubble Telescope.
Understand?
Oh, something you should know.
I've arranged for
someone special
to be brought out of stasis.
He'll be analyzing your
particle acceleration theory.
His name is Tucker, Amos Tucker,
a real scientist.
- Hey, is this guy
a buddy of yours?
- And the asshole was good
for something after all.
Look, it won't take long
before Durbin figures
out he's missing,
and I don't want
you to just stay,
don't touch anything, all right?
Just lay low, all right?
I'll get back as soon as I can.
- No, wait, wait a second.
Where do you think you're going?
- Me?
I'm going to look
up an old friend.
- Well what do
you want me to do?
- I don't know,
play with your stick
or whatever the hell it is.
- No, no, no, wait a sec,
you don't get it, do you?
Now excuse me for being
a little concerned here,
but I've been an ice cube
for the past 50 years,
so you're gonna have
to bear with me.
Now you wake me up in the
middle of a goddamn mutiny,
for what, I don't know,
but I'm still stuck
out here in the middle
of this space station, or
whatever you wanna call it.
I'm surrounded by dead people,
you're pointing guns at my face,
and look at this really
bad suit I'm wearing.
- What do you want?
You want an apology,
fine, okay, I apologize,
I am very sorry,
I mean that, I am.
I am sorry, this wasn't
part of the plan.
- You're putting me back.
- I'm what?
- You're gonna put me back.
- No, I can't do that.
No, I can't do that!
- You thawed me out,
you put me back.
Freeze me.
- Look, I can't do that.
- Freeze me!
Freeze me!
- Look, you don't understand,
I actually can't do that.
I don't know how.
I'm sorry.
- Something tells me mankind
still needs a little help.
Just give me a cigarette.
- Sorry again.
Tucker, I'm sorry you got
dropped into the middle of this,
all right, I'm sorry
we all got dropped
into the middle of
this, but there it is.
- If this guy's so rough,
why don't I just go with you?
- No.
I work faster when I'm alone.
You know how to
work one of these?
- Look, look, look,
no gung ho, okay?
- It's just in case,
I don't need gung ho.
- Well good.
'Cause I don't do gung ho.
Wow.
- It's showtime.
- I notice an excessive
interest in this Kendall Black.
- Scientific only, I assure you.
- Why do we need her?
We have the Legacy.
- I want more than a
broken down space station.
I want it all.
- So we wait around
for Kendall Black
to find a solar flare
big enough for us?
- I have no intention of
waiting for any solar flare,
no matter how large.
No.
Power source is right here.
- The cryo bay reactor?
- Exactly.
Kendall's theory,
but with the reactor
instead of the solar flare.
- Sheer genius.
- Maniac or not,
he may be our only hope.
- You can't be serious,
wanna cooperate with him?
- Did you see the
look on Stant's face?
She would have killed me
without even thinking about it.
Yes, I say we cooperate.
At least for the time being.
- Okay, for the time being.
- Boss.
- What do you want?
- It's about our old boss.
- Yes?
- We seem to have lost him.
- Then perhaps you'd
better find him.
Now!
- That's a good plan, boss.
- I thought you said these
were your best men, Max.
- Good help is so hard to find.
- Goddamn that Earl, can't
he do anything right?
Rainey, make your way
down to computer control,
go see if that
peckerhead's gone off
playing with himself again, huh?
Krypler, come with me.
I swear to god, that guy
really gets on my nerves,
I try to help him out.
- Disgrace me, will you?
Back, slag, or I shall give
you what you really deserve.
And I shall turn you
with the rushing tip!
Silence, fool!
- Trent.
Earl.
- They're not here right now.
- Who are you?
- I'm Tucker, Amos Tucker.
- Really?
- Mr. Tucker, how nice to
meet you at last, I'm Durbin.
Max Durbin.
- The pleasure's mine, sir.
- Pardon me for saying so,
but I was expecting
someone a bit more
analytical.
- Really?
Thank you.
- You are a particle
physicist, aren't you?
- Of course I am.
Particles are my life.
I know everything there is
to know about particles.
I'm the best.
Go ahead, name a particle.
You wanna know about a
particle, I'm your man.
Go ahead, I'll show you.
What particle you
wanna know about?
Go ahead, come on, ask me
about a particle, go ahead.
- Yes, that's fine,
thank you, Mr. Tucker.
When Mr. Trent and
Earl come back,
would you do me the honor
of joining me on the bridge?
- Oh, I'd be delighted.
- Good, good.
So much to ask you.
- Count on me, sir.
- Flick.
- You're a fruit loop.
- Still not sure we
should be doing this.
- Doing what?
- Durbin's back, he's
taken over the ship.
- Tell me about it,
he's got about 10 tons
of plastic explosives strung
up and down drop shaft one.
- Why would he want to
separate the cryo bay?
What does he gain?
- I think I know.
A power source.
- Power source for what?
- Cryo bay reactor.
- He's not gonna wait
for another solar flare,
he's going to initiate
the satellite sequence
by blowing the cryo bay.
There's no time to explain,
but he's gonna test my theory
by blowing the reactor.
We've gotta stop him.
- All right, look, the
explosives are wired
into the main electrical system.
Can't you just flick
a switch or something?
- No, not without setting
off all sorts of alarms.
- What about the
central computer?
If Durbin has the
detonators wired
in the main electrical system,
then they have to be controlled
through the computer, right?
- Right, he won't be able
to set off the explosives
if we took the
command circuit board
out of the main computer.
- But...
- But what?
- The main computer is submerged
in a cool grescent pool.
It freeze to death in a minute,
two at the most,
it's impossible.
- Kendall, how do
I recognize this thing?
- They're color-coded.
The one with the blue tab
operates the command
system controls.
- All right.
- Don't let him go.
- You come back safe, okay?
- Never say die, ladies.
- Earl!
Earl!
When I find that inbred,
cousin-screwing, pig-banging,
mother freaking,
bunched up idiot,
I'm gonna rip the skinny
lips off his ugly face.
Or maybe I'll just shoot him.
- Everything quiet?
- Yeah.
- Huh?
What'd I tell you?
Earl, you gotta
cut this shit out!
- Hey Giz.
- Sleeping
on the job, Earl?
- Closed.
- Huh?
- Open.
- Jesus!
Rainey, this is Gizmo.
We got a situation here, Rainey.
Come in, goddamn it!
Shit!
You stay here.
If anything moves, kill it!
- Everything's under control.
Only a few more minutes.
- Kendall Black was
telling the truth.
She didn't have enough
power from the solar flare.
Where the hell's
Tucker and Gizmo?
- They haven't shown up yet.
I guess they're still
down in cryo bay.
- I'm surrounded by fools.
- Woo, surprise,
surprise, fat boy!
One move and you're wasted.
You moved.
Okay, pal.
Help me up.
Let me introduce you to
a little friend of mine.
She's a little skinny.
But boy, can she dance.
Here comes the fun part.
Say goodnight, sweetheart.
- My computer just went down.
- Mine, too.
- Memory download?
Durbin is stealing our data
from the satellite sequencing.
- We've got the memory download.
Soon as it's complete, you
can start the sequence.
- We're coming into
orbital position
with the laser blasts now.
The Hubble Telescope should be
coming over the horizon line
any second.
- A new world born.
My paradise.
- There's nothing more we
could have done, Kendall.
- 90 seconds.
- Cal.
- Convergence in one minute.
- Then God set them
in the firmament
to give light upon the earth.
- You're not God, Durbin.
- Oh no.
Not yet.
- 30 seconds.
10 seconds.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
- Three.
Two.
One.
Nothing happened.
Nothing.
- I don't
know what's going on.
- Boss?
- What?
- Maybe this isn't a good time.
- Talk.
- Earl's dead, boss.
Real bad case of freezer burn.
Trent's dead, too.
And Springer is,
well, he's also dead.
I think something bad
is happening, boss.
- The master control circuit
board, it's been removed.
- Who would dare?
You sent Brody down to
the cryo bay, didn't you?
- Yes, you said--
- Did you check
to see if he'd been dealt with?
- No, I...
- He has to be here.
Find the son of a bitch!
He wouldn't have known which
circuit board to remove.
- Unless you wanna
lose these for good.
- He must've had help.
- Here's your traitor,
Durbin, in the flesh.
This belongs to Brody.
- When Robin Hood comes back,
tell him I've got
his Maid Marion.
- Sit down.
We have missed our
chance this orbit.
I don't wanna miss it next
time around, do you understand?
- Yes, Colonel.
- Good.
- I've got it, Celeste.
- Cal.
- I got the circuit
board, where's Kendall?
- Ah, the man of the hour.
Just spending some quality
time with her sugar daddy.
- I'll see you in Hell, Durbin!
- Spare me the
melodrama, Mr. Brody,
and I'll spare your lady
wife some delicious pain.
Meet in the canteen,
five minutes.
Bring the circuit board,
and let's make this as
pleasant as possible, shall we?
We both come unarmed.
- You have to give the
circuit board to him,
he'll kill her if you don't.
- He'll kill her if I do.
- What are you doing?
- I'm hedging my bets.
- You're gonna trade with him?
- Right after I kill him.
- You confuse me, Kendall.
You could've shared a
world with us, but instead,
you choose to protect
a man like Brody.
- It's called love, Colonel,
and loyalty, and honor.
Not that I'd expect
a woman like you
to understand words like that.
- And what about
strength and power?
Hm?
And lust?
- You disgust me.
- You'll come around.
- Oh shit.
- Gotcha!
- Stupid, stupid!
Oh, you wanna play?
You wanna play with me?
You wanna play?
- Gonna break!
- Life sucks.
- An alpha
particle considered
as a massive point charge,
with the conditions
which will be used to
determine the values
of energy in the stationary.
Alters the state vector,
discontinuity, abstract space.
The vectors move according
to this equation.
This simple calculation
should take no longer
than two minutes.
Time starts now.
- Hello, Max.
- No weapons, Mr. Brody?
- You said come unarmed.
- Indeed I did.
- Two against one?
- Oh, ye of little faith.
- And in your case, none at all.
Let's get on with it, shall we?
You have Kendall, I have
your precious circuit board.
- Fair enough.
How do we make the exchange?
At the moment, we seem to
have a bit of a standoff.
- Things are not
always as they appear.
- What have we here?
- Well I figure you to
be the type of person
that would appreciate
a game, Max,
so I took the liberty of
creating one of chance.
It's a shell game.
I'm sure you know how it works.
Under one shell, you've
got a circuit board,
under the other shell, you
have absolutely nothing.
Under the third, and this
is where I change the rules
just a little bit, I got an
old-time bouncing Betty mine
with a trembler switch.
- Ingenious.
One wrong move--
- And you're dead.
- So I hand over the young lady,
and you tell me which
dish is which, correct?
- Something like that, yeah.
- What if you don't
tell me the truth?
- Oh, ye of little faith.
- He's bluffing.
- Try me.
- It's true.
Never say die, Brody.
The circuit board on
the table is a phony.
This is the one you want.
- Durbin.
- You made one serious
mistake, Mr. Brody.
A bouncing Betty mine jumps
four to five feet straight up
before it detonates.
The only thing it'll do
is blow up the ceiling.
- You should've told that to
the goon that you planted.
His luck's running out.
- But yours is about to.
- Brody!
Where can we go?
- The shuttle, it's
our only chance.
Gotta fly it.
- So you know how to
fly this thing, right?
- Ordered the mail
a couple times,
but I never took the test.
- So we ride without a license.
- Damn!
We missed them!
They're getting away!
- They'll be coming around
the port side laser array
in about five minutes.
Target practice.
- Excellent!
Why can't you think on
your feet like that?
- You trust her?
- You know I can't
tolerate failure.
- I love you, Max.
- Love hurts.
Come along, Celeste.
We have places to go
and people to kill.
- It's no use, the automatic
sequence is locked in.
- How long 'till we
reach the lasers?
- Three minutes.
- Can you pull us
in a lot closer?
- Yeah.
Not much, though.
Why?
- Maybe we can get
too close for comfort.
- There they are.
- Shoot them.
- They are too close.
The blast will damage our hull.
- They didn't fire.
- We were too close.
The blast would've
taken them all out.
- I want them dead.
- In 30 seconds, they
will pass in front
of the drop shaft's pose.
Time the explosions right,
and the shuttle
will be destroyed.
- Do it.
- Hey, maybe we're gonna
survive this after all.
- Don't be too sure about that.
- Now.
- We did it.
- How long will it take you
to readjust the satellites?
- Not too long.
Too bad we had to
sacrifice the cryo bay.
- We all have to
make sacrifices.
Some of us are worth
making sacrifices for,
don't you think?
Come.
We'll share paradise together.
- And if I don't
want to be on it?
- Then I'll just have to
persuade you a little.
- Kendall?
Kendall?
My god.
Kendall?
Hey.
Hey, you all right?
You okay?
- Yeah.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Are you hurt anywhere?
- I'm okay, I'm okay.
- You sure?
- I'm okay.
- You sure?
- I'm fine.
- Jeez, you
scared the hell out of me.
- It works, huh?
Brody, what's the damage here?
- It's not good.
We have about 20 minutes of air.
We haven't got enough
fuel to flush the toilet.
We blew it, I blew it.
I don't know what to
do, all right, I don't.
I don't know what to do.
- So you're just
gonna give up now?
- I just, I can't shoot
my way through this one.
Durbin won.
- No he didn't.
Not entirely.
I still have you.
We still have each other, right?
Yeah.
- The hell was that?
- Docking completed.
Airlock certification
authorized.
- Docking?
Docking what?
- You look like you
need a little help, man.
- Tucker.
- Wow!
Hi, I'm Amos.
- Hi, Kendall, Kendall Black.
Amos, Amos Tucker?
This is the guy that Durbin
needed to analyze my theory,
to make sure that it worked.
- Kendall, can
Celeste pull this thing off
on her own?
- Okay, wait a minute,
quick, who's Celeste?
- No, Celeste is
just winging it.
- Winging what?
- Kendall's theory.
Now can you help us?
- Not a chance in Hell.
- Why not?
- One, I don't know what
you're talking about,
and two, I think you
got the wrong Tucker.
I'm Amos C., for Charles.
You want the particle
physicist, my twin brother,
Amos E., for Edward.
- Hold on a second, you told
me you were a scientist.
- Well technically you
told me I was a scientist.
- Why didn't you say something?
- You had a gun in
my face, you freak!
- Listen, pal, if
it wasn't for me,
you'd still be a popsicle.
- Can you help us?
- Eddy and I share some
of the same interests.
I mean, it's all
angles and velocity,
she just played on a cyclotron,
I play on a billiards table.
- Of course, billiards.
- Pool, actually, nine ball.
Tournament level champion,
Cueball Tucker at your service.
- Oh great.
What are we gonna do now?
- Look, guys, guys, the
Hubble's gonna be converging
with the Legacy any
minute now, all right?
If they're gonna blow the
cryo bay, it's gonna be then.
- Blow the cryo bay?
- This may be a long shot.
How's your game, Tucker?
- Wait a second, who's
blowing the cryo bay?
- Come on, we're
running out of time.
- Are we almost ready?
- Just a few more minutes.
We need some distance
between us and the cryo bay.
- I'm gonna name an entire
continent after you.
No, better yet, an
entire hemisphere.
- Brody, are you
sure about this guy?
Couldn't we, I don't know, wake
up his brother or something?
- No, no way, there's no time.
We'd have to find him
first, and then defrost him.
He's all we got.
- Hey, it's all
coming back to me now,
it's kinda like
riding a bicycle.
You never forget this stuff.
- Can you do it or not?
- Like I said, it's all
angles and velocities.
It's geometry, ballistics,
just go do your thing,
I'll take care of this.
- Don't mind me,
come on, let's go.
- Four minutes to initiation.
- You believe this?
Leaving the fate
of the human race
in the hands of a pool shark?
- Well you know,
geometry, ballistics.
Maybe he's right.
- Well.
- Three minutes.
- Hey, just be cool right now.
And hope they don't got a shot.
We're right behind the Hubble.
- Sure we have enough
power for this?
- Based on Tucker's angle,
we should be able
to make one pass.
- And if the angle's wrong?
- Then it's game over.
- In a second, you
have to call your shot.
Side bank in the corner.
- What?
- When you goose your
engine a little bit,
you're gonna get the
perfect amount of speed.
You know what to do.
- Like this?
- No, no, easy, easy,
back up a little bit,
that's too much charge.
- How's that?
- Okay.
All right, that's not bad,
looks like you're gonna
have a future at this game.
- Coordinates are locked in.
- This is no sprint, guys.
This is easy.
Eight ball in the corner pocket.
Now!
- Now.
- Arming lasers.
- It's
aiming at the Legacy.
- Yeah.
- If they fire now,
they'll blow themselves up.
- Now.
- Something's wrong.
It's backfiring.
- Fix it!
- I don't know how.
You said we'd share
paradise together.
- Go to Hell instead.
Another world, Ma.
On top of the world!
- You all right?
You okay?
- It's amazing.
It's gonna work.
- Oh no, no.
The cue ball's
coming back at you,
you're gonna tear up in
what's left of the atmosphere.
Give it some sun, pal.
- Guys, what,
speak English, man.
- Pull the nose up or you're
gonna blow the whole game!
Hey Brody, you guys
down there or what?
- Yeah, yeah, we're here.
- Woo, baby, I think it worked,
'cause this planet's
going crazy!
- Yeah, like inside of my head.
- Like I told you, eight ball
in the corner pocket, right?
Oh and by the way, it's only
gonna take me about a year
to figure out how
to defrost the cats
that can land this thing,
so don't wait up
for me, all right?
- A year?
What are we gonna do by
ourselves down here for a year?
- We'll think of something.
- Hey, look.
has been laid waste,
fit only for the
dead and the damned.
A few short years of war
and environmental madness
have ravaged an entire planet.
Paradise turned to Hell by
the mindless hand of man.
- You hear me?
I'll blow her head off!
Hear me?
I want some more chug!
- Pen's dead.
- Bang,
bang, you're dead.
- Nobody has to
get hurt, Mathers.
- Wrong, everybody
has to get hurt.
- And why is that?
- Because I say so.
- Ask him what he wants, Danner.
- They wanna know what you want.
- They wanna know what I want?
You tell them I want.
I want off this shit locker!
Round and round,
and round, and round!
- Got a wall climber.
Get me a suppression
team on alert.
- Yes, ma'am.
- They answer to my command.
I saw something move.
There.
Brody, insubordinate fool!
- Well?
- I'm working on it, okay?
- He's gonna screw
the whole thing up.
Brody, back off,
that's an order!
- I had enough of
this hell hole!
Get me a shuttle down
to the earth right now.
- Look buddy, why do you wanna
go down to Earth, it's dead!
- That's my business!
And I want a steak.
A real one, none of that
simulated bean curd shit.
And I'll have her
as an appetizer.
- No, leave her alone!
- You want it instead, hotshot?
Get me a medic!
I need a medic!
A medic!
Get me a medic!
- You want a medic,
you son of a bitch?
Huh?
You want a medic?
You piece of shit.
Open up and say ah.
- Cool it, put it down, Brody!
- Open it up.
- I said put it down!
Now!
- He killed Danner
and he killed Pen.
- Who made you judge,
jury, and executioner?
- He did.
- Put it down!
- All right, Maggot.
- Come on, move it.
- It's over.
- What were you
gonna do, Colonel?
Negotiate with the
son of a bitch?
- We could've talked him down!
- When?
Before or after he
killed the woman?
- You got big balls,
Brody, I'll give you that!
But you just tripped over
them for the last time.
- What the hell is
that supposed to mean?
- We'll let Commander
Holden decide that.
- Anything to say for yourself?
- Sir, I was doing my job, sir.
- Your job is to see
to the general security
of this station,
not playing cowboy.
- Mathers was on a rampage.
- Oh, and you weren't?
- Danner and that canteen
worker needed bullets,
not bullshit.
- Enough of this.
I've known you for
a long time, Cal,
and I knew your
father before that.
He died in the line of duty.
Looks like you're trying
to do the same thing.
- I appreciate that, sir,
and with all due respect,
if I were my father,
we would not be having
this conversation.
- No more insubordination.
- For the most part, you
have an excellent record,
but this time I will have
to take disciplinary action.
Mathers gets sent down to the
prison colony on the surface,
and you get the cryo bay.
- Sir?
- Three months' rotating duty.
- The freezer, sir, you're
sending me down with the stiffs?
- Colonel Stant here thinks
that a spell on the cryo bay
might be just the thing to
cool off that temper of yours.
I tend to agree.
- Thank you, Commander.
- Thank you, Colonel,
it being your idea.
- One of my better ones.
Pack up your gear
and kiss your loved ones
goodbye, Captain Brody,
unless you wanna
lose these for good.
I expect you at drop
shaft one at 1800 hours.
And wear something warm, Brody.
It's cold where you're going.
- Screw you, Colonel.
- What was that?
- I said too true, Colonel.
- I've seen all this
before, Kendall,
your so-called ring of fire.
- Yes, but you haven't--
- I'm just as tired as you are
of spinning around that airless
ball of garbage down there,
but your theory doesn't work.
We've tried three times now.
- Commander, there are more
than 78 functional satellites
in the earth's orbit.
If we can run enough
juice through them,
we can set up a chain
reaction and zap the earth,
like shaking up a bottle of pop.
- I know the theory, Kendall.
- It's all hard science.
Shake the bottle hard enough
and all the inert
gases will be released.
It works.
- Would work, if we
had enough energy.
We don't.
- I don't need the Legacy
for power, not anymore.
- What?
Simulation begins now.
- Solar flare?
- And the old Hubble Telescope.
See, by directing the
energy from the flare,
we get a massive
concentrated laser effect,
like an old-fashioned
magnifying glass,
which shakes up the pop bottle.
And then we all go home.
After all these years,
the sleepers wake.
Interesting, but when?
- What about now?
We have got a flare
coming up, a big one.
- Which is why I've
asked you to be here.
- Okay, Kendall, proceed.
- Everything's aligned.
- What energy level do we need?
- Anything over
85% will give us enough.
- 35%.
40.
65%.
- Come on,
come on.
- 81%!
- Satellite
confluence, all systems green.
- We're losing it!
78% and falling.
49%.
It's no use,
Kendall, we lost it.
- We'll just get it on the
next solar flare, Commander.
Commander Holden.
- Like you said, next time.
- Yeah.
If there is a next time.
Hey.
- Hey.
- I heard about Danner, Cal.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah, well I heard your
day wasn't so hot, either.
- Maybe things will
get better for us, huh?
- Don't count on it
anytime too soon.
- What are you doing?
- Packing.
- I don't get it.
- Stant has reassigned
me to the cryo bay.
- Oh no.
- This nut kills two people,
and I get a three month shift
down in the freezer, taking
care of a bunch of stiffs.
- They're not stiffs, Cal,
they're sleepers in stasis.
- You know, it's probably
just one big waste of time.
- It's not a waste of time,
Cal, they're our future.
One day we'll
repopulate the earth.
One day we'll all go home.
- Tell that to
Danner's wife, huh?
Ah, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Ken, I just...
It's been a bad day, all right?
- It's okay.
- I'm sorry, sweetie.
Hey, I gotta go.
- Okay.
- All right?
- Come here.
Maybe I could give you
a few memories, huh?
Keep you warm?
How's that?
- I don't know.
- No?
- No, it's still cold.
- Warmer?
- Much.
- Get up!
- 1800 hours and no Brody.
Figures.
Go find the son of a bitch
and make sure he gets
down to the cryo bay.
I'll handle Mathers.
- You're gonna take the
prisoner down yourself?
- Do you have a
problem with that?
- No, ma'am.
- That's all.
- Shit, I'm late.
Knock it off.
You keep doing that,
I'm gonna go AWOL.
- Well maybe you should.
Three months is a long time.
I'm gonna miss you.
- Gonna miss you too.
- Cal?
Why does Alexa hate you so much?
- When Max Durbin tried
to organize a mutiny,
I figured it out before she did,
and I got some hair
whip with that.
- But he killed your father.
- Yeah, I know.
I know he did.
I gotta go.
Okay.
- Cal?
- Yeah?
- It's nothing.
- Hey.
- What's that for?
- That's for luck.
- I don't need luck.
I just need you.
- Already got me.
It's for love then, all right?
I gotta go.
- It's about time, hero.
We were about to go fetch you.
- What, is that what you do
when you're one of
Stant's little puppies?
Go fetch?
- You're a real
smart ass, aren't you?
- How you doing
back there, Colonel?
Do you want some help?
- If I need help,
I'll ask for it.
- Want some?
- You know, maybe I should.
You won't be needing
these where you're going.
- Stant, go for
launch, we are awaiting close.
- Attention, shoppers.
Got a special in the
frozen foods department.
Human beings!
All shapes and sizes.
Get them while they last,
only one per customer.
Shit.
Now you're talking to
yourself, great, Brody.
If anybody needs
anything, anything at all,
I'll just be in the next
room here, by myself here.
- We're coming out of orbit now.
Putting up the heat
shields for reentry.
- Eighth floor, frozen meats.
- Hey, put down the knife, huh?
Hey, somebody!
Easy, pal, just drop the knife.
Come on, come on.
Let's go.
Now stay down, all right?
Just stay down, somebody!
- You have
pre-authorized clearance.
- We have pre-authorized
departure clearance.
We can leave as soon as you
finish taking out the garbage.
- Cancel
Brody's access code.
- Jason Trent.
Why'd you try and
kill me, Jason?
Stasis withdrawal?
You're supposed to
be frozen, buddy.
Who got you out of the
freezer, Jason, huh?
Who thawed you out?
- New prisoner?
- No, I'm here for
the view, jerkoff.
- Just what we need, bigger
mouths and smaller assholes.
- Alexa?
The hell is she up to here?
Bingo.
- Hey, Colonel, what do
you got for me today?
- Lead poisoning.
- What the hell is demex?
Uh-oh.
What do you guys
got in common, huh?
- Do it.
- Open
this damn thing!
- We're in trouble.
Durbin.
- Alexa.
- Topside control, this
is Brody in the freezer.
Come in, topside.
Topside control, this
is Brody in the freezer.
Come in, topside.
- I see you brought
along the goodies.
- I brought you something else.
I thought you'd want it back.
- Jeez, Max, sorry.
- I'm not angry.
I'm not angry, I'm not.
I love you, Ma.
I knew you wouldn't desert me.
- You know what they say
about old acquaintances
not being forgotten, Max.
- Who's this?
- Nobody.
- Thanks for dropping in.
- Come along, gentlemen.
I have a score to settle.
Upstairs.
- Access denied.
Access denied.
- Oh, beautiful.
- Come in, Legacy
docking control,
this is shuttle one on approach.
- Is
that you, Cassidy?
- Cassidy is
slightly indisposed.
This is Colonel Alexis
Stant, security.
Do I get docking authorization,
or do I shove your
head up your ass?
- Yes, ma'am.
You have authorization,
and commence docking.
- Just like old times.
- Better.
- Trouble?
- All security
controls just went out.
- A fault in the system?
- I'm not sure.
Nothing's responding,
all systems are down.
- What?
That's impossible.
What the hell's going
on with my ship?
- Uh.
My ship.
- Durbin.
- Ahoy there, matey.
Long time, no see.
What a lad.
He needs a painkiller,
Pip, could you?
- Murdering bastard.
There's no need to kill him.
- Murder's not a question
of need, Commander,
just a necessity.
- You're insane.
- Insane?
No.
Vision.
Clean, precise vision.
- What do you want, Durbin?
- Oh.
Haven't we been
through this before?
You know perfectly
well what I want.
- Yes, I do.
Your twisted arrogance will
destroy any chance we have
of creating a new Earth.
- Twisted arrogance.
- And I will not
let that happen.
- My mother told me not to
say anything about a person
if you couldn't
say something nice.
- Colonel Stant.
- Nice retirement
speech, though.
We'll make it your epitaph.
As of now, the USS Legacy
is under new management.
Complaints?
Questions?
That's the spirit.
Put me on the P.A.
I wanna inform everyone
that Max is back.
- Up, up, up, up!
Get up!
- Oh my god.
C4 explosives.
Why do I feel like
my day's just begun?
- Apathy and weakness have
no place in the future.
Under your former captain,
you endured too many years
idly waiting for a
natural regeneration
that will not happen.
That era is over.
The time has come to act.
Cooperate with me,
continue to do your jobs,
and I will lead you
into a bountiful future.
If you fail me, or defy me,
then may God have
mercy on your soul.
'Cause I won't.
- Very nice.
- I've been working on it.
Status.
- All key systems are secure.
The ship is ours.
- Nothing can stop us now.
- Kendall.
- What can I do
for you gentlemen?
- Commander Durbin
wants you to get ready
to show him your experiment,
or whatever it is you do.
- A wet one.
Just how I like it.
- No.
Here, the boss wants you
to get one of these stiffs,
Amos Tucker.
- Who is he?
- How the hell should
I know who he is?
Just do as you're told!
- Can I get
something for myself?
- Why bother?
When Durbin gets things
fixed up on the surface,
he's not gonna let psychotic
morons like you breed.
Get the hell out of here.
Sorry to bother you, ladies.
For the time being.
- We're in trouble, aren't we?
- Yeah, big time.
- Tucker, Tucker.
Mucker, schmucker.
Tucker, Tucker, mucker.
Tucker, Tucker, mucker.
- Oh shit.
- Tucker, Tuck.
Lucker.
- Oh no.
- Tugger.
- No, no, no, no.
- Sucker.
- Oh no.
No, no.
- Tucker.
Sucker.
Tucker.
Anybody home?
Hello.
- Can I help you out there, pal?
- You Trent?
- If I'm not Trent,
I'm dead meat, right?
- Right, right.
I don't read so good, you know.
Durbin wants this guy up
and around right away.
- Durbin, huh?
- Yeah.
He ready yet?
- Tucker.
No, no, not quite.
Why don't you relax?
- Okay.
- Amos Tucker.
- Oh, creepy.
- Why don't you just
have a seat there, relax,
and I'll finish up, all right?
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Pretty quiet down here.
Must get lonely, huh?
- Actually, you'd be surprised.
- I guess you got all the women
you want down here, right?
- You bet.
Why, you wanna crack a cold one?
- Oh, might be nice.
- I've got just the
girl for you right here.
Just take a couple of minutes.
You have to strip down.
- Yeah, how come?
- Well, we gotta cool you
off a bit, warm her up some,
meet somewhere in the
middle, if you know what I,
you know what I'm talking about.
Can't have you sticking together
like a tongue to
a frozen doorknob.
- Oh no, no, I guess not.
So.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I should.
- You are ready, aren't you?
Okay.
- I don't see any girl.
- Oh, you will.
You will.
- She pretty?
- She's a dream.
Open up, open wide.
There you go.
You ready?
Asshole.
- Who are you?
- Well I ain't the sandman.
Why don't you climb
out of there, pal.
Come on, let's go.
- I do something
wrong or something?
- Well that
remains to be seen.
- Oh god.
- Why don't you
put down the stick.
- This, it's a Balabushka.
- Yeah, I'm impressed,
put it down.
- God, where the hell are we?
- I read your file, sci ops,
scientific operations,
classified.
- My sci ops file?
- You're Tucker,
right, Amos Tucker?
- Yeah, that's me.
- What do you know about
explosives, Tucker?
Hey, you got ice
in your ears there?
I just asked you a question.
- Stop yelling at me.
Don't know what
you're talking about.
- Max Durbin.
Tell you what, my friend,
I highly suggest you
start talking, and now,
or I'm gonna find a
very uncomfortable place
to hide your babushki.
- It's a Balabushka.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've
been out of town for a minute.
- Yeah, you're right.
I don't know what it is
that Durbin finds so
special about you.
Not yet, anyway.
I'll tell you one thing, Amos.
You just woke up
into a nightmare.
- Now that, my
friend, I understand.
Oh god.
- Kendall Black, I presume.
- You presume correctly.
- My sources would
lead me to believe
that you have a viable
alternative to this environment.
A regenerated, reborn
Earth, to be precise.
- Your sources have
good information,
not that it matters.
- And why is that?
- The flare wasn't
strong enough.
My experiment didn't work.
- If at first you don't
succeed, try, try again.
Works for me.
- Is that what I'd
be doing, Mr. Durbin?
Working for you?
I'd rather die first.
- That can be arranged.
For your friend as well, huh?
- Let her go, I can't
do the work without her.
- I want what you
want, Miss Black.
A planet, a civilization
where weakness is a
thing of the past,
and you can be a part of that.
- Let me think about it.
- Make it fast.
Time is of the essence.
I want you to be ready the
next time our orbit coincides
with the Hubble Telescope.
Understand?
Oh, something you should know.
I've arranged for
someone special
to be brought out of stasis.
He'll be analyzing your
particle acceleration theory.
His name is Tucker, Amos Tucker,
a real scientist.
- Hey, is this guy
a buddy of yours?
- And the asshole was good
for something after all.
Look, it won't take long
before Durbin figures
out he's missing,
and I don't want
you to just stay,
don't touch anything, all right?
Just lay low, all right?
I'll get back as soon as I can.
- No, wait, wait a second.
Where do you think you're going?
- Me?
I'm going to look
up an old friend.
- Well what do
you want me to do?
- I don't know,
play with your stick
or whatever the hell it is.
- No, no, no, wait a sec,
you don't get it, do you?
Now excuse me for being
a little concerned here,
but I've been an ice cube
for the past 50 years,
so you're gonna have
to bear with me.
Now you wake me up in the
middle of a goddamn mutiny,
for what, I don't know,
but I'm still stuck
out here in the middle
of this space station, or
whatever you wanna call it.
I'm surrounded by dead people,
you're pointing guns at my face,
and look at this really
bad suit I'm wearing.
- What do you want?
You want an apology,
fine, okay, I apologize,
I am very sorry,
I mean that, I am.
I am sorry, this wasn't
part of the plan.
- You're putting me back.
- I'm what?
- You're gonna put me back.
- No, I can't do that.
No, I can't do that!
- You thawed me out,
you put me back.
Freeze me.
- Look, I can't do that.
- Freeze me!
Freeze me!
- Look, you don't understand,
I actually can't do that.
I don't know how.
I'm sorry.
- Something tells me mankind
still needs a little help.
Just give me a cigarette.
- Sorry again.
Tucker, I'm sorry you got
dropped into the middle of this,
all right, I'm sorry
we all got dropped
into the middle of
this, but there it is.
- If this guy's so rough,
why don't I just go with you?
- No.
I work faster when I'm alone.
You know how to
work one of these?
- Look, look, look,
no gung ho, okay?
- It's just in case,
I don't need gung ho.
- Well good.
'Cause I don't do gung ho.
Wow.
- It's showtime.
- I notice an excessive
interest in this Kendall Black.
- Scientific only, I assure you.
- Why do we need her?
We have the Legacy.
- I want more than a
broken down space station.
I want it all.
- So we wait around
for Kendall Black
to find a solar flare
big enough for us?
- I have no intention of
waiting for any solar flare,
no matter how large.
No.
Power source is right here.
- The cryo bay reactor?
- Exactly.
Kendall's theory,
but with the reactor
instead of the solar flare.
- Sheer genius.
- Maniac or not,
he may be our only hope.
- You can't be serious,
wanna cooperate with him?
- Did you see the
look on Stant's face?
She would have killed me
without even thinking about it.
Yes, I say we cooperate.
At least for the time being.
- Okay, for the time being.
- Boss.
- What do you want?
- It's about our old boss.
- Yes?
- We seem to have lost him.
- Then perhaps you'd
better find him.
Now!
- That's a good plan, boss.
- I thought you said these
were your best men, Max.
- Good help is so hard to find.
- Goddamn that Earl, can't
he do anything right?
Rainey, make your way
down to computer control,
go see if that
peckerhead's gone off
playing with himself again, huh?
Krypler, come with me.
I swear to god, that guy
really gets on my nerves,
I try to help him out.
- Disgrace me, will you?
Back, slag, or I shall give
you what you really deserve.
And I shall turn you
with the rushing tip!
Silence, fool!
- Trent.
Earl.
- They're not here right now.
- Who are you?
- I'm Tucker, Amos Tucker.
- Really?
- Mr. Tucker, how nice to
meet you at last, I'm Durbin.
Max Durbin.
- The pleasure's mine, sir.
- Pardon me for saying so,
but I was expecting
someone a bit more
analytical.
- Really?
Thank you.
- You are a particle
physicist, aren't you?
- Of course I am.
Particles are my life.
I know everything there is
to know about particles.
I'm the best.
Go ahead, name a particle.
You wanna know about a
particle, I'm your man.
Go ahead, I'll show you.
What particle you
wanna know about?
Go ahead, come on, ask me
about a particle, go ahead.
- Yes, that's fine,
thank you, Mr. Tucker.
When Mr. Trent and
Earl come back,
would you do me the honor
of joining me on the bridge?
- Oh, I'd be delighted.
- Good, good.
So much to ask you.
- Count on me, sir.
- Flick.
- You're a fruit loop.
- Still not sure we
should be doing this.
- Doing what?
- Durbin's back, he's
taken over the ship.
- Tell me about it,
he's got about 10 tons
of plastic explosives strung
up and down drop shaft one.
- Why would he want to
separate the cryo bay?
What does he gain?
- I think I know.
A power source.
- Power source for what?
- Cryo bay reactor.
- He's not gonna wait
for another solar flare,
he's going to initiate
the satellite sequence
by blowing the cryo bay.
There's no time to explain,
but he's gonna test my theory
by blowing the reactor.
We've gotta stop him.
- All right, look, the
explosives are wired
into the main electrical system.
Can't you just flick
a switch or something?
- No, not without setting
off all sorts of alarms.
- What about the
central computer?
If Durbin has the
detonators wired
in the main electrical system,
then they have to be controlled
through the computer, right?
- Right, he won't be able
to set off the explosives
if we took the
command circuit board
out of the main computer.
- But...
- But what?
- The main computer is submerged
in a cool grescent pool.
It freeze to death in a minute,
two at the most,
it's impossible.
- Kendall, how do
I recognize this thing?
- They're color-coded.
The one with the blue tab
operates the command
system controls.
- All right.
- Don't let him go.
- You come back safe, okay?
- Never say die, ladies.
- Earl!
Earl!
When I find that inbred,
cousin-screwing, pig-banging,
mother freaking,
bunched up idiot,
I'm gonna rip the skinny
lips off his ugly face.
Or maybe I'll just shoot him.
- Everything quiet?
- Yeah.
- Huh?
What'd I tell you?
Earl, you gotta
cut this shit out!
- Hey Giz.
- Sleeping
on the job, Earl?
- Closed.
- Huh?
- Open.
- Jesus!
Rainey, this is Gizmo.
We got a situation here, Rainey.
Come in, goddamn it!
Shit!
You stay here.
If anything moves, kill it!
- Everything's under control.
Only a few more minutes.
- Kendall Black was
telling the truth.
She didn't have enough
power from the solar flare.
Where the hell's
Tucker and Gizmo?
- They haven't shown up yet.
I guess they're still
down in cryo bay.
- I'm surrounded by fools.
- Woo, surprise,
surprise, fat boy!
One move and you're wasted.
You moved.
Okay, pal.
Help me up.
Let me introduce you to
a little friend of mine.
She's a little skinny.
But boy, can she dance.
Here comes the fun part.
Say goodnight, sweetheart.
- My computer just went down.
- Mine, too.
- Memory download?
Durbin is stealing our data
from the satellite sequencing.
- We've got the memory download.
Soon as it's complete, you
can start the sequence.
- We're coming into
orbital position
with the laser blasts now.
The Hubble Telescope should be
coming over the horizon line
any second.
- A new world born.
My paradise.
- There's nothing more we
could have done, Kendall.
- 90 seconds.
- Cal.
- Convergence in one minute.
- Then God set them
in the firmament
to give light upon the earth.
- You're not God, Durbin.
- Oh no.
Not yet.
- 30 seconds.
10 seconds.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
- Three.
Two.
One.
Nothing happened.
Nothing.
- I don't
know what's going on.
- Boss?
- What?
- Maybe this isn't a good time.
- Talk.
- Earl's dead, boss.
Real bad case of freezer burn.
Trent's dead, too.
And Springer is,
well, he's also dead.
I think something bad
is happening, boss.
- The master control circuit
board, it's been removed.
- Who would dare?
You sent Brody down to
the cryo bay, didn't you?
- Yes, you said--
- Did you check
to see if he'd been dealt with?
- No, I...
- He has to be here.
Find the son of a bitch!
He wouldn't have known which
circuit board to remove.
- Unless you wanna
lose these for good.
- He must've had help.
- Here's your traitor,
Durbin, in the flesh.
This belongs to Brody.
- When Robin Hood comes back,
tell him I've got
his Maid Marion.
- Sit down.
We have missed our
chance this orbit.
I don't wanna miss it next
time around, do you understand?
- Yes, Colonel.
- Good.
- I've got it, Celeste.
- Cal.
- I got the circuit
board, where's Kendall?
- Ah, the man of the hour.
Just spending some quality
time with her sugar daddy.
- I'll see you in Hell, Durbin!
- Spare me the
melodrama, Mr. Brody,
and I'll spare your lady
wife some delicious pain.
Meet in the canteen,
five minutes.
Bring the circuit board,
and let's make this as
pleasant as possible, shall we?
We both come unarmed.
- You have to give the
circuit board to him,
he'll kill her if you don't.
- He'll kill her if I do.
- What are you doing?
- I'm hedging my bets.
- You're gonna trade with him?
- Right after I kill him.
- You confuse me, Kendall.
You could've shared a
world with us, but instead,
you choose to protect
a man like Brody.
- It's called love, Colonel,
and loyalty, and honor.
Not that I'd expect
a woman like you
to understand words like that.
- And what about
strength and power?
Hm?
And lust?
- You disgust me.
- You'll come around.
- Oh shit.
- Gotcha!
- Stupid, stupid!
Oh, you wanna play?
You wanna play with me?
You wanna play?
- Gonna break!
- Life sucks.
- An alpha
particle considered
as a massive point charge,
with the conditions
which will be used to
determine the values
of energy in the stationary.
Alters the state vector,
discontinuity, abstract space.
The vectors move according
to this equation.
This simple calculation
should take no longer
than two minutes.
Time starts now.
- Hello, Max.
- No weapons, Mr. Brody?
- You said come unarmed.
- Indeed I did.
- Two against one?
- Oh, ye of little faith.
- And in your case, none at all.
Let's get on with it, shall we?
You have Kendall, I have
your precious circuit board.
- Fair enough.
How do we make the exchange?
At the moment, we seem to
have a bit of a standoff.
- Things are not
always as they appear.
- What have we here?
- Well I figure you to
be the type of person
that would appreciate
a game, Max,
so I took the liberty of
creating one of chance.
It's a shell game.
I'm sure you know how it works.
Under one shell, you've
got a circuit board,
under the other shell, you
have absolutely nothing.
Under the third, and this
is where I change the rules
just a little bit, I got an
old-time bouncing Betty mine
with a trembler switch.
- Ingenious.
One wrong move--
- And you're dead.
- So I hand over the young lady,
and you tell me which
dish is which, correct?
- Something like that, yeah.
- What if you don't
tell me the truth?
- Oh, ye of little faith.
- He's bluffing.
- Try me.
- It's true.
Never say die, Brody.
The circuit board on
the table is a phony.
This is the one you want.
- Durbin.
- You made one serious
mistake, Mr. Brody.
A bouncing Betty mine jumps
four to five feet straight up
before it detonates.
The only thing it'll do
is blow up the ceiling.
- You should've told that to
the goon that you planted.
His luck's running out.
- But yours is about to.
- Brody!
Where can we go?
- The shuttle, it's
our only chance.
Gotta fly it.
- So you know how to
fly this thing, right?
- Ordered the mail
a couple times,
but I never took the test.
- So we ride without a license.
- Damn!
We missed them!
They're getting away!
- They'll be coming around
the port side laser array
in about five minutes.
Target practice.
- Excellent!
Why can't you think on
your feet like that?
- You trust her?
- You know I can't
tolerate failure.
- I love you, Max.
- Love hurts.
Come along, Celeste.
We have places to go
and people to kill.
- It's no use, the automatic
sequence is locked in.
- How long 'till we
reach the lasers?
- Three minutes.
- Can you pull us
in a lot closer?
- Yeah.
Not much, though.
Why?
- Maybe we can get
too close for comfort.
- There they are.
- Shoot them.
- They are too close.
The blast will damage our hull.
- They didn't fire.
- We were too close.
The blast would've
taken them all out.
- I want them dead.
- In 30 seconds, they
will pass in front
of the drop shaft's pose.
Time the explosions right,
and the shuttle
will be destroyed.
- Do it.
- Hey, maybe we're gonna
survive this after all.
- Don't be too sure about that.
- Now.
- We did it.
- How long will it take you
to readjust the satellites?
- Not too long.
Too bad we had to
sacrifice the cryo bay.
- We all have to
make sacrifices.
Some of us are worth
making sacrifices for,
don't you think?
Come.
We'll share paradise together.
- And if I don't
want to be on it?
- Then I'll just have to
persuade you a little.
- Kendall?
Kendall?
My god.
Kendall?
Hey.
Hey, you all right?
You okay?
- Yeah.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Are you hurt anywhere?
- I'm okay, I'm okay.
- You sure?
- I'm okay.
- You sure?
- I'm fine.
- Jeez, you
scared the hell out of me.
- It works, huh?
Brody, what's the damage here?
- It's not good.
We have about 20 minutes of air.
We haven't got enough
fuel to flush the toilet.
We blew it, I blew it.
I don't know what to
do, all right, I don't.
I don't know what to do.
- So you're just
gonna give up now?
- I just, I can't shoot
my way through this one.
Durbin won.
- No he didn't.
Not entirely.
I still have you.
We still have each other, right?
Yeah.
- The hell was that?
- Docking completed.
Airlock certification
authorized.
- Docking?
Docking what?
- You look like you
need a little help, man.
- Tucker.
- Wow!
Hi, I'm Amos.
- Hi, Kendall, Kendall Black.
Amos, Amos Tucker?
This is the guy that Durbin
needed to analyze my theory,
to make sure that it worked.
- Kendall, can
Celeste pull this thing off
on her own?
- Okay, wait a minute,
quick, who's Celeste?
- No, Celeste is
just winging it.
- Winging what?
- Kendall's theory.
Now can you help us?
- Not a chance in Hell.
- Why not?
- One, I don't know what
you're talking about,
and two, I think you
got the wrong Tucker.
I'm Amos C., for Charles.
You want the particle
physicist, my twin brother,
Amos E., for Edward.
- Hold on a second, you told
me you were a scientist.
- Well technically you
told me I was a scientist.
- Why didn't you say something?
- You had a gun in
my face, you freak!
- Listen, pal, if
it wasn't for me,
you'd still be a popsicle.
- Can you help us?
- Eddy and I share some
of the same interests.
I mean, it's all
angles and velocity,
she just played on a cyclotron,
I play on a billiards table.
- Of course, billiards.
- Pool, actually, nine ball.
Tournament level champion,
Cueball Tucker at your service.
- Oh great.
What are we gonna do now?
- Look, guys, guys, the
Hubble's gonna be converging
with the Legacy any
minute now, all right?
If they're gonna blow the
cryo bay, it's gonna be then.
- Blow the cryo bay?
- This may be a long shot.
How's your game, Tucker?
- Wait a second, who's
blowing the cryo bay?
- Come on, we're
running out of time.
- Are we almost ready?
- Just a few more minutes.
We need some distance
between us and the cryo bay.
- I'm gonna name an entire
continent after you.
No, better yet, an
entire hemisphere.
- Brody, are you
sure about this guy?
Couldn't we, I don't know, wake
up his brother or something?
- No, no way, there's no time.
We'd have to find him
first, and then defrost him.
He's all we got.
- Hey, it's all
coming back to me now,
it's kinda like
riding a bicycle.
You never forget this stuff.
- Can you do it or not?
- Like I said, it's all
angles and velocities.
It's geometry, ballistics,
just go do your thing,
I'll take care of this.
- Don't mind me,
come on, let's go.
- Four minutes to initiation.
- You believe this?
Leaving the fate
of the human race
in the hands of a pool shark?
- Well you know,
geometry, ballistics.
Maybe he's right.
- Well.
- Three minutes.
- Hey, just be cool right now.
And hope they don't got a shot.
We're right behind the Hubble.
- Sure we have enough
power for this?
- Based on Tucker's angle,
we should be able
to make one pass.
- And if the angle's wrong?
- Then it's game over.
- In a second, you
have to call your shot.
Side bank in the corner.
- What?
- When you goose your
engine a little bit,
you're gonna get the
perfect amount of speed.
You know what to do.
- Like this?
- No, no, easy, easy,
back up a little bit,
that's too much charge.
- How's that?
- Okay.
All right, that's not bad,
looks like you're gonna
have a future at this game.
- Coordinates are locked in.
- This is no sprint, guys.
This is easy.
Eight ball in the corner pocket.
Now!
- Now.
- Arming lasers.
- It's
aiming at the Legacy.
- Yeah.
- If they fire now,
they'll blow themselves up.
- Now.
- Something's wrong.
It's backfiring.
- Fix it!
- I don't know how.
You said we'd share
paradise together.
- Go to Hell instead.
Another world, Ma.
On top of the world!
- You all right?
You okay?
- It's amazing.
It's gonna work.
- Oh no, no.
The cue ball's
coming back at you,
you're gonna tear up in
what's left of the atmosphere.
Give it some sun, pal.
- Guys, what,
speak English, man.
- Pull the nose up or you're
gonna blow the whole game!
Hey Brody, you guys
down there or what?
- Yeah, yeah, we're here.
- Woo, baby, I think it worked,
'cause this planet's
going crazy!
- Yeah, like inside of my head.
- Like I told you, eight ball
in the corner pocket, right?
Oh and by the way, it's only
gonna take me about a year
to figure out how
to defrost the cats
that can land this thing,
so don't wait up
for me, all right?
- A year?
What are we gonna do by
ourselves down here for a year?
- We'll think of something.
- Hey, look.