2103: The Deadly Wake (1997) - full transcript

It was real hero weather.

The Jason Acorn
was in grave jeopardy,

her fore bulkhead was caving.

Jesus, I could have
saved her still...

Then the plasma drive imploded
spreading fire throughout.

That's when I knew
we were damned.

Oh, we fought
that raging inferno anyway,

it seemed forever,

one losing battle after another.

The Jason Acorn,

a 93-year-old freighter broke up
and sank in heavy seas today



when its retrofitted
plasma turbines blew

spreading intense fire...

They said I, was negligent,
but I had told the truth,

that Manxx Clifton
had fraudulently documented

the Acorn's seaworthiness
after a second rate retrofit.

I had the proof.

...and bells tolled
throughout this maritime town,

as it mourned the loss of 23

with the sinking
of the Jason Acorn.

Trial came
to an abrupt end today,

6 years after the loss
of the Jason Acorn,

the court deemed unruly
Captain McGuire mentally unfit

to continue
in the legal battle...

In the year 2103,
the Lilith,



a freighter under the command
of one Captain Murdoch,

set both its engines
at full ahead

and deliberately rammed
the island city

of Proxate Corporation.

The Lilith plowed through
two support pylons,

neatly taking out Proxate's
corporate headquarters

with much loss
of executive life.

This is the story of the events

leading up to Murdoch's decision

to ram Proxate City.

And me, I was the first mate,

and like Murdoch,
I came to the Lilith

as a matter of destiny.

Hello, sailor.

Fancy a bit?

I'm better than jacking it in,
you know.

No?

Okay.

It's a lively gloom.

Maybe we could just keep company
a while.

Jesus, you broke it!

Hey!

It's him.

Care for a drink?

What's this?

Your kit.

I'm Martine Quiller,
I represent Proxate.

We've a ship
and, uhh, we need a Captain.

What ship?

The Lilith.

The Lilith.

She's a 100 years old.

And seaworthy.

We've had her certified.

It's the African run.

New Galveston to Lagos.

Right through
the hurricane belt.

And the season
is just beginning I know,

but the Lilith is fast.

I'm told she can out run
any storm

if she has the right Captain.

She doesn't.

And we have heard that
you are so experienced.

Oh, dear.

Then you've also heard that
I'm not entitled to command.

I can change that.

Who's Sean Murdoch?

The name you were born with
will keep you ashore forever.

Sean Murdoch will get you to sea
a working Captain.

Uhh, you needn't worry.

Proxate takes care of its own.

Even in jail?

Next week,
we become the first corporation

since Disney to join the UN.

We make our own laws.

Thank you.

Congratulations Captain.

Coming Captain Murdoch?

Watchman!?

Captain Murdoch, your crew.

I know you.

Nigel Chan.

Second Mate.

Welcome aboard, Captain.

Who's this?

Carl Santiago.

Our Engineer.

Are you a naval man?

Was.

Seen action?

On the Princess Di,
Third Gulf War.

Well, you'll be looking forward
to a peaceful voyage.

I hope so, Sir.

Put him in irons.

Who are you?

Barry Lang, Sir.

I'm your Ensign.

Hey you...

Make yourself useful.

Willie Chaney, Captain.

Communications, Navigation.

What are we running here
Mr. Chaney?

Check it out.

Got a Baby.

Original equipment,
86 years old.

Baby likes Captain Murdoch.

Hello, Captain Murdoch.

Kill it.

Sleep Baby.

Sleep.

Baby likes Captain Murdoch.

Fetal neural computer linkage
was banned 40 years ago.

You keep her out of your head.

Voice only, understand?

Skull surfers don't cut it.

An addict?

See for yourself.

How does it feel?

Oh, it's whatever you like.

You jack in once, just once.

God help you.

Yes, Sir.

Uh, no Sir,

Not me Sir.

Okay, Babbby.

Let's dance.

I'll show you everything.

I don't think all this
is really necessary, Captain.

I inspect cargo and crew.

It's the code.

Never ignore it.

And just why are they all
wearing discipline collars?

Say hello
to the criminally insane.

Slavery.

Flex with me, Captain.

They're not slaves.

They're volunteers.

Actually, that's true,

we have the consent forms.

It's all perfectly legal.

This is Proxate's core business.

We operate prisons.

We've got it down to a science,

absolute control.

Good.

They you'll see to it that
my engineer remains undamaged.

No problem.

Gunner.

This is the top con.

Absolute control.

Very good.

Now what's our cargo?

Synthetic protein.

For the Nigerian reconstruction.

That war's over, isn't it?

And its legacy of famine
is just beginning.

Tarkis, your convicts need
a lesson in lashings.

You heard him Gunner,

lesson in lashings.

Hmm, First Mate.

Have you any objections
to working a convict ship?

You're hired.
No.

Welcome aboard.

Well, Captain...

the ship is yours.

Enjoy.

Good-bye, Miss Quiller.

One big happy family.

Right.

In case, you haven't noticed
the crew's a joke

and the ship's even worse,

so we'll all be standing watch
and doing the grunt work.

We'll inspect the ship
to make sure she's seaworthy.

And conduct repairs
if she isn't.

Two weeks.

Well, I suggest
you get some sleep.

We sail at dawn.

Martine, you drive me crazy.

I know.

So, you gonna miss me?

Yeah.

Promise?

I've something for you,

just a little going away
present.

A ring, how romantic.

You sick woman.

Just a little something
so you won't forget me.

I tried to get the right size,
but, uhh...

maybe we should try it on, huh?

Sean Murdoch.

Why not?

Murdoch is damaged.

Major damaged.

Insane.

But you can control him.

What if I get sea sick?

This is my private line.

Call me.

Anywhere.

And I will make you explode.

Alright then, ready?

Port engine ahead one-eighth.

Port engine ahead one-eighth.

Course set, south by south east.

Winds from the west, 10 knots.

Engines to cruising.

Set rudder to standard.

Engines to cruising.

Set rudder to standard.

Tarkis?

Escort Mr. Santiago
to my quarters.

Now, what's all this about?

My father
was on the Jason Acorn.

You've got two choices,

submit to my authority,

or return
to Mr. Tarkis's loving care.

Understood, Captain.

Necklace.

I got this from a sea witch
in Rio.

Pure silver.

Still see the blood stains.

Seal it.

Now get back to work!

Why didn't you just leave
the collar on him?

First time?

I'll never understand
why guys like you

can fall in love with the sea.

There's nothing there,
no structure.

Well, well...

We're leaking?

A plumbing problem more likely.

Let's find out, shall we?

In there?

Keep your boots on.

What are those lumps?

Brown trout.

You'll find a drain about there,

reach down and give it a feel.

Jesus.

Rat!

Rat!

Rat!

Injured man, lacerations
to the face and neck,

level 2.

Easy, easy, easy.

Sew him up.

What happened?

I don't really know.

It was a rat, I expect.

Bit him
while we were checking out

a plumbing problem.

This'll hurt.

Don't like needles much.

Test him for rabies.

Put somebody else
on the plumbing.

Okay, okay, there we go.

Almost there.

Felt like it burnt.

I'll tell her.

The Lilith's a 100 years old.

86 Ms Proxate says.

86 and seaworthy.

To Proxate.

What happened to your kid?

Rat bite.

That's a big rat.

Check it for rabies?

Checking Baz,
but there's not much point.

If it's rabies, he'll burn.

Just like the Taranis.

What's that?

The Taranis.

It's a merchant ship.

It was 1673.

Her captain was an Englishman
named Platt,

her crew were scum.

Scum.

Her cargo was slaves.

She was shipping them
from Africa to Cuba.

She set sail one day,

but she never made it
to the next port.

Why?

The Captain betrayed the code.

They say that she was no more
than a mile out

when the fire started.

Platt thought he'd gone to hell,
maybe he had.

But still he ploughed on
even with the sails ablaze.

He was yelling from the bridge,
cursing at God and the devil.

The Taranis never sank.

They say she's out there
still roaming the seas.

A ship caught in hell.

Captain insane.

That's a lot of crap.

Of course, you know everything
there is to know Mr. Tarkis.

But we are damned.

Damned, if we ignore the truth.

Captain...

Captain to deck 3 port side.

I was fixin' the plumbing
and I found this.

A bomb!

Can you kill it?

Yeah, you got uhh, wire cutters?

What do you make of it?

Cheap junk.

Old world army surplus,

2092 to 2096 tops.

There's enough Semtex 3
to blow the ship in half.

And send us straight
to the bottom.

Look like the fuel storage
blew up.

It's a remote control detonator.

You can see an amateur set this.

That means there's someone
somewhere with a button.

Santiago, can you wire it
up to a bell

or something?

I want to know exactly
when we're supposed to go down.

Captain!

The weather's picking up.

I'll be right there.

Hey Murdoch,
this is no small problem.

Someone is trying
to sabotage us.

Well, you're in charge
of security,

you figure it out.

Anything else?

Yeah, you never set just
one bomb.

I'm gonna take some of my guards

and anybody you can spare,
start searchin' the ship.

We got one,
let's find the others.

Martine.

We got a little problem.

John, I'm at a party.

You think it can wait?

Martine,
we found a bomb on board.

A powerful bomb.

I'm glad you're there
to take care of it, John.

We're searching the ship
right now.

But you have already found
the bomb.

Of course,
but who would do this, Martine?

John,

never forget the competition.

Any ideas?

Just keep an eye on Murdoch.

Right.

Bombs.

I can handle findin' bombs,
but I don't want no rats.

Just no rats.

Bazzer report.

Nothin' Sir.

Mr. Chan?

Green corridor,
port side clean, Sir.

Making my way to engineering.

Willie?

Winds veering .5? north.

Gust to 150 and rising,
still gonna get worse.

Permission to jack in, Captain.

Denied.

But Captain,
if I could jack into the system.

Denied.

Captain, Santiago.

I've wired a light and buzzer
to the detonator.

They'll flash and sound

if someone tries
to blow the bomb.

Gunner, the main line.

Make it fast.

Tarkis, report!

Murdoch,
we've got some cargo loose.

Can't you steady this tub?

Negative,
this is a storm, you know?

Get that cargo secure, dammit.

Shit.

Stand back!

Stand back
if you want your necklace easy!

Use a pipe.

Here we go!

Come on.

Now secure this cargo.

Wind veering south 7?.

Captain, we're losing power.

Engine room.

Number 2 cooling system down!

How long?

Hour, maybe two.

Jesus!

What the fuck is?

Mr. Tarkis,
I've found another bomb!

I'm on my way, Chan,
notify the Captain.

Tarkis, report.

It seems to identical
to the first bomb.

No, it's inverse wiring.

Jesus!

Tarkis, cut it now!

Tarkis?

All dry, Captain.

Good.

At the height of a storm.

...extravagant celebrations
as Proxate prepares

its transition
from a good corporate citizen

to nationhood

with the right
to grant citizenship

and create armed forces.

The inauguration of Proxate
into the UN will be overseen

by Secretary General
Carnel Larouse

and Proxate's President
Manxx Clifton.

Quiller?

God, that party
was interminable.

Fitting welcome
for our new President.

Well?

Damn.

Nigeria.

Call our petroleum people there.

Yo, Captain.

Entering Nigerian
territorial waters right now.

Good thank you.

Attention all hands,

we are entering
the territorial waters

of Nigeria.

We should make land fall
in approximately...

10 hours.

10 hours.

Remain at your posts,
refreshments are on the way.

Attention the Lilith.

Attention the Lilith.

This is Lagos Marine Command.

Turn back.

You are in violation
of Nigerian territorial waters.

I repeat turn back.

Halt your engines immediately
or we will open fire.

All engines to idle.

Aye, Sir.

Colonel,
this is Captain Murdoch.

I have a signed
landing agreement.

Permission has been rescinded.

Colonel our ship is weakened.

Please, grant us safety.

You must leave our waters
at once.

This is an offense
against the Maritime Code.

God, I've lost him,
try and get him back.

Hard starboard.

Mr. Tarkis, is there a reason
why the Lilith

is a little unwelcome
in Nigerian waters?

Take over.

Hey, sailor.

Martine, the Nigerian's
are shooting missiles at us.

Murdoch?
What did Murdoch do?

For God's sake, Martine, first
there's bombs in the boat.

Now they're shootin' missiles
at us.

What the hell is going on?

- How many what?
- How many?

Bombs.

Plural.

How many?

Martine, call the Nigerians
and make them stop.

Now.

John, I'm on it, relax.

Mayday, Captain?

Captain?

Damn.

Mayday!

Mayday Baby, Mayday.

Mayday Baby, Mayday.

Baby's out of control!

Satellite nav is dead,
radar's dead,

communications' dead,
uplink's dead.

Who jammed Baby?

Good thing
you weren't jacked in.

Bazzer report.

Mr. Chan?

Check them out.

Right.
Both of them.

Down!

Get us the hell out of here!

Remain calm or die.

Now get back in your cage.

Captain,
the hull's been breached.

Take the wheel.

Make a run for it.

She better not be coming apart.

Get a move on.

Hurry.

Can you repair it?

Unless it goes past the
watertight bulkhead.

I'll check the other
compartments.

Evacuate this area.

What the hell is goin' on here?

Proxate's taking care
of their own.

Get these men out of here.

No risks, that's policy.

Now, evacuate this area.

Attention, escaped convict
heading for level 2.

Escaped convict.

Watch your ass.

Tell me your position one.

Who the hell knows?

Somewhere in the middle,
near the bottom.

Well?

No, not well.

Damn.

Bring it through the centre.

That's good, take the lid off.

Jesus.

Alright.

It's ordinary industrial waste.

Tip it up.

They call it Clarion.

The sores;
accelerated necrosis.

It was only used once illegally,

when the Texas Confederacy
wiped out Syria.

Yes. Bio warfare.

Clarion is a 20-minute-plague.

It's death in 20 minutes.

Yes.

Tom, not that way,
it leads to the sea.

Sick.

It hurts.

Get away from him,
he's infected.

You're infected now.

Burn him.

Burn all of them.

If this is Clarion
why aren't we all dead?

If it had become gaseous,
we would be.

It's supposed to dissipate
after 20 minutes.

20 minute plague.

By then,
it wipes out a division.

Well, I thought Clarion
was banned a long time ago,

well before the Third Gulf War.

The ban was a joke.

We also discovered a troublesome
characteristic, Captain.

Clarion does not go benign
in sea water.

In fact, it thrives

So, if we sink
and these cylinders leak...

Bastards.

I could pull their hearts out.

I didn't know
we were transporting Clarion.

Didn't you?

Just why are you here?

To protect a simple cargo
of liquid protein?

I knew about the toxic waste.

The Nigerians were supposed
to take that off our hands.

That was our deal.

But I didn't know
about the Clarion.

Who would put a deadly cargo
on a worthless ship?

Who would have access
to sabotage Baby

and put bombs in our hold?

Who?

There's only one
logical answer, Mr. Tarkis.

You're twisting this
all around Murdoch.

Proxate is in business
for profit.

We were never supposed
to reach Nigeria.

What you're talking about
is a total loss.

Ever heard of insurance?

This ship is crewed by people
who won't be missed.

You're wrong, Murdoch,
and I'm gonna prove it.

Good job.

Captain, what happened
to the Jason Acorn?

I trusted someone.

I paid the price in full.

The crew paid worse.

Maybe.

It was my responsibility,

I was the Captain.

There were owners.

Verhoven Shipping,
Clifton's operation.

She certified the Acorn.

But I'll tell you
that ship wasn't seaworthy.

Clifton?

Seems history repeats itself,
Sir.

My dad was on the Acorn.

The ship was garbage,
you were Captain,

you worked for Manxx Clifton.

And now I'm here,
this ship is garbage,

you're Captain,

and you're working
for Clifton again.

Clifton?

No.

Status, Mr. Chaney?

It's a mess.

I'm trying.

Calm down, Willie.
It's just...

How's Baby?

Baby's alive.

It's about the best I can say
I'm feeding her myself, but...

But what?

The radar's dead.

No navigational systems at all.

Phones dead.

Uplinks dead.

All I've got working so far
is the ship's intercom.

Give me something.

Maybe.

It'll take days though.

You've got about 1 hour.

Right now,
I need to talk to Baby.

Well?

No.

Not well.

So, that bitch didn't sink.

I thought she was virtually
going down of her own accord.

What went wrong?

Fail safes failed.

No risks, babe.

Find a way.

Ready.

Go.

Baby, Baby?

Can you hear me?

Baby sick.

Open up!

Who changed
your mayday parameters, Baby?

Murdoch hurting Baby.

Baby can't go there.

Can't go there.

Talk to me, Baby.

Can't go there.

I want the name.

Hurts.

God dammit, I need some answers.

Who changed your parameters?

Who planted those bombs?

Who Baby?

Just gimme a God damn name.

Can't go there.

Monsters there.

Just show me.

Show me.

Clifton.

Hurts.

It's alright, it's alright.

It's alright, Baby.

It's alright, go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Can we get you anything,
Mr. Tarkis?

Law for the Ship Master.

If a Captain cannot fulfill
his charter,

he must return his ship
to her rightful owners.

The right of innocent passage,
Article 19...

Article 95 of the Law of the Sea

from the Third United Nations
Convention states

that warships on the high seas
have complete immunity

from the jurisdiction
of any state,

other than the flag state.

If Proxate is a state,
we are now her warship.

In the event where a ship
cannot avoid engagement

by hostile forces,

then the Captain may
at his discretion

declare the ship
in a state of war.

The Captain says we stay.

And I say we get somewhere safe.

Navigation expert, are you?

No.

You drive the boat

and I'll get you a commission
at Proxate City.

So let's just find
some land somewhere, okay?

Nearest land is only
1,000 metres from here.

Straight down.

Mr. Tarkis,

we have our orders
and we obey them,

that is all.

Anything else is mutiny.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Lady and gentlemen.

As of now, this ship
is on combat status.

Anyone concerned about
the legalities.

Captain.
What's that, Cookie?

Don't interrupt me.

For God sakes, get out of here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

This is crazy.

Let's just get the hell
out of here.

Okay, come on.

You're not paying attention
Mr. Tarkis.

You're drunk, Murdoch.

Huh, huh.

There's a clever guy.

A clever company boy

whose dick got us
into all this trouble.

You got something to say
to me, Murdoch,

you just got to say it.

Well, as a matter of fact, I do.

This ship is destined
to go down.

It won't be your first time.

That's interesting that
you should bring up

the Jason Acorn.

In heaven, they'll say

I was Captain I'm to blame

and I'll agree.

But in hell.

In hell, they'll smile
and greet me.

"Welcome, Captain.",
they'll say.

"Manxx Clifton is waiting
over there.

Do what you need
to make her pay."

I live for the day I go to hell.

Murdoch, you're damaged.

You're gonna kill everyone
on this ship.

You think
you're one of the elite, Tarkis?

Hear this.

Life is cheap in Proxate City

and when Ms. Poison put you
on this boat,

she signed your death warrant.

That is bullshit.

What I wanna know is why?

Murdoch, what we'd all like
to know is

if there is a Captain
running this ship.

Not some drunk
paranoid schizophrenic

whose lost touch with reality.

Hundreds of years
of accumulated wisdom

are my reality.

Okay, you go on combat status.

Fine.

But there's got to be a port
somewhere nearby.

If someone gets us there,

I'll guarantee them
a commission in Proxate City.

A commission in Proxate City.

He-he.

Brilliant, didn't I tell you
he was a clever lad.

Ahh well, let's have a drink
to us, eh?

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

Martine.

We have a little problem,

Murdoch's declared the Lilith
at war.

That's not a problem, John.

There's been a power shift
in Lagos.

You'll be cleared to land
in a couple of days.

There's more,
it's not good.

Martine,
they know about the cargo.

What?

They know about the toxic waste.

That's not a problem, John.

We knew someone might discover
the waste.

That's why we chose Murdoch.

His history gives us
deniability.

Murdoch learns that Clifton,

whom he blames for the sinking
of the Jason Acorn,

has just become
President of Proxate.

He wants, he needs to get even.

But the bomb
was obviously sabotage.

The competition, John,
they've reached Murdoch.

It's their chance
to discredit us

before nationhood is finalized.

I want you in charge.

Arrest Murdoch, assume command.

Otherwise, take no risks.

Clear?

Yes, clear.

Call me as soon
as you have control.

Right.

Thank you, Mr. Tarkis.

Now we have a navigational lock
on Proxate City.

North by north east
set manually.

Engines to full.

Engines to full.

Well, the truth is
we don't really know

what to expect.

I suppose they could bomb us
from a plane.

It'd show on the sky grid,
there'd be questions.

So they want to keep it
as quiet as possible.

Yes, like when I was
on the Princess Di.

Tarkis!

He's gone.

Idiot!

Hi, Baby.

Hello, Mr. Tarkis.

You okay, feelin' better?

Baby feels better.

Thank you, Mr. Tarkis.

This'll just take a minute.

Why Proxate hit Baby,
Mr. Tarkis?

Baby hurt, Proxate bad.

That's enough, Tarkis.

It's over for you.

Move away from Baby.

Move, move, move!

I can prove this is all
a big mistake, Murdoch.

I could execute you for mutiny.

I have an illegal link
to all top secret files

in Proxate.

I can access it through Baby.

I call Quiller,
Baby uses that link to tap

into the cyber mains.

And what does that prove?

That'll tell us
who's doing what and why.

Why should I trust you?

What have you got to loose.

If I'm right
Proxate will give us assistance.

If you're right...

then I'll start working
with you.

Hey, sailor.

I've taken control
as instructed.

What did Murdoch do?

Not much, he was drunk.

Didn't know what hit him.

Is the Lilith secure?

Yes, Martine.

Everything is under control.

The sea cruise thing
is wearing a little thin.

Understood, sailor.

Just sit tight.

Help is under way.

Martine, your wish is
my command.

Got it, I'm in.

As it should be, John.

Keep the Lilith for me.

I don't get it,
this is a secure file,

but that's ordinary equipment
from the Third Gulf War.

Stop, I've seen him.

That's the Texas Confederacy
in the Syrian action.

95% of those troops were killed.

It was Clarion.

I know,
because I was on the Princess Di

looking for survivors.

No one thought
Syria had Clarion.

Worse, there were stories that
the Clarion was ours,

that it was deployed illegally.

And proving uncontrollable
devastated our own

as well as the enemy.

Rumour unproven.

You mean forgotten.

Those bastards are gonna pay.

It's too hot to move
and too hard to destroy

without chemical markers.

Wouldn't look too good though
would it for Proxate,

if the whole world knew?

So now they have to kill us all.

I was loyal.

I trusted them.

You can serve them, Tarkis.

But loyalty doesn't make you
one of them.

Cute, Martine.

The sky grid shows
the Lilith heading our way.

That's impossible.

Tarkis has Murdoch under arrest.

I expect it will be
a small hastily-assembled force.

They'll want to strike deep
and pin us down.

They'll go below decks
and plant a bomb

with the Clarion cylinders
and withdraw.

I expect we lure them
below decks and hit and run.

No, I think we'd be better off
just running, Captain.

It's not gonna be
a regular unit.

It's gonna be Proxate's
latest contribution

to the war industry.

They'll fly it in
from the Boudicea plant,

a cybernetic killing machine.

It's unstoppable.

Unless you believe in miracles,
we're all dead.

No, wait a minute,
I heard of that.

It's impossible;
it's top secret.

Boudicea was out of control,
like Clarion.

I had her decommissioned.

A menace to our image.

Boudicea was mine,

should have been told.

I couldn't take that chance,
I had the babe deactivated

and stowed aboard the Lilith
for disposal.

Along with Clarion
and Murdoch...

and anything else
that might deter

the achievement of nationhood.

Well, she's there now.

I could reactivate
and control her.

We could sink the Lilith
right now.

Just do it, Martine.

Fucking detonator.

As of now
you are no longer prisoners.

Now that doesn't mean to say
that you're free just yet.

This ship requires that
you fight for your lives.

You will do so under my command.

If you live,
I will set you free,

that's the law.

Until then
you will obey my orders

and those of my officers.

To hell with you, Captain.

Tonight, you will dine
in the mess hall.

Mr. Santiago here will show you
to your new quarters.

Alright, ladies move it.

You can leave your collars
at the door.

Okay, boys, heads up.

Our only chance
is to take her out of the sky.

If she lands, we're all dead.

You're getting quite good
at this.

Fly it in
from the Boudicea Plant.

A cybernetic killing machine.

No, wait a minute,
I've heard of that.

Oh, no, no.

She's arrived.

Bazzer, say again.

She's onboard now.

Holy shit.

Oh, shit.

One dead in mess hall.

Keep those reports
coming into me.

Yes, Sir.

Whatever she is,
she's heading starboard side

to the stern and down.

I'm gonna follow.

Be specific, Baz.

Where is she?

Gimme a heading, Baz.

Christ!

There's more bodies everywhere.

She's... she's so fast.

It's like time
is missing around her.

I don't know where she is.

I've lost her.

Tarkis level 3,
I'm near the elevator.

Squad 2.

Squad 2, come back.

Damn.

Captain, Squad 1 is dead;

I'm getting no report
from Squad 2.

She's on the port side
green corridor.

One, no two dead.

Damn it, what the hell
is this thing?

I see her, she's so...

So, I can't focus,

I think she's here.

This is Squad 4, I see her.

I see her.

Several dead.

They're all dead.

12 convicts,
hardly put up a fight.

I've lost her.

She's on deck 5
moving to the bow.

I found her.

Where is it, Baz?

Level 3, vent shaft intersect.

Hide Bazzer!

Damn.

Follow the monsters home, Baby.

Hey!

Cover me, Gunner.

Mr. Tarkis.

Mr. Tarkis.

We've got another bomb.

It's a different type
in a black casing,

smaller than before.

The LCD numbers
are moving very fast.

Don't touch that bomb.

It's not the same as the others.

It can't be disarmed.

Fine.

I'll cut out the wall around it.

Smoke?

Bridge, we're gonna need
fire control.

Okay bitch, let's do it.

You stupid bitch!

If you sink this ship,
you'll kill the world.

Here I am.

Oh my God.

Structural.

This is your Captain speaking,

this ship carries
a cargo of Clarion.

It multiplies its potency
in sea water.

To sink is to destroy the ocean.

The ship will not sink
with the Clarion aboard.

That is an order.

It's my last order.

What the fuck is...?

Momma's coming, little Buddie.

Time to go, sweetheart.

Oh, John.

What were you gonna do,
let me die

with the rest of these people?

Why should I save you, John?

You sold me out.

After the fact,

I was loyal to you.

I loved you.

I loved you, too.

No, no, wait.

She's got the detonator.

Yes.

Come with me.

Why save the world
when you can own it?

Now.

The Maritime Code
is perfectly clear.

If a Captain cannot fulfill
his commission,

he must return his ship
to her owners.

Mr. Chan,
I've got a charter for you.

She couldn't swim.

She went down like a rock.

Mr. Chan borrowed
Quiller's plane.

The Clarion is safely
with the UN.

Let it up, Murdoch.

You've made your point.

Manxx Clifton.

Even now the bureau dregs
of the UN

are revoking
Proxate's national status.

I can't believe they let
a drunkard, raging about

some quaint antique code,
defy progress.

I'm returning the ship
to her owners.

Oh, you always were
a righteous bastard.

A man in search of crucifixion.

What the hell did you think
you were doing?

That Clarion could have
destroyed the planet.

Very dramatic, Murdoch.

But my scientists don't agree
with your scientists.

This Earth is a resilient place.

And we should have been extinct
200 years ago.

What about the crew
of the Jason Acorn?

I'll see you in hell for that.

I own the ship.

I didn't sink her.

She wasn't seaworthy.

You certified her.

And you didn't know, Murdoch?

You couldn't tell
she wasn't seaworthy?

Face it, you needed the work,
you turned a blind eye.

Financial necessity,

I understand.

You broke your code
I didn't break mine.

Proxate bad.

Baby angry.

Don't be afraid,
not all fires burn.

Captain! Captain.

Fire!

Calm now.

I saw it.

This ship,
it was on fire and I...

I know, I know.

She's been burning
for some 300 years.

The Lilith.

A retched tub.

Crew of convicts
and for officers scum.

And the Captain.

Murdoch.

Named for the dead
before he even set sail.

Now this was at the beginning
of the 22nd century.

Captain Murdoch thought
that he was hauling

a cargo of liquid protein
destined for Lagos.

He set sail one day,
but he never made it to port.

What happened?

Well, some say
he went down with the ship.

Others say he went insane.

I say he went waltzing.

He just danced into the flames.