Dead Fire (1997) - full transcript

- 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.