Dead Space (1991) - full transcript
Phaebon had been thought to be a safe and controlled research facility until a distress signal calls for Commander Kreiger and his robot Tinpan. Together, they try to save the planet from a spreading virus and an odd and growing cocoon.
(dark atmospheric music)
(flame hisses)
(sizzling)
- Oh, my god.
(suspenseful music)
Dr. Darden.
Dr. Darden, the experiment's
going through another change.
- Alright, we'll be right there.
Don't touch anything.
This whole god-damn thing
is goin' down the tubes.
(suspenseful music)
(sizzling)
- What?
What's going on?
- Don't worry.
I accounted for this.
(scientist groans)
- But you didn't
account for this.
(ominous music)
(tense orchestral music)
- Commander Krieger.
We're getting a distress call.
- Put 'em through.
- It's coming from
the research facility
on the planet Phaebon.
- [Scientist] We've had an
accident, it's out of control.
We need help.
We've had an accident.
Anyone, respond!
Please respond.
- Get 'em back.
- The transmission has cut out.
Recommend you terminate
R and R immediately.
(dark atmospheric music)
Commander, there are
three unidentified vessels
approaching our ship.
Your presence on the bridge
would be appreciated.
(lasers fire)
(rumbling)
- Throw up the deflectors,
I'll be up right away.
(suspenseful music)
(lasers fire)
(rumbling)
Damage?
- Nice of you to join us.
They've penetrated our
sector three defense shields.
- Divert power to the lasers.
- That wouldn't be my
first choice, Commander.
- Well, do me a favor, try it.
Go evasive, re-target the
lasers, use a random pattern.
Now what?
- It's not my fault.
- Well, whose fault is it?
It's gotta be the main
connection under the panel.
I told you to get it
fixed this morning.
- Some of us have other
responsibilities, Commander.
(lasers fire)
- I'm gonna have to hold
this together manually now.
Fire when I give
you the command.
Unless you've got a better idea?
- Nope.
(wires spark)
- God.
(wires spark)
Alright.
Fire!
(wires spark)
(lasers fire)
- Good shot!
(Krieger coughs)
- Fire!
(wires spark)
(lasers fire)
- Two down.
(lasers fire)
- Fire!
(wires spark)
(lasers fire)
- Not bad, for a human.
(sparks pop and crackle)
Fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire--
- Well, I don't wanna
extract from some very
important business,
but we got a problem.
- [Pilot] Fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire--
- Tinpan?
- Fire, fire, fire, fire.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire--
(extinguisher hisses)
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.
Thanks.
- How's the ship?
- Defense shields are
out, lasers are out.
Generators at 30%.
- Where'd you say that
distress call was coming from?
- From a research lab
on the planet Phaebon.
It's not far from here.
- Well, we'll have to risk
it, set course for Phaebon.
How much trouble could
a couple of scientists
get into anyway?
(suspenseful music)
You call that a landing?
(suspenseful music)
I'm Commander Steve Krieger.
Freelance controller responding
to your distress signal.
This is my second
in command, Tinpan.
What seems to be the problem?
- Welcome to the Phaebon
Research Laboratory.
I am Dr. Emily Stote,
head of research.
This is Dr. Salinger.
- Marissa Salinger, genetics.
- [Emily] The call was a little
premature Commander Krieger.
If our radio hadn't gone out--
- But we're happy you're here.
- Wait a minute, are you telling
me this is a false alarm?
- There is no immediate danger.
If you'll follow us, Commander,
we'll show you to your quarters.
- Nice goin', false alarm.
(playful music)
Well, it's very nice.
I don't believe it, are you
happy, are you satisfied?
You brought all this distance
and they don't even need us.
- There does seem to be
some dispute in that area.
- [Steve] Oh?
- Dr. Salinger thinks it's
very important we stay.
- Well, I'll tell you
what I think's important.
We get back to the ship, we
make it operable, and we're
in the star charts, we're
outta here, we're history.
Let's see if we can't get this
bucket up and running again.
I'm getting a bad
feeling about this place.
- We have a problem, Commander.
- Nothing you can't fix, I hope.
(explosion booms)
Well, that answers that.
- Oh, there you are.
- Oh, hi, doc.
- We're ready in
the conference room.
- We need to talk.
- Let's talk on the way.
It was hard enough getting
Emily to have this meeting.
- Commander Krieger, this is a
high-security research facility.
We're stationed on Phaebon
because we can experiment
and take risks here that
would be unthinkable on Earth.
- What kind of experiments?
- Genetic engineering,
bacteriology mostly,
but not in this case.
- What's this case?
- Excuse me, should've been
lookin' where I was goin'.
- It's alright, aren't
you headed the wrong way?
- Just gotta go to my
room and get some stuff.
- Tim.
Don't leave.
Commander Krieger,
please, come in.
Everyone, I would
like to introduce
Commander Steve Krieger,
and his executive
officer, Tinpan.
Steve, Tinpan.
This is our chief
bacteriologist, Frank Darden.
Jill Tollman, computer
electronics specialist.
Sal Dickens, engineer.
And Devon Latham.
The sole survivor of the
astrolab six incident.
As we all know, our
objective here on Phaebon
is to find a cure for
the Delta-Five virus.
- Oh, shit.
- I'm very sorry to hear you
feel that way Commander Krieger
but you can rest assured
it wasn't my idea
to bring you here.
- Whose was it, then?
I get the distinct
impression you're in charge.
- I sent the call.
And I don't think
it was premature.
- That remains to be seen.
- We had an emergency on
our hands, and still do.
- It was not an emergency,
it was a problem,
and that problem
has been solved.
- One of our research
assistants has contracted
a very rare disease,
possibly transmitted through
one of the viruses that we
have been experimenting with.
- What?
- Why didn't you
tell us this before?
- Marissa and I have
discovered that the only way
to combat an aggressive
virus like Delta-Five,
is to create an even
more aggressive virus.
One that will single out
and destroy Delta-Five,
which renders our immune
system so helpless, and yet,
coexists with our benign cells
in a symbiotic relationship.
- Yeah.
- But we ended up
creating a monster.
- It is not a monster!
- I can't believe this.
- Joe was in the lab,
checking the conditions
in the incubator.
Just before we discovered
him taken with the disease,
he told us the liquid in
the Petri dish was bubbling.
- And shortly after,
it did begin to change.
- It changed?
- Yes.
It appears to be a
metamorphic mutant.
- A what?
- An ordinary mutant is
genetically different
from its parent.
A metamorphic mutant changes
its genetic structure,
mutating as it grows.
- We needed a virus
that could adapt
as Delta-Five threw
up its defenses.
And this new virus is our
most promising project yet.
- Does it work?
- Do you mean can
the mutant virus
kill the Delta-Five virus?
Unfortunately, no.
But it can be harmed by it.
Jill, why don't you put
up the file, please?
- It'll be on the room monitor.
- This is the Delta-Five virus.
That's our virus moving
in on Delta-Five.
Notice the speed on infection.
We've created the only
organism that we know of
that Delta-Five can't
infect, as a matter of fact,
the only way Delta-Five
can harm our virus,
is if it found a way to get
inside it and vice-versa.
(suspenseful music)
- I think it's time I took
a look at your monster.
- Meet our monster.
- Well, this is not a
Petri dish of liquid,
bubbling or otherwise.
- It began cocooning
a few days ago.
- You could bombard it
with lasers or x-rays,
or whatever you've
got, and kill it.
- That's exactly
what we don't want!
- Frank, you're blind,
this virus is dangerous!
- And this is not a debate.
We don't have sufficient reason
to terminate the experiment.
For all we know, it could be
the very breakthrough
we're looking for.
- If you don't wanna kill it...
What am I doing here?
- [Emily] You are here
because Marissa acted rashly
and sent out a distress call.
I have explained all this out
of courtesy, Commander Krieger
but quite frankly, you
and Tinpan are free to go.
- Well, we can't go,
my ship's been damaged.
I used up the last of
my power getting here.
(glass smashes)
(suspenseful music)
- Look!
- There!
- Watch out!
(gun fires)
- No, no, no!
- Stop it, everyone, stop it!
Where is it?
Frank.
Frank, what's happening?
(Devon screams)
God damnit, Devon, Devon!
Oh!
God.
Devon.
- I'll prep for surgery,
we've got to contain it.
- Contain it, this experiment
has gone far enough.
- [Frank] Come on.
(ominous music)
- What's going on with Devon?
What is hap, Marissa,
what is happening here?
Why isn't anybody
telling us anything?
We had a right to know.
I can't believe Dr.
Stote kept this from us.
- Wasn't just Stote,
the old man knew, too.
- How's she doin'?
- [Frank] Well, she's stable.
Heart and oxygen level.
Of course, the brain is gone.
We knew that before we started.
Her cerebrum has
been eaten away.
There's also partial
collateral sulcus.
Fourth ventricle collapse.
But, there is life
in the cerebellum.
Heart is still pumping,
body tissue seems viable.
- [Emily] I don't know why
we are wasting our time.
I thought we were
being so careful.
- [Frank] We still might be
able to capture this thing
and study it, find out
where we went wrong.
Millions of lives are
depending on this research.
We have got to keep it alive.
- This is not personal, Frank.
It killed Devon, it
probably killed Joe.
We've gotta find this
god-damn thing, terminate it,
before it kills any more.
We've got muscle spasms.
- Frank!
(creature shrieks)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
(gun fires)
(glass smashes)
(suspenseful music)
- That's what you
call a muscle spasm?
- [Frank] That's
what I call science.
- Damn!
Hey, your computerized vent
control system won't work.
Now, I need those vents closed
so I can flood this thing
with gas and poison it!
- Jill, get the damn
computers going,
and see if that's possible.
- Alright, alright.
- This thing is
tough and adaptable,
and it's growing at
an incredible rate.
- But if it can't find another
host, it won't keep evolving.
- Is it possible we're thinking
about this the wrong way?
Maybe it attacks because
it feels threatened.
Maybe we give it some food
or whatever attracts it,
help it escape into
the atmosphere?
- How does this thing operate?
(Frank coughs)
- It's like any other virus.
A simple organism composed
of a protein coat.
- Cut the shit.
- It's capable of growth
only in other living cells.
- He means us.
He wants to kill us.
- Want is not quite
right, it exists to kill.
- I'd say it's high time
we adopted the same creed.
Can we at least locate this
thing in the air vents?
- Maybe, we have a system for
detecting debris in the vents
when they get backed up,
but it's not the best.
- [Emily] Get it
on the computer.
- That system's in
the control room.
Look, I don't mind going,
but I'd really rather someone
watch my back while I worked.
- We've gotta get
those vents sealed,
so the thing can't get out.
- Well, the only way to do
that is to get those vents
closed manually, one by one.
- Great, at least this place
is only built on one level.
Tinpan and I'll start at the
back and work our way forward.
- I called you here,
I'll start on this end.
- No, I'll go.
Look, I know exactly where
those vent locks are.
- I'm going, too, I
can handle myself.
I was in Rev Corps.
- Alright.
- Give him the gun.
(suspenseful music)
- Let's go, here's
another point.
- 20 closed!
- Alright, 19 closed.
Get 18.
- 18 closed!
- 17, get 16.
17 closed.
- 16 closed!
- Alright, 15, make sure
you get the main vent.
Alright, let's go!
- Main vent closed!
- Any progress?
- This thing's so slow.
(suspenseful music)
- [Sal] Closed!
Watch it.
- Give me the gun.
- Rev Corps, huh?
- What's on your
mind, Commander?
- That girl.
She was a survivor of the
astrolab six incident.
- What does the astrolab
six accident have to do
with this situation?
- That was no accident.
They nuked that lab.
And everybody in it.
- What happened?
- It was termed "an unavoidable
biological incident."
All that means is
they had an experiment
that got loose on 'em.
Just like this.
- Where are Marissa
and Sal right now?
- They're in a hallway
near Tim's room.
- Krieger and Tinpan
are in the genetics lab.
- Alright, Frank,
what's on your mind?
- What's on my mind?
Emily, if you continue
to let this space cowboy
take over control of this
project, he'll kill it.
He hasn't got the
sensitivity to understand
what we're trying to accomplish.
- I have no intentions of
giving up control to anyone,
but I also have to consider
the safety of everyone here.
- What about the safety of
the people with Delta-Five?
What about their lives?
- Punch in C3937.
- Commander, have you asked
yourself why Dr. Darden
doesn't terminate
this experiment?
(ominous music)
(Jill sighs)
- Can I help?
- Yeah, right.
Last time you helped,
we lost three programs.
- Alright, both of
you, keep it civil.
Back to work, Jill.
(muffled clattering)
- This is my room.
(suspenseful music)
(glass smashes)
(screams)
(Marissa screams)
- Come on.
(creature shrieks)
(Sal screams)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
- Sal!
Are you okay?
Sal, are you okay?
(Sal pants)
(ominous music)
Oh, god.
- Well?
- His blood's not
circulating properly.
The soft tissue
is deteriorating.
- Gangrene?
- Yes.
We can't stop it.
- He'll be dead soon.
Like the others.
- So?
What now?
- This thing...
Is sealed up in
the vents, for now.
So, may I suggest that we all
take advantage of that fact,
by pairing up and taking
turns getting some rest.
- I don't think that this is a--
- Marissa.
We all need some rest.
Krieger, obviously you and
Tinpan should stay together.
Frank, you and I will
go back to the lab,
and we will conduct some--
- Doc.
Why don't you get
some rest, too?
We'll convene back
here at 0700, okay?
(moody music)
- These are my quarters.
- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.
Krieger?
You know, you were very good
in there with Stote just now.
- Does that surprise you?
Tinpan.
- Bring him in here.
(peaceful music)
- Well, why don't you
try to get some sleep?
I'm not very tired anyway.
- Forget it, I couldn't
even sleep now if I tried.
Look, why don't you just sleep
and I'll read or something.
- I've got a better idea.
- This doesn't sound like--
- Just give it a try.
I wanna do this for you.
Try to relax.
- Never heard that one before.
- Jill.
- Okay.
Okay.
- Now we're done.
You better take
up your position.
- Here are the schematics
for most of the station.
- Thanks.
This could give us an edge.
Emphasis on could.
We could use a
strategic advantage.
- What do you mean?
- It's big and
it's bad-tempered.
That's all we know
about it so far.
It's got us cornered.
Are you okay?
- I'm sorry.
(melancholic music)
It's just that...
Sal was my friend.
- I know.
It's hard to lose a friend.
- It's...
It's such a waste.
And what for?
(peaceful music)
(door slides closed)
(Frank coughs)
- You're getting worse.
- You've known?
- You have the classic
symptoms, doctor.
Nervousness,
quickened heart rate.
- I found out I had
it shortly before I
volunteered for this assignment.
- And why didn't you tell me?
- I wanted to keep working.
Emily.
If you had known, you
would have discharged me,
and it was my only chance.
This may be our only change.
- I wouldn't have
done that, Frank.
Who knows?
Maybe we still have a chance.
(suspenseful music)
(Marissa screams)
- Marissa.
Marissa.
You alright?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm alright.
- That's okay.
It was just a dream.
- Yeah.
A dream.
(screams)
(creature shrieks)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
- I'm gonna go find it,
Tinpan, alert everybody.
You better take this.
Go with him.
(suspenseful music)
- Get up, let's go,
the creature's out!
Get to the med lab!
- Come on!
- Let's go, come on!
Let's go!
- Where are you going?
- I'm going after Steve.
- Sal.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- What're you doing here?
- I thought you
might need some help.
- Why aren't you
with the others?
- They got me into this, I
don't trust them to get me out.
- Stay close.
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
(rumbling)
(squelching)
(gun fires)
(creatures snarls and shrieks)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(creature snarls and shrieks)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(creature snarls and shrieks)
- [Emily] Marissa?
- No, wait, wait, wait.
We've got to check
their condition.
- What happened?
Are you alright?
- The thing escaped.
Through the glass.
The room's sealed now.
- It's huge, it's growing,
it's bigger than I am.
- You know, it's
out of the lab now.
I mean, maybe we're okay.
What are the chances
it'll survive?
(muffled clunks)
- Well, there's your answer.
This thing you've created,
it's gonna destroy your lab,
either from the inside
out or the inside in.
Tinpan?
Let's go make an executive
decision of our own.
- He's a fool if he
thinks he can stop it.
- Here, let me fix this.
I don't know why I bother.
You old T2 models are
always falling apart.
- Tim, can you give
me a hand over here?
- [Tim] Sure.
- I need the code for
the external monitors.
- Will we be able to follow him?
- Every move.
- I'll let Krieger know.
The external monitors are still
working, so we'll be able to
watch your back the whole
time you're out there.
You're in luck.
- That's not luck.
Luck would be if this
thing disappeared off
the face of the
planet, that'd be luck.
How long can I exist
out there in this thing?
- You've got 20 minutes
without any problem,
after that, the suit
will deteriorate.
- Narcosis?
- Similar to it.
And just as dramatic,
at first it's a high,
and then it will kill you.
- Sounds like fun, let's go.
- Good luck.
(suspenseful music)
Oh, god, Frank.
- [Frank] Let's get to work.
(suspenseful music)
(strong wind blows)
- He's gotta be
out here someplace.
- There's a lot of
territory to cover.
- Alright.
Let's go look for him.
(keyboard clacks)
- There they are.
(Tim chuckles)
- Stupid robot.
It's just gonna slow him down.
(strong wind blows)
- This way.
- Here it comes.
Oh, god damnit.
This confirms it.
- Confirms what?
- It's incredibly simple.
(chuckles)
(coughs)
(strong wind blows)
- [Tinpan] There he is.
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
- Let's go.
- Look at that, we know
that guns don't work on it.
- Well, what else
is he gonna do?
(strong wind blows)
(distant snarls)
(distant shriek)
(gun fires)
- Why is he goin' up there?
- I think he knows
what he's doing, Tim.
(suspenseful music)
- Such an obvious error.
Whereas Delta-Five only makes
us susceptible to disease...
This virus actually
is the disease.
God help us.
(Steve screams)
- He fell, he fell
off the rocks!
- Did you get a shot at him?
- No, it moved too fast.
- Help me up, alright?
(groans)
- He's going into a cave.
- Well, I don't think he's
gonna find it in there.
- Tim, I don't understand this.
Why are you being such a jerk?
- What's your problem?
I mean, it's obvious
this guy is an idiot.
- My problem is I can't believe
I just slept with such a worm.
I mean, is this all you
can do, stand around
and criticize the guy who's
trying to save our lives?
- I gotta get some rest.
- I think it's best to stay
until the storm passes over.
- Oh, yeah, I think I broke
something when I fell.
- Krieger.
Krieger!
- Can you get him back?
Jill!
- I can't, I lost him
when he went in the cave.
- Try him on another frequency.
- It's not working.
- Damn.
(creature roars)
(guns fires)
(guns fire)
- Get up, go!
(gun fires)
- There it is, they need help.
- No, Jill, you stay
here, we need you here.
Tim, you go.
- There's no time.
(suspenseful music)
(creature roars)
- Commander!
Commander!
(guns fire)
Come on!
(guns fire)
Let's go!
(gun fires)
- Tinpan!
- Come on!
- No, that's my friend!
- He's a robot, come on!
(creature snarls)
- God.
(gun fires)
(creature snarls)
(somber music)
(gun fires)
- Get back!
(Jill screams)
(Steve coughs)
- Where's Jill?
- She's dead.
It dragged her down
the main air shaft.
- God.
Oh, god.
Tim.
Tim, locate the main
shaft in the files,
and tell us where it comes out.
Pull it up on the computer, Tim.
Now track it.
The main air shaft.
- It's...
It leads to the control room.
(saw buzzes)
- [Frank] Okay, let's take
a sample of the pancreas.
- It's back, it's
in the control room!
(alarm whines)
(gun fires)
- Oh, god.
- We're gonna have to
do better than that,
if we're gonna stop this thing.
- Careful with that.
- Be careful?
Why don't you tell that
to Sal and the others?
- Marissa, as head of
research, I have done what I--
- To hell with research!
I'm talking about survival.
(suspenseful music)
- [Tim] (yelps) It's Jill!
- [Frank] Tim, don't
touch her, get back!
Get away, don't touch her!
- Let's help!
- Don't, don't touch her!
Help me get Sal off
this table, come on!
Get back!
- Get her on the table,
help her on the table.
- God damnit, Tim, get
away, she's diseased!
- What do you mean she's
diseased? She's hurt!
- No, we made a mistake.
The virus, it carries disease.
Every disease we've ever known.
(Jill moans)
- Kill me.
Please.
- I can't.
(gun fires)
- I'm gonna go look for it.
- Krieger?
Krieger?
- Where did he go?
- I don't know.
- Oh.
- Tim!
Tim!
(muffled snarls)
(suspenseful music)
Tim!
Tim?
Don't, don't.
Don't, Tim.
Come on.
Tim.
Tim!
Tim?
Tim.
- It's okay.
(creature snarls)
- (screams) Tim, Tim!
Tim!
Tim, get the gun!
- What?
- Get the gun!
- Okay.
- Tim, shoot it, shoot it!
- Oh, god.
(gun fires)
(creature snarls)
- What are you doing, Tim?
Shoot it!
What are you doing?
Tim!
(creature snarls)
(Tim screams)
No!
(creature snarls)
- Emily.
Emily, I've got an idea.
You've got to help me.
- What is it, Frank?
- Delta-Five and this virus
are hostile to each other.
Yet, neither can penetrate
the other's defenses, now,
I am afflicted with Delta-Five.
If we can get this creature
to ingest some of my tissue...
Darts.
We'll fill up the dart
guns with my blood
instead of a tranquilizer
and then we'll shoot
this bastard and just
see what happens.
- Frank, you're too weak.
- No.
- And you can't stand
to lose any blood.
- Emily, I am not weak.
I'm dead.
(groans lightly)
- Are you okay?
- [Frank] Please.
Give me this much.
- Tim.
No, no, don't touch him.
- Look out!
(creature roars)
(dramatic music)
(creature snarls)
- [Marissa] Look out!
(yelps)
(gun fires)
- Get out.
Get out, get out!
Go!
(grunts)
(thuds)
(creature roars)
- Krieger!
- Go!
- No!
- Go!
- Krieger!
(thuds)
(grunts)
(creature snarls)
(gun fires)
(creature roars)
(gun fires)
(creature roars)
- Krieger!
Krieger, Frank has the disease
that'll kill this thing.
His blood, you've got
to shoot it with these!
(gun fires)
(yelp) Frank!
(creature shrieks)
(screams)
(creature roars)
(glass smashes)
(alarm whines)
(suspenseful music)
(creature snarls)
(somber music)
(tense music)
(creatures shriek)
(Marissa sobs)
(suspenseful music)
- Krieger?
(squelching)
(distant squelching)
Steve?
(squelching)
Steve?
(squelching)
(squelching)
(rattling)
(squelching)
(creature shrieks)
(screams)
Steve!
(creatures shriek)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
(creature shrieks)
(wails and grunts)
No more, no more, no more!
No, no, no!
No!
(sobs)
- Well, I guarantee you,
I'm gonna think twice
before I ever answer
another distress signal.
- Consider yourself
lucky, Commander.
You came out in one piece.
(peaceful music)
- How are you doin'?
- Good.
- Another 14 days and I'll have
you back to base operations.
- I don't wanna go
to base operations.
Let's go home.
- This is my home.
(peaceful music)
(dramatic music)
(flame hisses)
(sizzling)
- Oh, my god.
(suspenseful music)
Dr. Darden.
Dr. Darden, the experiment's
going through another change.
- Alright, we'll be right there.
Don't touch anything.
This whole god-damn thing
is goin' down the tubes.
(suspenseful music)
(sizzling)
- What?
What's going on?
- Don't worry.
I accounted for this.
(scientist groans)
- But you didn't
account for this.
(ominous music)
(tense orchestral music)
- Commander Krieger.
We're getting a distress call.
- Put 'em through.
- It's coming from
the research facility
on the planet Phaebon.
- [Scientist] We've had an
accident, it's out of control.
We need help.
We've had an accident.
Anyone, respond!
Please respond.
- Get 'em back.
- The transmission has cut out.
Recommend you terminate
R and R immediately.
(dark atmospheric music)
Commander, there are
three unidentified vessels
approaching our ship.
Your presence on the bridge
would be appreciated.
(lasers fire)
(rumbling)
- Throw up the deflectors,
I'll be up right away.
(suspenseful music)
(lasers fire)
(rumbling)
Damage?
- Nice of you to join us.
They've penetrated our
sector three defense shields.
- Divert power to the lasers.
- That wouldn't be my
first choice, Commander.
- Well, do me a favor, try it.
Go evasive, re-target the
lasers, use a random pattern.
Now what?
- It's not my fault.
- Well, whose fault is it?
It's gotta be the main
connection under the panel.
I told you to get it
fixed this morning.
- Some of us have other
responsibilities, Commander.
(lasers fire)
- I'm gonna have to hold
this together manually now.
Fire when I give
you the command.
Unless you've got a better idea?
- Nope.
(wires spark)
- God.
(wires spark)
Alright.
Fire!
(wires spark)
(lasers fire)
- Good shot!
(Krieger coughs)
- Fire!
(wires spark)
(lasers fire)
- Two down.
(lasers fire)
- Fire!
(wires spark)
(lasers fire)
- Not bad, for a human.
(sparks pop and crackle)
Fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire--
- Well, I don't wanna
extract from some very
important business,
but we got a problem.
- [Pilot] Fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire--
- Tinpan?
- Fire, fire, fire, fire.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire--
(extinguisher hisses)
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.
Thanks.
- How's the ship?
- Defense shields are
out, lasers are out.
Generators at 30%.
- Where'd you say that
distress call was coming from?
- From a research lab
on the planet Phaebon.
It's not far from here.
- Well, we'll have to risk
it, set course for Phaebon.
How much trouble could
a couple of scientists
get into anyway?
(suspenseful music)
You call that a landing?
(suspenseful music)
I'm Commander Steve Krieger.
Freelance controller responding
to your distress signal.
This is my second
in command, Tinpan.
What seems to be the problem?
- Welcome to the Phaebon
Research Laboratory.
I am Dr. Emily Stote,
head of research.
This is Dr. Salinger.
- Marissa Salinger, genetics.
- [Emily] The call was a little
premature Commander Krieger.
If our radio hadn't gone out--
- But we're happy you're here.
- Wait a minute, are you telling
me this is a false alarm?
- There is no immediate danger.
If you'll follow us, Commander,
we'll show you to your quarters.
- Nice goin', false alarm.
(playful music)
Well, it's very nice.
I don't believe it, are you
happy, are you satisfied?
You brought all this distance
and they don't even need us.
- There does seem to be
some dispute in that area.
- [Steve] Oh?
- Dr. Salinger thinks it's
very important we stay.
- Well, I'll tell you
what I think's important.
We get back to the ship, we
make it operable, and we're
in the star charts, we're
outta here, we're history.
Let's see if we can't get this
bucket up and running again.
I'm getting a bad
feeling about this place.
- We have a problem, Commander.
- Nothing you can't fix, I hope.
(explosion booms)
Well, that answers that.
- Oh, there you are.
- Oh, hi, doc.
- We're ready in
the conference room.
- We need to talk.
- Let's talk on the way.
It was hard enough getting
Emily to have this meeting.
- Commander Krieger, this is a
high-security research facility.
We're stationed on Phaebon
because we can experiment
and take risks here that
would be unthinkable on Earth.
- What kind of experiments?
- Genetic engineering,
bacteriology mostly,
but not in this case.
- What's this case?
- Excuse me, should've been
lookin' where I was goin'.
- It's alright, aren't
you headed the wrong way?
- Just gotta go to my
room and get some stuff.
- Tim.
Don't leave.
Commander Krieger,
please, come in.
Everyone, I would
like to introduce
Commander Steve Krieger,
and his executive
officer, Tinpan.
Steve, Tinpan.
This is our chief
bacteriologist, Frank Darden.
Jill Tollman, computer
electronics specialist.
Sal Dickens, engineer.
And Devon Latham.
The sole survivor of the
astrolab six incident.
As we all know, our
objective here on Phaebon
is to find a cure for
the Delta-Five virus.
- Oh, shit.
- I'm very sorry to hear you
feel that way Commander Krieger
but you can rest assured
it wasn't my idea
to bring you here.
- Whose was it, then?
I get the distinct
impression you're in charge.
- I sent the call.
And I don't think
it was premature.
- That remains to be seen.
- We had an emergency on
our hands, and still do.
- It was not an emergency,
it was a problem,
and that problem
has been solved.
- One of our research
assistants has contracted
a very rare disease,
possibly transmitted through
one of the viruses that we
have been experimenting with.
- What?
- Why didn't you
tell us this before?
- Marissa and I have
discovered that the only way
to combat an aggressive
virus like Delta-Five,
is to create an even
more aggressive virus.
One that will single out
and destroy Delta-Five,
which renders our immune
system so helpless, and yet,
coexists with our benign cells
in a symbiotic relationship.
- Yeah.
- But we ended up
creating a monster.
- It is not a monster!
- I can't believe this.
- Joe was in the lab,
checking the conditions
in the incubator.
Just before we discovered
him taken with the disease,
he told us the liquid in
the Petri dish was bubbling.
- And shortly after,
it did begin to change.
- It changed?
- Yes.
It appears to be a
metamorphic mutant.
- A what?
- An ordinary mutant is
genetically different
from its parent.
A metamorphic mutant changes
its genetic structure,
mutating as it grows.
- We needed a virus
that could adapt
as Delta-Five threw
up its defenses.
And this new virus is our
most promising project yet.
- Does it work?
- Do you mean can
the mutant virus
kill the Delta-Five virus?
Unfortunately, no.
But it can be harmed by it.
Jill, why don't you put
up the file, please?
- It'll be on the room monitor.
- This is the Delta-Five virus.
That's our virus moving
in on Delta-Five.
Notice the speed on infection.
We've created the only
organism that we know of
that Delta-Five can't
infect, as a matter of fact,
the only way Delta-Five
can harm our virus,
is if it found a way to get
inside it and vice-versa.
(suspenseful music)
- I think it's time I took
a look at your monster.
- Meet our monster.
- Well, this is not a
Petri dish of liquid,
bubbling or otherwise.
- It began cocooning
a few days ago.
- You could bombard it
with lasers or x-rays,
or whatever you've
got, and kill it.
- That's exactly
what we don't want!
- Frank, you're blind,
this virus is dangerous!
- And this is not a debate.
We don't have sufficient reason
to terminate the experiment.
For all we know, it could be
the very breakthrough
we're looking for.
- If you don't wanna kill it...
What am I doing here?
- [Emily] You are here
because Marissa acted rashly
and sent out a distress call.
I have explained all this out
of courtesy, Commander Krieger
but quite frankly, you
and Tinpan are free to go.
- Well, we can't go,
my ship's been damaged.
I used up the last of
my power getting here.
(glass smashes)
(suspenseful music)
- Look!
- There!
- Watch out!
(gun fires)
- No, no, no!
- Stop it, everyone, stop it!
Where is it?
Frank.
Frank, what's happening?
(Devon screams)
God damnit, Devon, Devon!
Oh!
God.
Devon.
- I'll prep for surgery,
we've got to contain it.
- Contain it, this experiment
has gone far enough.
- [Frank] Come on.
(ominous music)
- What's going on with Devon?
What is hap, Marissa,
what is happening here?
Why isn't anybody
telling us anything?
We had a right to know.
I can't believe Dr.
Stote kept this from us.
- Wasn't just Stote,
the old man knew, too.
- How's she doin'?
- [Frank] Well, she's stable.
Heart and oxygen level.
Of course, the brain is gone.
We knew that before we started.
Her cerebrum has
been eaten away.
There's also partial
collateral sulcus.
Fourth ventricle collapse.
But, there is life
in the cerebellum.
Heart is still pumping,
body tissue seems viable.
- [Emily] I don't know why
we are wasting our time.
I thought we were
being so careful.
- [Frank] We still might be
able to capture this thing
and study it, find out
where we went wrong.
Millions of lives are
depending on this research.
We have got to keep it alive.
- This is not personal, Frank.
It killed Devon, it
probably killed Joe.
We've gotta find this
god-damn thing, terminate it,
before it kills any more.
We've got muscle spasms.
- Frank!
(creature shrieks)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
(gun fires)
(glass smashes)
(suspenseful music)
- That's what you
call a muscle spasm?
- [Frank] That's
what I call science.
- Damn!
Hey, your computerized vent
control system won't work.
Now, I need those vents closed
so I can flood this thing
with gas and poison it!
- Jill, get the damn
computers going,
and see if that's possible.
- Alright, alright.
- This thing is
tough and adaptable,
and it's growing at
an incredible rate.
- But if it can't find another
host, it won't keep evolving.
- Is it possible we're thinking
about this the wrong way?
Maybe it attacks because
it feels threatened.
Maybe we give it some food
or whatever attracts it,
help it escape into
the atmosphere?
- How does this thing operate?
(Frank coughs)
- It's like any other virus.
A simple organism composed
of a protein coat.
- Cut the shit.
- It's capable of growth
only in other living cells.
- He means us.
He wants to kill us.
- Want is not quite
right, it exists to kill.
- I'd say it's high time
we adopted the same creed.
Can we at least locate this
thing in the air vents?
- Maybe, we have a system for
detecting debris in the vents
when they get backed up,
but it's not the best.
- [Emily] Get it
on the computer.
- That system's in
the control room.
Look, I don't mind going,
but I'd really rather someone
watch my back while I worked.
- We've gotta get
those vents sealed,
so the thing can't get out.
- Well, the only way to do
that is to get those vents
closed manually, one by one.
- Great, at least this place
is only built on one level.
Tinpan and I'll start at the
back and work our way forward.
- I called you here,
I'll start on this end.
- No, I'll go.
Look, I know exactly where
those vent locks are.
- I'm going, too, I
can handle myself.
I was in Rev Corps.
- Alright.
- Give him the gun.
(suspenseful music)
- Let's go, here's
another point.
- 20 closed!
- Alright, 19 closed.
Get 18.
- 18 closed!
- 17, get 16.
17 closed.
- 16 closed!
- Alright, 15, make sure
you get the main vent.
Alright, let's go!
- Main vent closed!
- Any progress?
- This thing's so slow.
(suspenseful music)
- [Sal] Closed!
Watch it.
- Give me the gun.
- Rev Corps, huh?
- What's on your
mind, Commander?
- That girl.
She was a survivor of the
astrolab six incident.
- What does the astrolab
six accident have to do
with this situation?
- That was no accident.
They nuked that lab.
And everybody in it.
- What happened?
- It was termed "an unavoidable
biological incident."
All that means is
they had an experiment
that got loose on 'em.
Just like this.
- Where are Marissa
and Sal right now?
- They're in a hallway
near Tim's room.
- Krieger and Tinpan
are in the genetics lab.
- Alright, Frank,
what's on your mind?
- What's on my mind?
Emily, if you continue
to let this space cowboy
take over control of this
project, he'll kill it.
He hasn't got the
sensitivity to understand
what we're trying to accomplish.
- I have no intentions of
giving up control to anyone,
but I also have to consider
the safety of everyone here.
- What about the safety of
the people with Delta-Five?
What about their lives?
- Punch in C3937.
- Commander, have you asked
yourself why Dr. Darden
doesn't terminate
this experiment?
(ominous music)
(Jill sighs)
- Can I help?
- Yeah, right.
Last time you helped,
we lost three programs.
- Alright, both of
you, keep it civil.
Back to work, Jill.
(muffled clattering)
- This is my room.
(suspenseful music)
(glass smashes)
(screams)
(Marissa screams)
- Come on.
(creature shrieks)
(Sal screams)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
- Sal!
Are you okay?
Sal, are you okay?
(Sal pants)
(ominous music)
Oh, god.
- Well?
- His blood's not
circulating properly.
The soft tissue
is deteriorating.
- Gangrene?
- Yes.
We can't stop it.
- He'll be dead soon.
Like the others.
- So?
What now?
- This thing...
Is sealed up in
the vents, for now.
So, may I suggest that we all
take advantage of that fact,
by pairing up and taking
turns getting some rest.
- I don't think that this is a--
- Marissa.
We all need some rest.
Krieger, obviously you and
Tinpan should stay together.
Frank, you and I will
go back to the lab,
and we will conduct some--
- Doc.
Why don't you get
some rest, too?
We'll convene back
here at 0700, okay?
(moody music)
- These are my quarters.
- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.
Krieger?
You know, you were very good
in there with Stote just now.
- Does that surprise you?
Tinpan.
- Bring him in here.
(peaceful music)
- Well, why don't you
try to get some sleep?
I'm not very tired anyway.
- Forget it, I couldn't
even sleep now if I tried.
Look, why don't you just sleep
and I'll read or something.
- I've got a better idea.
- This doesn't sound like--
- Just give it a try.
I wanna do this for you.
Try to relax.
- Never heard that one before.
- Jill.
- Okay.
Okay.
- Now we're done.
You better take
up your position.
- Here are the schematics
for most of the station.
- Thanks.
This could give us an edge.
Emphasis on could.
We could use a
strategic advantage.
- What do you mean?
- It's big and
it's bad-tempered.
That's all we know
about it so far.
It's got us cornered.
Are you okay?
- I'm sorry.
(melancholic music)
It's just that...
Sal was my friend.
- I know.
It's hard to lose a friend.
- It's...
It's such a waste.
And what for?
(peaceful music)
(door slides closed)
(Frank coughs)
- You're getting worse.
- You've known?
- You have the classic
symptoms, doctor.
Nervousness,
quickened heart rate.
- I found out I had
it shortly before I
volunteered for this assignment.
- And why didn't you tell me?
- I wanted to keep working.
Emily.
If you had known, you
would have discharged me,
and it was my only chance.
This may be our only change.
- I wouldn't have
done that, Frank.
Who knows?
Maybe we still have a chance.
(suspenseful music)
(Marissa screams)
- Marissa.
Marissa.
You alright?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm alright.
- That's okay.
It was just a dream.
- Yeah.
A dream.
(screams)
(creature shrieks)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
- I'm gonna go find it,
Tinpan, alert everybody.
You better take this.
Go with him.
(suspenseful music)
- Get up, let's go,
the creature's out!
Get to the med lab!
- Come on!
- Let's go, come on!
Let's go!
- Where are you going?
- I'm going after Steve.
- Sal.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- What're you doing here?
- I thought you
might need some help.
- Why aren't you
with the others?
- They got me into this, I
don't trust them to get me out.
- Stay close.
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
(rumbling)
(squelching)
(gun fires)
(creatures snarls and shrieks)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(creature snarls and shrieks)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(creature snarls and shrieks)
- [Emily] Marissa?
- No, wait, wait, wait.
We've got to check
their condition.
- What happened?
Are you alright?
- The thing escaped.
Through the glass.
The room's sealed now.
- It's huge, it's growing,
it's bigger than I am.
- You know, it's
out of the lab now.
I mean, maybe we're okay.
What are the chances
it'll survive?
(muffled clunks)
- Well, there's your answer.
This thing you've created,
it's gonna destroy your lab,
either from the inside
out or the inside in.
Tinpan?
Let's go make an executive
decision of our own.
- He's a fool if he
thinks he can stop it.
- Here, let me fix this.
I don't know why I bother.
You old T2 models are
always falling apart.
- Tim, can you give
me a hand over here?
- [Tim] Sure.
- I need the code for
the external monitors.
- Will we be able to follow him?
- Every move.
- I'll let Krieger know.
The external monitors are still
working, so we'll be able to
watch your back the whole
time you're out there.
You're in luck.
- That's not luck.
Luck would be if this
thing disappeared off
the face of the
planet, that'd be luck.
How long can I exist
out there in this thing?
- You've got 20 minutes
without any problem,
after that, the suit
will deteriorate.
- Narcosis?
- Similar to it.
And just as dramatic,
at first it's a high,
and then it will kill you.
- Sounds like fun, let's go.
- Good luck.
(suspenseful music)
Oh, god, Frank.
- [Frank] Let's get to work.
(suspenseful music)
(strong wind blows)
- He's gotta be
out here someplace.
- There's a lot of
territory to cover.
- Alright.
Let's go look for him.
(keyboard clacks)
- There they are.
(Tim chuckles)
- Stupid robot.
It's just gonna slow him down.
(strong wind blows)
- This way.
- Here it comes.
Oh, god damnit.
This confirms it.
- Confirms what?
- It's incredibly simple.
(chuckles)
(coughs)
(strong wind blows)
- [Tinpan] There he is.
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
- Let's go.
- Look at that, we know
that guns don't work on it.
- Well, what else
is he gonna do?
(strong wind blows)
(distant snarls)
(distant shriek)
(gun fires)
- Why is he goin' up there?
- I think he knows
what he's doing, Tim.
(suspenseful music)
- Such an obvious error.
Whereas Delta-Five only makes
us susceptible to disease...
This virus actually
is the disease.
God help us.
(Steve screams)
- He fell, he fell
off the rocks!
- Did you get a shot at him?
- No, it moved too fast.
- Help me up, alright?
(groans)
- He's going into a cave.
- Well, I don't think he's
gonna find it in there.
- Tim, I don't understand this.
Why are you being such a jerk?
- What's your problem?
I mean, it's obvious
this guy is an idiot.
- My problem is I can't believe
I just slept with such a worm.
I mean, is this all you
can do, stand around
and criticize the guy who's
trying to save our lives?
- I gotta get some rest.
- I think it's best to stay
until the storm passes over.
- Oh, yeah, I think I broke
something when I fell.
- Krieger.
Krieger!
- Can you get him back?
Jill!
- I can't, I lost him
when he went in the cave.
- Try him on another frequency.
- It's not working.
- Damn.
(creature roars)
(guns fires)
(guns fire)
- Get up, go!
(gun fires)
- There it is, they need help.
- No, Jill, you stay
here, we need you here.
Tim, you go.
- There's no time.
(suspenseful music)
(creature roars)
- Commander!
Commander!
(guns fire)
Come on!
(guns fire)
Let's go!
(gun fires)
- Tinpan!
- Come on!
- No, that's my friend!
- He's a robot, come on!
(creature snarls)
- God.
(gun fires)
(creature snarls)
(somber music)
(gun fires)
- Get back!
(Jill screams)
(Steve coughs)
- Where's Jill?
- She's dead.
It dragged her down
the main air shaft.
- God.
Oh, god.
Tim.
Tim, locate the main
shaft in the files,
and tell us where it comes out.
Pull it up on the computer, Tim.
Now track it.
The main air shaft.
- It's...
It leads to the control room.
(saw buzzes)
- [Frank] Okay, let's take
a sample of the pancreas.
- It's back, it's
in the control room!
(alarm whines)
(gun fires)
- Oh, god.
- We're gonna have to
do better than that,
if we're gonna stop this thing.
- Careful with that.
- Be careful?
Why don't you tell that
to Sal and the others?
- Marissa, as head of
research, I have done what I--
- To hell with research!
I'm talking about survival.
(suspenseful music)
- [Tim] (yelps) It's Jill!
- [Frank] Tim, don't
touch her, get back!
Get away, don't touch her!
- Let's help!
- Don't, don't touch her!
Help me get Sal off
this table, come on!
Get back!
- Get her on the table,
help her on the table.
- God damnit, Tim, get
away, she's diseased!
- What do you mean she's
diseased? She's hurt!
- No, we made a mistake.
The virus, it carries disease.
Every disease we've ever known.
(Jill moans)
- Kill me.
Please.
- I can't.
(gun fires)
- I'm gonna go look for it.
- Krieger?
Krieger?
- Where did he go?
- I don't know.
- Oh.
- Tim!
Tim!
(muffled snarls)
(suspenseful music)
Tim!
Tim?
Don't, don't.
Don't, Tim.
Come on.
Tim.
Tim!
Tim?
Tim.
- It's okay.
(creature snarls)
- (screams) Tim, Tim!
Tim!
Tim, get the gun!
- What?
- Get the gun!
- Okay.
- Tim, shoot it, shoot it!
- Oh, god.
(gun fires)
(creature snarls)
- What are you doing, Tim?
Shoot it!
What are you doing?
Tim!
(creature snarls)
(Tim screams)
No!
(creature snarls)
- Emily.
Emily, I've got an idea.
You've got to help me.
- What is it, Frank?
- Delta-Five and this virus
are hostile to each other.
Yet, neither can penetrate
the other's defenses, now,
I am afflicted with Delta-Five.
If we can get this creature
to ingest some of my tissue...
Darts.
We'll fill up the dart
guns with my blood
instead of a tranquilizer
and then we'll shoot
this bastard and just
see what happens.
- Frank, you're too weak.
- No.
- And you can't stand
to lose any blood.
- Emily, I am not weak.
I'm dead.
(groans lightly)
- Are you okay?
- [Frank] Please.
Give me this much.
- Tim.
No, no, don't touch him.
- Look out!
(creature roars)
(dramatic music)
(creature snarls)
- [Marissa] Look out!
(yelps)
(gun fires)
- Get out.
Get out, get out!
Go!
(grunts)
(thuds)
(creature roars)
- Krieger!
- Go!
- No!
- Go!
- Krieger!
(thuds)
(grunts)
(creature snarls)
(gun fires)
(creature roars)
(gun fires)
(creature roars)
- Krieger!
Krieger, Frank has the disease
that'll kill this thing.
His blood, you've got
to shoot it with these!
(gun fires)
(yelp) Frank!
(creature shrieks)
(screams)
(creature roars)
(glass smashes)
(alarm whines)
(suspenseful music)
(creature snarls)
(somber music)
(tense music)
(creatures shriek)
(Marissa sobs)
(suspenseful music)
- Krieger?
(squelching)
(distant squelching)
Steve?
(squelching)
Steve?
(squelching)
(squelching)
(rattling)
(squelching)
(creature shrieks)
(screams)
Steve!
(creatures shriek)
(gun fires)
(creature shrieks)
(creature shrieks)
(wails and grunts)
No more, no more, no more!
No, no, no!
No!
(sobs)
- Well, I guarantee you,
I'm gonna think twice
before I ever answer
another distress signal.
- Consider yourself
lucky, Commander.
You came out in one piece.
(peaceful music)
- How are you doin'?
- Good.
- Another 14 days and I'll have
you back to base operations.
- I don't wanna go
to base operations.
Let's go home.
- This is my home.
(peaceful music)
(dramatic music)