Hunter Prey (2010) Movie Script

Sir?

Sir, can you hear me?

He's alive!

Get your ass back here.

Get some cover.

We don't have time to take a nap.

The prisoner escaped before

we recovered.

We think he took a rifle.

He headed off in that...

Rifle.

Lost target! Any signs?

Negative.

Start-up sequence complete.

Clea 19, series Gamma, on-line.

Hello, commander Karza.

Now, Clea, activate system link.

System is linked.

You guys got her on-line?

Check.

Clea, patch me into base.

Transmitting.

Alpha Base, this is Commander

Karza. Do you copy?

Copy, Commander.

This is Alpha Base.

Prometheus is down. I repeat,

Prometheus is down. Inrepairable.

We have three survivors and

in need of immediate extraction.

We're not picking up your

ship's beacon.

Ship's beacon is non-functional.

We are diverting close ships to

your last known coordinates...

ETA in 100 hours.

Upon their arrival you'll need

to...

activate your personal beacon.

Copy that.

What is the status of your cargo?

Cargo has survived and fled

crash site.

Commander, mission parameters

remaining.

Organism must be contained

and delivered.

And Karza, it's imperative

that you bring him in alive.

Is that understood?

Commander, do you copy?

Yeah, roger that.

Karza, out.

End transmission.

Thanks for the help.

What else is new?

Enough.

This mission has been a joke,

from the start.

You think that it's a joke that

we lost our ship and our crew?

Your prisoner brought my men

down, single-handed.

And you couldn't do a damn

thing to stop it.

I don't see anything funny

about that. Do you, soldier?

No, sir.

Good.

Now, Clea, see to the Lieutenant.

Hello, Lt. Centauri 7.

Oh, you are hurt.

Yeah, give me a diagnostic.

There is substantial trauma

to your left shoulder.

A plasma wound. No broken

bones. Heart beat is elevated.

Otherwise you appear to be in

excellent condition.

Clea, skiptrace prisoner.

Activating tracking system.

Patch me up, Clea.

Redirecting cells to repair nerve

and tissue damage.

Increasing endorphins to counter

pain.

Administering strophine to

dumb the area.

Better.

Sensors show the subject is

250 micro-clicks...

south-east from your position and

moving away at a steady rate.

Are you sure it's moving away?

Yes, Commander.

Get on the move, let's head out.

We'll need supplies.

Not much left.

We'll take Logan's pack.

Clea, any idea where we are?

Planet is uncharted.

Log shows you dropped out of

warp...

at an unknown set of coordinates.

Gravity at the nearest planet

did the rest.

Give us the stats.

Atmosphere is thin.

Likely to render you unconscious.

I advise, keeping your helmets

on...

until I finished acclimating

your bodies.

Surface's temperature is 116 degrees.

Nice.

Power cells are at 72 percent...

which can last just about a

hundred hours.

Anything else?

Calculating the position of

the sun.

I estimate the days here are

33 hours of daylight...

with 5 hours of night.

Sound like paradise.

Maybe I'll move here.

I can arrange that.

I'm sure you could, sir.

According to Clea...

we've got less than three days

to get this thing.

Let's move out.

Croyer, give me a torch.

What're you gonna do?

Weld it back together?

He's on the move, again.

Let's go.

On your feet.

This is brutal.

I don't understand how this

thing...

can move so fast in this heat.

Simple.

It wants to live, pure survival

instinct.

What's the rush?

It's got no food, no water.

We can track every move it makes.

Let it die of thirst.

Then there won't be a need to

recover it.

You heard them.

They want it alive.

Why?

It's not your place to question

orders, Lieutenant.

It is, when it's costing me

the lives of my men.

This was a simple transport

mission.

Are you done crying, soldier?

Fuck off.

Lay it up, and move out.

Both of you.

Closing in on subject.

78 clicks and increasing.

There!

See it!

Where is it?

Up on the ridge.

8 o'clock.

Look like we can get up, on

the north side.

Croyer, Grab Karza's rifle.

I'll cover you.

Go!

I see it.

Shoot it.

They want it alive.

I'm in command, now.

Take it down.

Target locked.

Take the shot.

Down.

Hold the position.

It's secure.

I got it!

I said, hold position.

I coming up.

There's nothing here, but his

cloak.

Fall back!

Croyer?

I thought you were dead.

You are not that lucky.

Where is my rifle?

Ask the prisoner.

Night's falling.

That's a good place to set up

camp.

Hard to take the ground.

Only two access points.

I can still catch him.

If you need to rest, stay here

and I'll...

You seem to think I want to

hear...

your opinion, soldier?

I don't.

Kid was too green.

Never should have been in any unit.

Blew our chance.

He wasn't the one who rushed

us into an ambush.

The situation doesn't determine

the outcome, Lieutenant.

Confidence and skill, do.

Unfortunately, your team was in

short abundance of those traits.

Now, make yourself useful...

and set a parameter around

those rocks, over there.

You have your orders.

34 degrees and dropping.

Private channel opened.

What's the Commander's

condition?

He's suffering from a plasma

wound to his side.

Extreme nerve damage has been...

sustained and his left lung

is impaired.

What meds you got him, on?

500 cc Strophine and 250 cc

of Cryoxin.

I'm surprised he stayed on his

feet, as long as he did.

Reduce his medication.

We have a long way to travel,

tomorrow...

and I am not gonna carry him.

I'm not sure if Commander

Karza...

would agree with your assessment.

Keep the information offline.

He doesn't need to know.

It is not in my programming

to lie, Lieutenant.

You won't be lying...

you just won't be volunteering

any information.

Can you do that?

Of, course.

Thanks.

Odd.

What's that?

Of all the soldiers that I've

been assigned to...

you are the only one that has

ever thanked me.

Do you mind it?

No.

I quite prefer it.

It can get tiresome, being

endlessly ordered about.

We have that in common, then.

Your words conflict with the

military directive, Centauri.

So I've been told.

According to your record...

some of your previous

insubordinations...

border dangerously close to treason.

And?

It bodes a question, for, why you

have chosen to be a soldier?

Yes it does, doesn't it?

Atmospheric conditioning will

be complete, in T-minus 10 seconds.

I advise you to keep your eyes

on our objective...

instead of me, Lieutenant.

Atmospheric adaptation is

complete.

It is now safe to remove your

helmets.

Why isn't the prisoner affected

by the thin air?

He doesn't have a life suit.

They can adapt to almost any

conditions.

All this was in the file.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

Permission? It has never stopped

you before.

Go ahead.

What's this mission really

about?

Why is this thing so important?

Does it matter?

Yes, it does.

Why?

I lost my ship and my crew.

I would like to know why.

You're a soldier.

We both are.

We follow orders.

Without questions.

Tell me what you know...

otherwise, I go alone.

Disobeying orders is treason,

soldier.

Punishable by death.

All right. This thing is the

last of it's kind.

We destroyed it's home world...

and somehow it's figured a way

to return the favour.

So, we'll catch the damn thing

and get it back to base...

or, we may not have a world

to go home, too.

Now you know as much as I do.

Does that you make feel better,

soldier?

Or, let's sit down and discuss

some more...

when this thing is gaining ground

on us.

You deliberately kept us in

the dark.

You didn't need to know.

I see.

This mission was a hero maker.

Everything we know was at risk.

Are you deaf, as well as stupid?

What level was this mission?

This discussion is over.

What level was this mission,

sir?

Prio One. Nova Class.

Highest level.

And you was so caught up in

your ego...

you didn't bother to tell us

how dangerous this creature was.

Your men were incompetent.

Don't blame me for your mistakes.

You jeopardized this mission.

You got my men killed.

I am your superior officer...

and you will speak to me

as such.

Why?

You don't deserve it.

Come on. Let's see how much

fight you got in you.

You're not worth it.

Clea?

What's the prisoners position?

I have no visual.

Clea?

Come on.

Come on, baby.

Don't leave me out here alone,

now.

Start-up sequence complete.

Clea 19 series Gamma, on-line.

Hello, Centauri 7.

Clea.

I thought I lost you, there.

You can't get rid of me...

that easily, Centauri.

I've suffered some damage, but

seem to be functioning properly.

I'm an early model, and quite

durable.

That's why I keep you around,

babe.

I thought it was my charming

personality.

Clea. What's the prisoner's

current location?

78 clicks and increasing.

Look likes it's just you and

me again.

I'm sorry about Commander Karza...

but if I must say, I'm pleased...

that it was you who survived.

Well, that makes two of us.

Skiptrace prisoner.

200 micro-clicks on your current

location.

Continuing in south-eastern

direction.

On the move again.

I hope you rot in the bellies

of Twelve Gods, sir.

Prisoner has stopped moving.

It's been moving at a steady

pace, for hours.

Hopefully the damn thing's

collapsed.

Without the water source it could

be succumbing to dehydration.

Exactly.

Still...

I'm going in.

Report me any movement.

Of course.

Be careful, Centauri.

Can you give me a tracer signal?

Got it.

Clear my grid.

What is it, Centauri?

It's the tracking device.

Torn out of it's own throat.

Very clever.

It coudn't have gone far.

You can't hide forever!

Do you hear me?

I bringing you in.

Dead, or alive.

Centauri?

Are you all right?

Centauri 7?

Please answer.

Clea?

It's been toying with me?

How long have I been out?

Clea?

The head.

I had to kick the head...

Hold on to that.

Hello?

Unknown user, please identify.

Repeat, identify.

Identify.

Orin Jericho.

Unauthorized user.

Terminating access.

Private channel, opened.

Clea?

Where are you?

I'm not sure.

I'm in the possession of an

unauthorized user.

Can you give me a signal of

the location?

Of course.

Got it.

He tried to access me...

but I terminated the communication.

It spoke to you?

Yes.

And it understood you.

Yes.

The damn thing is smarter

than I thought.

Keep that signal going.

Still on the private channel.

I'm on my way.

Clea?

She won't be helping you anymore.

We can't get off this planet

without her.

How do I use her?

You can't.

And if you harm her...

you'll be stuck on this floating

rock, as well.

You've got nowhere to go.

Maybe I don't plan on going

anywhere.

If you wanna die...

kill yourself now and save me

the trouble.

What if I want to take you

with me?

Nah.

You'd have done that, already.

You are not as dumb as you look.

What is it you want?

I know you can still hear me.

You like playing games?

Well, here's mine.

I know why they want you

brought in.

And I don't care.

I'm gonna hunt you down, and

I'm gonna kill you.

That's my game.

Give up, Cydonian.

You will never catch me.

You've been out-smarted, and

out-runned.

Go home...

while you've still got a home

to go back, to.

I know something new I hate

about your race.

You don't pack enough water.

Guess it's more of a human

thing.

Always be prepared.

I'm actually surprised you

Cydonians...

have lasted as long as you have...

seeing how incompetent you all are.

Now I know why they put that

inhibitor mask on you.

You talk too much.

They didn't want anyone to know

I can speak your language.

They were right.

It's offensive for a creature

like you to...

speak the language of the stars.

Something we picked up from

the Drax.

Insects, teaching the Apes.

It's repugnant.

The Drax are noble race.

You wouldn't know anything

about that.

Noble?

They're disease of the galaxy.

Filthy creatures.

That's funny.

They say the same thing about

you.

Lying bugs.

I tell you this...

no one's gonna miss you guys

when you're gone.

Your the race that's extinct,

human, not mine.

Not for long.

Is that so?

Yep.

I taking you all to hell.

All right, I'll entertain your

fantasy, human.

Being that you're the last

of your kind...

how do you hope to accomplish

this remarkable feat?

Don't you wanna know why?

I don't care.

Hah.

That's why.

You entered this war on your

own, Earthman...

and lost your home world.

Those are the consequences.

We didn't enter this war.

You attacked us.

You were harbouring Draxian fugitives.

You mean, refugees.

Big difference.

They needed our help.

You chose the wrong side.

No.

It's cost us everything, but

we chose the right side.

Now, it's gonna cost you

everything.

We all die.

That's your solution.

How can you be so naive?

Another faction will rise up

in our place.

An endless cycle.

The only way to break it...

is to take control from those

in power...

to rule in their stead.

You've thought about this?

No.

It's just the way it is.

Maybe you are right.

Human.

You have two options.

You can come with me and

survive...

or you can join the rest of

your race in oblivion.

It's your decision.

I choose option number three.

Which is what?

Clea?

You there?

Centauri 7?

Yeah, it's me.

Has the human been recaptured?

No.

Then how did you retrieve me?

Found you sitting on the

skeleton.

Why he leave you behind?

Odd, that creature is cunning,

dangerously so.

Like, he figured something out.

What the Twelve Hells is he

doing?

I'm missing something.

I wonder...

Wonder what?

Clea?

Centauri, I may know what

the human is doing.

Great, tell me.

It would be better if I didn't.

Why is that?

If you know, it might influence

your actions.

I don't... what?

Do you trust me, Centauri?

With my life.

Then, here's what I need you

to do.

We may have another problem.

What now?

I think my former Commander Karza...

did more damage to my internal

circuits...

than I first thought.

What do you mean?

My battery isn't holding...

the power cells charge very

well.

I'm not going to be able to

conserve enough power...

to activate your beacon, when

the rescue ship arrives.

Shut down the other systems,

draining power.

I have, but two main sources left

for my system's memory...

and your medical unit.

I'm afraid you'll have to shut

me down...

until you need me, Centauri.

That's not happening.

Cut my meds.

I don't think that's a good

idea.

Cut them.

Meds unit shutting down.

Your pain receptors are spiking...

and your heart rate is increasing.

I'm good.

That should give us enough

power...

provided the ship arrives at

the designated time.

With our luck, I wouldn't count

on it.

I picking up communications

from orbit.

Our pick up?

No, these aren't military channels.

An unknown craft is approaching.

Coming down here?

Yes.

However, my system can't

track it.

Try to reach them.

No response.

They've gone into radio silence.

That can't be good.

Maybe some rendezvous, for

the human.

Maybe he's not the last one.

Or, they could be Draxians.

Great.

Hey!

What?

Money?

Cydonians?

Ha.

They're paying you.

You are bounty hunter.

That is such an ugly word.

Soldier of fortune, more like it.

Shame they want you be alive, ha!

Just as I thought.

Slyak.

What would a Slyak be doing

here?

Bounty hunter.

Alpha Base must have sent him,

as backup.

Idiots...

Alpha Base, or the Slyaks?

Both.

What you going to do?

He's got my weapons, and my

prisoner.

I'm gonna go get them back.

True your kind, build world bomb?

Maybe.

True, or lie?

True.

Deserve it, they do.

Scare them good you do, ha?

You don't like Cydonians?

No one like Cydonians.

Invade every planet, make slaves.

Their way, or no way.

If I kill you, they all die.

No more Cydonians.

Wait. Remember?

I'm money.

You kill me, no money.

Maybe I take you to ship first.

Talk with elders.

Good idea.

Smart.

No! This bigger than money.

I be hero.

No more Cydonians!

No, wait.

You have no business here,

Slyak!

That human is my prisoner.

He's mine.

I don't think so.

Now what?

We wait.

For what?

Extraction.

Ship should be here soon.

What do they call you, human?

What is your name?

Jericho.

Lieutenant Orin Jericho.

Lieutenant?

We are the same rank.

I'm Centauri 7.

Didn't ask.

Not wise to upset me...

considering your position, human.

No wonder your kind didn't

make it.

No common sense.

Oh is that the reason?

I thought it was your genocidal

war that did it.

War is war.

You lost.

As long I'm still alive...

the war ain't over.

You never did answer my question.

How were you going to destroy

my planet?

Are.

What?

You said were.

Past tense.

It's are.

All right. How are you going

to destroy my planet?

We sent a ship towards your

planet.

Filled to capacity with nuclear

payload.

Once it impacts...

your world is blown to dust.

Our long range scanners will

detect it...

far before reaches our atmosphere.

It's cloacked.

You'll never see it coming.

Another trick we picked up

from the Drax.

So, that's why they want you

alive.

They want to get the ship's

coordinates out of you.

They'll try.

But you'll die, first...

That's right.

Well, then there's no reason

to keep you alive.

I could kill you, right now.

You could.

But?

Come on.

Everybody wants to be a hero.

There's that one glimmer of

hope...

that you might be able to save

your world.

I told you, I don't care.

They can go to the Twelve Hells.

I don't believe you.

Centauri, I have an incoming

transmission.

Patch it through.

Commander Karza, this is battle

ship Aurora.

Do you copy?

Copy that, Aurora.

Karza's dead.

This is Lieutenant Centauri 7,

as acting commander.

Copy that, Lieutenant.

We have arrived at the last

known signal point...

from Prometheus, before you

went down.

Awaiting beacon location.

Clea, activate personal beacon.

Signal initiated.

Aurora, do you have it?

Affirmative. It's weak, but we

should be able to home in on it.

We are now enroute.

ETA in 15 minutes.

Roger that.

Centauri 7, out.

When we get back to Cydonia...

they're gonna torture you.

They'll get the information

they want.

You won't last.

The planet won't even be there,

by the time we arrive.

That soon?

And all this?

Just a wild chase to give the

ship the time it needed?

It'll get there long before

we do.

My planet's full of people

that are innocent.

They are not responsible for

the war...

or your planet's destruction.

Our High Council is.

You all follow blindly.

It's no excuse.

It's the law.

What's the Gods have decreed.

Your Gods are telling you to

wipe out entire worlds?

No, we spread our knowledge to

the stars. To surrounding races.

By enslaving and destroying

them?

If they don't accept our way

of life, then yes!

You make me sick.

This from a race that couldn't

even defend themselves...

against each other... let alone,

an invading army.

Only an ignorant species would

war against it's own kind.

Shut up!

You commit mass murder on

a galactic scale...

and you think it's holy crusade.

It is our way!

"Unless someone comes along...

and takes control away from

them."

Your words, not mine.

That will never happen.

I wonder why.

You are right.

I do care about my world.

I have wife and child, there.

I would like to see them again.

Our women don't fight.

They nurture the children.

Our soldiers are up there.

As one warrior to another...

I respectfully ask that you take

this war to those responsible.

You'll just be killing women

and children.

Is that what you want the legacy

of your kind, to be?

Vega sector, gamma quadrant.

Is that...

It's where the ship is.

Call your people. I'll give

them the coordinates.

You better hurry. You don't

have much time.

Clea?

Patch me through to Alpha Base.

Transmitting.

Alpha Base, this is Lieutenant

Centauri 7. Do you copy?

Copy, Lieutenant.

What is your status?

Prisoner is in custody and...

willing to give the coordinates

of the bomb ship.

Lieutenant, we are ready for

the prisoners information.

Please, relay it immediately.

What's the coordinates?

No.

I want to be the one who tells

them.

The coordinates are 22...

Unauthorized user.

Clea, authorize the human.

State your name.

Orin Jericho.

Orin Jericho is now authorized.

The coordinates are 229, 713...

040, bearing 2-6-0.

Vega sector, Gamma quadrant.

It's an M class star-freighter.

We have confirmation.

Craft has been identified.

Sending battle ships to intercept.

We found it.

Well done, Lieutenant.

We no longer have need of the

prisoner.

You may terminate at will.

Roger that.

Centauri 7, out.

They want me to terminate you.

I saved your world.

Your family.

Not really.

I don't have any wife and

children.

Well, that's good. Then you won't

have anything to worry about...

when your planet's blown to bits.

You didn't think I'd give you

the real coordinates, did you?

But, we have confirmation on

the craft.

It's a decoy, you idiot.

Unmanned. There is nothing

but salvage, on that ship.

You can't stop this.

It's already over.

Superior race, huh?

Let me give you some advice,

alien.

Never let your weapon fall

into the hand of your enemy.

I'm gonna let you know a

little secret.

We never launched the bomb ship.

We couldn't.

We had no idea where Cydonia

was.

But now that I'm authorized

to access you database...

she's gonna tell me everything

I need to know.

You think I forced us to crash

down here, by accident?

You wanted the bomb ship?

I led you right to it.

Now, you're gonna learn what

it feels like...

to be the last of your kind.

You want to know the difference

between you and me?

I did have a wife and son

back on the Earth.

Centauri 7, this is the Aurora.

We have just cleared the way...

and entered the atmosphere.

Shuttle craft is on it's way

down. Stand by.

Centauri 7, this is Commander

Chane...

of the Aurora landing party.

We're on the ground.

What is your status?

Centauri 7, are you picking

up my transmission?

Centauri 7, do you copy?

The only one that made it, huh?

You look like hell.

Must have been a rough one.

We'll get you to the infirmary,

right away.

Clea, upload the coordinates

to Cydonia...

to the ship's nav computer.

Clea.

Clea, I command you to respond.

Son of a bitch.

Alpha base.

This is Omicron series 5.

Commander Chane is no longer

responsive.

Start-up sequence complete.

Clea 19 series Gamma, on-line.

Hello, Centauri 7.

Hello, Clea.

It's good to have you back.

I take it by my new casing...

that you followed my instructions.

Well played.

It was you he was after.

Centauri, I have an incoming

transmission from Alpha Base.

Patch it through.

Lieutenant, this is Alpha Base.

What the Twelve Hells is going

on, down there?

If I were you...

I'd be more concerned about

what's going on "up there."

Centauri 7, you are under orders.

What is the status of the human?

Find another grunt to do your

dirty work.

Centauri 7, out.

End of transmission.

Whatever you're planning to do,

Centauri...

I suggest you do it quickly.

It won't be long before the

human traces...

the source of that signal,

back to Cydonia.

He already has.

Isn't that right, earthman?

You didn't shoot.

Why?

Same reason you didn't kill me.

Yeah, what's that?

I'll tell you when I see you.

And just how are we supposed

to get out of here?

Bounty hunter ship has to be

around here, somewhere.

You realize we'll be breaking

twenty-six High Council's laws...

by taking this course of action.

Is that a problem?

Not at all.

Let's get the Twelve Hells off

this rock.

Original by unknown author.

(Bad english, not making sense).

Major rewrite by Punar, 2014.

More corrections by pkz, 2015.

Hope you enjoy!

Improved by JimmyF

(10/2019)

Hunter Prey (2010) - full transcript