Riddick (2013) - full transcript

(SQUAWKING)

RIDDICK:
Don't know how many times.

I've been crossed off the
list and left for dead.

Guess when it first happens
the day you were born,

you're gonna lose count.

(SHRIEKING)

So this,

this ain't nothing new.

(CHOKING)

(SQUAWKING)

(SQUAWKING)



(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(SNIFFS)

(JACKALS HOWLING IN DISTANCE)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(JACKALS GROWLING IN DISTANCE)

(PANTING)

(JACKALS GROWLING)

(JACKALS SNARLING)

(SNIFFS)

(HEARTBEAT SLOWING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)



(GROWLING SOFTLY)

(SNARLING)

(SNARLING LOUDLY)

(GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERS)

(SNARLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

(SQUELCHING)

(GROANING IN PAIN)

(PANTING)

(JACKALS BARKING)

(GROWLING)

(SNIFFING)

(GROWLING)

(HISSING)

(SHRIEKING)
(SNARLING)

(SQUAWKING)

(HISSING)

(ROARING)

(GRUNTING)

(SNARLING)

(ROARS)

RIDDICK:
There are bad days,

and then there are
legendary bad days.

Whole damn planet
wanted a piece of me.

Can't stay in the open.

Can't risk another attack.

It's always the punch you don't
see coming that puts you down.

But why didn't I see it?

(GRUNTS)
But why didn't I see it?

Of course they were
gonna try to kill me.

Death is what they
do for a living.

(STONE SHIFTING)

So the question ain't
"What happened?".

The question is.

"What happened to me?"

(WOMAN MOANS)

You are the Lord Marshal now.

How did they get so close?

How did I let them
blindside me like that?

CROWD: Threshold!
Take us to the threshold!

RIDDICK:
Necromongers.

Some wanted to put a
crown on my head.

Some wanted to put a
noose around my neck.

Okay, more nooses than crowns.

I needed a way out.

Some new place.

Or maybe just an old one.

But how do you find something
you've never seen?

Please, come back to bed.

Sometimes I think you never
sleep, Lord Marshal.

How can I sleep when
I have so many...

Distractions?

So what is the best
way to a man's heart?

Between the fourth
and fifth rib.

That's where I usually go.

I'll put a twist at the
end if I wanna make sure.

They'll never let you stand at the threshold
of Underverse without embracing the faith.

That's why they come after
you, these assassins.

They think of you
as something wrong.

Cursed. Illegitimate.

What are you gonna do when
you're born that way?

(RUSTLING)
(GASPS)

Did you hear?

Do you think the guards
are still there?

Lord Marshal!

Something like that?

I said between the
fourth and fifth.

Fifth and sixth? Body cavity.

(GASPS)

(THUDS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Making more friends, I see.

But who put her up to it?

Which commander?

It could be any of many.

Don't doubt it for a second,

Commander Vaako.

Lord Marshal.

They say you lost
your nerve, Vaako,

after that big
swing and a miss.

Is that what they say?

Now what are you gonna do
to get that cred back?

What's the big play?

Something splashy.

Actually,

I had in mind
something different.

I've been thinking about
an early campaign.

My very first.
I was but a boy.

We dropped from the sky and
did what Necromongers do.

Destruction was breathtaking.

But then we met resistance.

Ferocious like a
storm of lions.

Each one of them killed
over a hundred Necro

before their weapons failed.

And then they killed
another 30 more.

Barehanded.

Our firepower and
strength in numbers

eventually won us the day.

I can still see him, the last
of those magnificent warriors,

standing on a pile of his own.

And he looked at me.

And I will never
forget those eyes.

His eyes were just like yours.

The planet was Furya.

I know what it's called.

You just don't
know where it is.

I need charts. I need maps.

- Impossible.
- I need a direction.

Purged from all records,
as you well know.

But you remember where.

So many worlds...

The only map left in existence

is the one that's in
my head, Riddick.

So what do you want?

The crown?

Transcendence.

Krone.

Break off a ship.

Riddick's going home.

RIDDICK:
Transcendence.

I guess that was Necro speak for "Get the
fuck off our ship and make it forever."

Fine by me.

You can't blame him
for dangling Furya.

Home has a certain equity.

But I do blame him
for what came next.

It's along way to come.

For this.

RIDDICK: This guy with the
fucked-up face, Krone,

he was supposed to
be our ride home.

But instead of Furya, we
wind up someplace called...

(SNIFFS)

Not Furya.

Yet again, someone was
trying to play me.

So yet again,

we play for blood.

(SOLDIERS GROANING)

(RIDDICK GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GROUND RUMBLING)

You keep what you
kill, Riddick!

You keep what you kill!

RIDDICK: Somewhere along
the way, I lost a step.

I got sloppy.

Dulled my own edge.

Maybe I went and did the
worst crime of all...

I got civilized.

So now we zero the clock.

Just me and this
no-name world.

Gotta find that
animal side again.

(WHIMPERING)

(PUP DRINKING)

(SQUEAKS)

Before long, I realized there was
a whole other world over there,

of water, grass and life.

Just had one thing in my way.

(HISSING)

(SQUEAKING)

(GROWLS)

(SNARLS)
Hey.

(WHIMPERING)

(SNUFFLING)

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

(RETCHING)

(PUP WHIMPERING)

(BARKING)

(PUP WHIMPERING)

(BARKS)

(SNARLING)

(HISSING)

(GRUNTING)

Come on, show me some teeth.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREECHES)
(YELLS)

(SNARLING)

(SCREECHES)

(PUP BARKING)

Escape artist, huh?

(HISSING)

(YELLS)

(SCREECHES)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(SCREECHING)

(BARKING)

(ROARS)

(ROARING)

(PUP BARKS)

(SNUFFLING)

(BARKS)

(GROWLING)

(BARKS)

(SNUFFLING)

(BARKS)

(GRUMBLING)

What you got over there?

(SNAPS FINGERS)

(GRUMBLING)

(BARKING AND SNARLING)

Thought we shared everything.

(GRUMBLING)

(BARKING AND SNARLING)

(GROWLING)

(WHIMPERING)

(YELPS)

Drop it.

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

Stay.

Bounty hunters.

Wait.

Wait...

Steady...

Okay, now.
(SNARLS)

Sounds good.

Mmm...

(SNIFFS)

Mmm!

All yours.

(SNIFFING)

(SNORTS)

It says "dog food" on it.

If you could read.

(GRUMBLES)

Come on.

(SIGHS)

All right. Bring
me my reserve.

Where's yours?

(SNARLS)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROWLS)

(GRUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Rain.
(GRUMBLING)

It's a good thing.

Just because you've never seen it
before doesn't mean it's a bad thing.

Hey, easy.

Looks like our
time is up here.

(WHIRRING)

(PANTING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

Nothing.

Look again, Diaz.

Somebody should teach this
Riddick asshole how to count.

"Leave one ship"? Like we've got
a fucking spare laying around.

Let's crank it up.

(WHIRRING)

Good morning, Cyclops.

(SHIP POWERING DOWN)

Hey, Luna.

Yeah.

Wake her up, kick
her out of bed.

What do you mean?

We're running heavy.

She's a prisoner. Wasn't she
gonna pay our way back?

We're going big now.

Okay? Cut that 60 kilos loose.

(HISSING)

(WHIRRS)

(WHIRRS)

Get away! Get away from me!

Stop, just stop!

What do you want now?

I'm gonna take off the
restraints. Okay?

I don't want them off.

No, it's not like that.

Nobody is gonna touch you now.

Santana's head is
into other stuff now.

Your lucky day.
(WHIRRS)

(GROANS)

(WHIRRS)

Get the fuck away from me.

Okay.

What planet is this?
Where are we?

It's got air and water. That's
all you've got to know.

- But how am I supposed to survive...
- Just go.

Before he changes his mind.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)

I was getting attached to her.

Now where is my box at?

(GASPING)

The name is Santana!

Shot-caller for this
crew right here!

I am the guy who knows all,

sees all, beats all...

Spitting it kind of
strong, ain't he?

Got to bait the trap.

I've come all this way to
collect your head in a box!

Right here!

So have yourself
a fine day now,

Mr. Richard B. Riddick!

I suspect

it will be one of
your very last!

Yeah, well, you don't need to agitate
Riddick any more than, you know.

Any more than bringing his
head back in a box would?

(GASPING)

(GASPING STOPS)

(SPACESHIP APPROACHING)

Shit. Here comes
the neighborhood.

Small world.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

Unidentified vessel, this is
Clan Vagos out of Ursa Five.

Be advised that we are
on the ground now

and have responded to
an emergency signal.

No distress found,
no need to land.

I repeat, there is no reason for you
to land at this location at this time.

Is that clear?

No reason for you to land at
this location at this time.

What the fuck did I just say?

It was a long haul. We
could take on some water.

Wouldn't mind a little
true-gravity time either.

Like I was saying,
I've got this.

You knew who that was, right?
On the emergency beacon?

Wouldn't be here if I didn't.

The concept of back-up still
has no appeal to you?

My besties here can
ball with anyone.

No disrespect for
your crew, of course,

who look strong, too, in
those matchy-matchy outfits.

(SANTANA'S CREW CHUCKLES)

Shit. Didn't know there
was a dress code.

Yeah, right?

BOSS: Well, it's not my intention
to jump another man's claim.

If you don't mind, maybe
we'll just pull up a chair

and spectate for a while.

What if I do?

Well, this is a co-op station,
pal. It's open to all Mercs.

- By the way, my name is...
- "Too late."

That's your name. "Too Late."

And I don't need you stepping all
over my dick here, my friend.

Well, I'll tell you what.

I won't lift a finger to help until
you come ask me for it. How's that?

(MAP BEEPING)

I was scoping
this out earlier.

It's a cave system.
Five clicks South.

Might be worth a look.

Hey, Too Late.

Need to pull a node
from your ship

and store it right here
next to mine. Okay?

Really? Why is that?

Riddick triggered the beacon
to get off-world, right?

Basically, he was
calling a taxi.

And...

And a ship would make
a sweet trap, right?

Confined space, metal
walls, jail cell.

Is cool, huh?

Is it true half the
people you meet

are below average
intelligence?

Got to make sure the ship stays
grounded when he comes for them, okay?

(CLAPS HANDS)
Come on.

Dahl, pull a node
from the ship.

(SHIP POWERS DOWN)

I'll do it...

Ooh!

Ooh...

(CHUCKLES)

(CLICKING AND BEEPING)

SANTANA:
Any time now, Riddick.

I'm telling you, this
is total overkill.

What? Eleven of
us out here now?

Should have been a
four-man op, tops.

You are jinxing our janx, man.
And that ain't cool.

Hey, I don't give a shit
what they say. He's one guy.

Whatever you say, man.

He's one guy.

MOSS:
Man...

So I guess that's what passes for
a fucking moon on this planet.

It's gonna be a dark night.

Advantage, him.

Maybe he's gonna wear you down first.
Force you to go without sleep.

Can't you see I'm busy?

I'm just sharing my thoughts.

Well, now that you have,

can I politely invite you to

step off my fucking porch?

I'll start rotating down.

You let me know, huh?

As soon as I have his head in
a box, I will let you know.

(BEEPING)

Grid 29D. Stand by, stand by.

(DIAZ ON RADIO)
What you got, cuz?

Aha, some dingo-dongo thing.

(SIGHS)

Yeah. I see it now.

You want me to pop it?

Knock it down. One
shot suppressed.

Nice work, Diaz. Encouraging.

Had something in my eye.

SANTANA: It's called a scope.
(SNICKERS)

Try next time.

BOSS:
You got this, right?

Will you get off my
freaking frequency!

(SNIFFING)

(BEEPING)

What the fuck is
going on here?

(POWERS DOWN)

VARGAS:
Thank fucking God!

Fuck off!

Rubio, coming your way now.
Gotta swap out a bad sensor.

What was here versus
what was found.

How does it square?

Pretty good. I mean,
the morphine's gone,

but that's always the
first thing to go.

That was a bit weird, though.

"A predator restraint with
42-inch offset jaws."

Six listed, zero found.

That is an odd thing
to go for a walk.

Yeah, but, Boss, you know how shit
goes missing from these stations.

One bad year and guys are
ripping shit off for salvage.

Hey, Santana?

You did sweep the area
before I got here, right?

Sweep for what?

BOSS: I just want to make sure
no one has set any traps for us.

5Q.

Understand what I'm saying?

Traps? What kind of traps?

The kind with jaws.

(METAL CLANKS)

Don't touch that
fucking thing!

What?

Up-armor.

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMS)

Shit!

Ready. Ready.

(SCREAMING) Stay put,
stay put, stay put, stay put!

Oopah!

NUNEZ: Who the hell was
that screaming and why?

Nunez, break out
the sweep gear.

And figure out how many
of these big-ass traps

we got out here, okay?

I'm thinking maybe the
whole upper left quad

is some kind of
fucking mine field.

You got to do that
now, okay, Nunez?

Copy that, Nunez?

Nunez?

This is bad. This is very bad.

FALCO:
Nunez? Nunez?

Shut the fuck up, puto!

His radio just crapped out.
Someone get eyes on him.

Make sure he's right where he
should be, 13-H. Go, go, go!

Right here.

13-H. He's supposed to
be right fucking...

So this was overkill, huh?
Eleven of us, too many. Yeah.

You know all about
Riddick, right?

Well, maybe you need to
take that shit back!

Take the jinx off our janx.
You understand me?

That's what you
need to do, Falco.

You need to unjinxelate
our fucking janx!

Don't mess with me now.

Hey. Hey, what is it?
What is it?

- Get back!
- It's me, it's me.

He's got Falco!

Jock up, but you're
staying home.

No one's going out
there until I say so.

VARGAS: Man down,
he's got Falco.

MAN:
Compromise, compromise.

BOSS: How the fuck
did he do that?

VARGAS: Never ever saw him, man.
He was right here and I never...

BOSS: What about the ship?
Is he on it?

VARGAS: He's not coming for the
ships, he's coming for fucking us!

Just fucking shoot! Shoot!

(AIR HISSING)

One night, three dead.

Not sure I'm
loving this trend.

Two dead, one missing.

Exactly. Three dead.

Well, look at it
this way, boys.

We might all fit
on one ship now.

SANTANA:
Diaz!

Get those other
traps back there.

Luna, say something
Bible-like over these bodies.

Okay, maybe,

we zero this out.

What is your tag anyway?

So now you wanna know my name.

Well, I'm not sure
I'm gonna say.

Because everyone you know by
name, Santana, winds up dead.

You gonna clean this shit up?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)

(SANTANA CONTINUES GROANING)

- MAN: Excuse me.
- Wow.

Watch out for
surprise attacks.

SANTANA:
Maybe...

Maybe it's time to start
merging assets, right?

(CHUCKLES WEAKLY)

So this is you
asking for my help?

This is me saying that I may
need some of your gear.

If some of your guys happen to
come attached to that gear,

I will understand that's
the way it's gotta be.

So you're asking for
my gear's help?

More like that.

Moss...

The gear's saying,
"Nah." Bitch.

There's your answer.

What the fuck do
you want, man?

You know what? I'm gonna
fold you in, Santana.

But I give orders to Dahl. And
Delhi's gonna give orders to you.

And that's the chain of command
from this point forward.

Why am I not loving
this plan so far?

Oh, I know, I know.
You know why?

Because it sucks
ass and swallows!

I'm not taking orders
from your pet whore

who thinks I won't smack
her right back...

(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)

I don't fuck guys.

Occasionally I fuck 'em
up if they need it.

Here's what's gonna happen, Santana.
You're gonna take a back seat.

We'll track Riddick
down, I promise.

But I want him alive.

You give me a day, and after
that he's yours to kill.

You're giving me the bounty?

You pay my crew, fuel costs, the
rest is yours. That's the deal.

What is Riddick for you?
Not just some convict.

What do you want?
Why are you here?

Who are you?

My name is Johns.

Lock down those ships,
get those hogs on deck.

I will ride with
Moss and Lockspur.

I want a non-lethal load-out, L.O.D.'s
and phosphor frags to start with.

This is a man that hunts by night.
We'll take it to him by day.

Diaz! Vargas! Show me the
spot of the last kill.

LOCKSPUR:
Some kind of canine.

Hey, Diaz, I got a dog here.

Is it the same dingo-dongo
thing from last night?

Nah, I'm pretty sure
we killed that one.

Could be the same one.

The same.

Dahl, get your sniper rifle
and barium rounds now.

JOHNS:
1,500 meters.

(BARKING)

(SNARLING)

(GROWLING)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

Could be just the first hole it found.
(BEEPING)

A stressed animal is gonna
run to ground it knows.

Besides, I'm getting
human pheromones.

Riddick!

Dial down, dial
down, dial down!

JOHNS:
Santana's guy.

MOSS:
Falco.

LOCKSPUR: Shit. Did we
just kill a hostage?

JOHNS: I've been hunting
Riddick for 10 years.

The concept of a hostage
has no appeal to him.

Falco was already dead.

This is just some fucking
sideshow to buy more time.

(JACKAL SNARLING)
JOHNS: Whoa! Fuck...

Shit.

(PANTING)

Just dropped some
mud right there.

So if Riddick isn't here...

Dahl? Dahl, do you copy?
Does anyone copy?

Dahl, you there?

MAN:
Boom.

(MAKES KISSING NOISE)

Were you just perving
out on me somehow?

May all your dreams
come true, baby.

You've got two minutes. I want
you out on fucking watch.

Luna!

Don't watch me. Watch my back.
That's what you're here for.

Take two steps forward. Two.

(WHIRRING)

Remember, he could
be anywhere.

(ON RADIO) This is Johns to
any-goddamn-body at the station.

I want you to keep an eye on that
locker. Keep an eye on the node.

Riddick may have
made an end run.

My ETA is seven minutes.
But watch your back.

All right, you little bitch.

(COCKS GUN)

Your two minutes are up. You
gonna do what I tell you to do?

Rumor is Riddick might
be in the vicinity.

Thought I should just
check on the locker.

Get outside, get on your optics,
and get after this fucker!

You're not gonna
find him here.

(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

Actually, Dahl, I think we
have something in common.

I don't fuck guys either.

(YELLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(DEVICES BUZZING)

You need to see this.

He wrote that?

He took out our deep space
communications. All of it.

And whose blood is that?
There... Here...

Over there...

I had to kick his ass again.
Sorry.

Not really.

(CHUCKLES)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Fuck it.

Let's take a look at this.

(BEEPING AND CLICKING)

Stop.

That key leave your neck?

Never.

Well, the only reason
to write "fair trade"

is if he got into that locker
and he took something out.

Something that we need,
like a power node,

which he could then swap
for something he needs.

All that? Wow.

Highly unlikely.

Let me join the fucking
dots for you, Santana.

Here's what I'm saying.
If he did get in there somehow,

he was in a position to relock
it and change the code.

Could be entering the
wrong shit, Santana.

So,

do you think sometime
during the last few hours

he got this off my neck
without me noticing,

did whatever he did, put
the fucking key back

on my fucking neck without
me fucking noticing?

Is that what you're saying?

Where did you get that theory
from? A unicorn's ass?

There's a reason
he is who he is.

He's a convict.
Not some Zulu warlock.

You know what you know.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

This is crazy.

This is fucking crazy. The
first three clicks were good.

It did not go off.

You can get three clicks
in Russian roulette.

Doesn't mean you get
four, motherfucker.

DAHL:
You know what, Santana?

For once I actually agree with
you. I think you're good.

Shut up.

You. Do you think we're good?

Yeah.

I think you're good, cuz.

You're fucking good.
Just Butch up.

Sounds like your
department, lesbo.

I'm not opening that thing.

Oh, yes, you fucking are!

I'm so fucking not!

Hey, hey, hey! Use
your fucking brains!

We are not gonna do
Riddick's work for him!

Put your weapons down.

And have a look at that.

He was here.

Right fucking there.

Santana, put your
fucking sword away.

Don't fucking open it, then.

Well, the problem with that,
Santana, we never open that locker,

and we never leave.

(LUNA WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

The strength of my life of
Whom shall I be afraid.

Four.

Try five.

Five.

And...

(BANGS)

Oops.

Wish I'd have thought of that.

(YELLING)

Six!

(LOCKER OPENS)

Six.

Huh.

Six.

You are a shit storm trooper,
Santana. I'll give you that.

MOSS:
You beat the devil this time.

DAHL: Didn't actually
think he was gonna do it.

This is a sign.

Ah, sweet.
(CHUCKLES)

I believe this is a sign.

It may be that the good Lord
wants us to take these nodes

and flee this planet
just as soon as we can.

(METAL CLINKS)

That's my good luck charm.

DAHL:
Wrong business, kid.

MOSS: You know, I was kind of
hoping the bomb would go off.

So we sealed up his cave with some
phosphor frags here, so he can't go back.

And just like an animal, he's
gonna head to known ground.

But we're gonna find he's got
three or four lairs out there.

So we'll radius out
from this point, here.

Now radio comms... I saw three
repeaters listed in inventory.

Find them. Set them up
at regular intervals.

I never want to be out of
touch like that again.

(JOHNS CONTINUES
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Are you scared of me?

(PANTING)

Yeah.

Are they scared of me?

Yes, they're scared of you.

Maybe you're all scared
of the wrong thing.

Lockspur, I want you to lock
down those hogs, all right?

I don't want this guy any more
mobile than he already is.

Now, Dahl, I spotted a
nice little nest for you.

Right here and in
these low hills.

Moss?

I just saw him.

Say again?

I just saw him.

Dahl, I want you to
sit on this ship!

Diaz, make sure your
ship is locked down!

The rest of you get on
the fucking perimeter

and keep your eyes
on each other!

Santana! He got the
fucking nodes!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GROWLING)

(GRUMBLING)

(GROWLING)

I know. It's coming.

So then we just combine nodes.

Pull one from that ship, put
it in this ship, you know?

Amps is amps, right?

It's not about amps. It's about
What each ship is rated to handle.

You miss by even a few milli-joules,
you fry every chip you've got.

DAHL: Okay, so figure out the
difference, and just do it.

Jailbreak the fucking thing.

I could give you
a crash course

on thermodynamic equilibrium
and energy exchange right now,

or maybe you just want to take
my goddamn word for it...

JOHNS:
I get it. I get it.

The ships are incompatible. We're not
gonna fly without the nodes back.

Why do I feel like we just
cut off our own nuts here?

Probably because we did.

How about I take one of those jet
hogs, two days' worth of food

and go out and hunt this
fucker down myself?

Bad idea, Diaz.
One-on-one with Riddick?

I might be able to get the
emergency beacon working again.

That's like an ambulance calling
for an ambulance, isn't it?

It's back-up for the
fucking back-up. We can't.

LOCKSPUR: I thought he was
the one stranded here.

DIAZ: Yeah, well, looks
like you thought wrong.

RIDDICK: (ON RADIO)
Long wait for back-up.

In case you were
thinking about

fixing the beacon and
calling for help.

Falco's radio.

Riddick, I don't give a
fuck about the back-up.

Because I've still got
all kinds of gear

that can ruin your
day in a hurry.

So you go find another
fucking cave.

You keep running,
you keep hiding.

Doesn't matter me none.

Because in the end,
I will find you!

RIDDICK:
Look South.

I don't believe it.

The balls on this fucking guy.

Dahl, keep an eye
on things here.

What should I do?

Stay low.

Come on. Come on.

Both of you drop.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

So what's the bounty at?

I don't know. I don't care.
It's not why I'm here.

RIDDICK:
I bet the big jamoke knows.

Yeah. I know exactly
what it is.

What I do know is that it's double
if you're brought back dead.

That's new.

Will it be enough to
pay for your funerals?

What I'm interested in

is a little backwater place
with a system code M-344/G.

I want to know what happened
there 10 years ago.

The father.

Big Daddy Johns.

Yeah, that's right.

And you traveled all
this way just to see me.

I'm flattered.

It's kind of strange
not knowing

what to put down in
the family Bible.

It's kind of strange three guys have
to die just so that you can hear...

No, no, no. You don't get
to put that shit on me.

Those kills are on you.

I have a feeling that's not the
only thing on me right now.

LOCKSPUR: Okay, got barium shells,
stab-shock, explosive tip.

What do you want,
barium or stab-shock?

Horse tranq.

Okay.

SANTANA: I hate to interrupt this
discussion about ancient history,

but maybe I should step in right
here and introduce myself.

- My name is...
- Box Boy.

Say What?

You are the guy who said that he was
gonna put my head in a box. Right?

Well, that was me
spitting noise.

But you do have a box.

Do I have a box?

Thought I saw one.

I mean, of course I've got a box.
Everyone's got a box, man. (CHUCKLES)

Even Diaz has a
fucking huge box.

Good.

We're gonna use it.

Three down, eight left.

Now, normally I'd
just keep going.

Six down... Nine down...

You get where I'm
going with this.

But things are changing here

and nobody wants to be on this
planet 24 hours from now.

So I suggest we make it work.

What do you want, a
gentleman's agreement?

I'll leave one node out
in the open. You take it.

The other node and the
other ship are mine.

Hey, wait, wait.

What are we playing here,
retard bingo? What?

That was on the table
from the start...

Forget the start.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

It's the end you want
to think about now.

See that?

I'll give you till that
rain hits that station.

That's your clock.

"Box Boy"...

(SNARLING)

(YELLING)

Dahl! Do it now! Now!

(SNARLING)

(GROANING)

Again!

He's not going down.

(SNARLING)
(YELLING)

Do it again, Dahl!

Just go down.

(SNARLING)

(JACKAL YELPS)

(GASPING)

(GASPING STOPS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

I got this, Dahl.

JOHNS:
Riddick.

Riddick?

(GRUNTS)

Johns?

We beating men in chains now?

JOHNS: Okay, from the beginning.
For the historical record...

The Hunter Gratzner.

That's the commercial
vessel my son uses

to transport you
back to the slammer.

But that ship sends a distress
call somewhere near M-344/G.

It's a backwater system, with
two suns, one habitable planet.

Does he survive the crash?

Big drama the next few hours.

But whatever happens, no
matter what they tell you,

don't let 'em take
these chains off me.

Them? Who's "them"? Who
are you talking...

Do you know who you're
talking to here?

That was for me?

When the chains come off...

JOHNS:
Jesus Christ.

Box Boy,

you go in the first
five seconds.

Really?

And you plan on killing
me with what, your mouth?

That shiny blade.

I'd love to see you try.

For the historical record,

he made it.

So it's just you and him?

Was, uh,

about the same number you
see here in this room.

So how many made it off?

Three.

But not him?

No.

So between the time of the crash and
the time you leave that planet,

my son dies.

And I can safely assume it's
at your hands. Is that right?

I'm wasting my
fucking time here!

You grant any last wishes?

I was referring to you.

Not that the chains aren't
a hot look, but no.

I'm not gonna straddle you
in front of all these guys.

What if I killed
all of 'em first?

(CHUCKLES)
DAHL: Easy, boy.

There's a lot more tranq
where that came from.

Tell me what you see
outside that window, Dahl.

(SIGHS)

Cyclops unit, two ships,

couple dead guys in plastic.

And you don't see anything else?

Nothing else.

Let me know when you do.

Love those toenails,
by the way.

Yeah?

Predator Pink.

Matches your nipples.

Why are we even listening
to this big fuckstick?

Can we just detach
his head, please?

Here's what's gonna happen.

The next 60 seconds,

you're gonna watch your own
head drop into that box.

Nothing,

nothing is gonna keep you from
that special place in hell.

Maybe in the last minute of your
life, you want to be something more

than a goddamn savage!

Gimme some fucking answers!

Please!

Is there anything you'd like to
add on the subject I just raised?

Time's up.

Time is up.

He's all yours.

(SANTANA CHUCKLES)

Hold him down.

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CYCLOPS BEEPING)

More dingo-dongos maybe.

Lucky.

I know what's coming.

Called to find you.
The serpents...

(BEEPING)

spotlight!

(CREATURES CRYING OUT)

Like I said,

it ain't me you
gotta worry about.

What is it? What's out there?

I don't know.

Fucked up or
something out there.

It ain't right.
It's coming our way.

Whatever they are, they
ain't so hard to kill.

(GROANING)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(CONTINUES GROANING)

(YELLS)

What the fuck?

(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

Fuck!

(CREATURES CRYING OUT)

No more holes, please.

(CREATURES CRYING OUT)

(METAL CLANKING RHYTHMICALLY)

(CHUCKLING MENACINGLY)

(RIDDICK LAUGHING)

Now here's what's
gonna happen.

In 60 seconds you're gonna
take these chains off me.

We're gonna make a play for those
nodes and get off this rock.

But somewhere along the line,
when it gets really bad,

Johns

is gonna fold just
like Little Johns did.

Then when it's all over

and the rest of you are ready
for Dead Animal Pickup,

I'm gonna go balls
deep into Dahl.

But only because
she asked me to.

Sweet-like.

What does he mean,
"When things go bad?"

What? This doesn't
qualify as bad?

What the fuck is happening?
How fucked are we?

Who knows how long
it will rain?

Or just how many of them
are buried out there?

He saw it. He saw it with those eyes
of his and he didn't tell us what.

(METAL CREAKING)

One ship for you, one for me.

I need to know that these
nodes are retrievable.

And I need to know
we have a deal.

We got a deal.

The chains stay on.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Why don't we sit this one out?

Okay. Okay.

Up, up, up...

Good doggie.

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Oh!

Holy shit.

Yeah.

Let's out him loose.

That was five seconds.

I like to be a man of my word...

How about you, Johns?

(CREATURES SNARLING)

For He shall give His angels
charge over me, keep me in

- all His grace as long as I live.
- Shut the noise, Luna.

You know, I think the angels
are here protecting me.

And if they're here,
watching over me,

maybe they'll deliver us all
from this crazy, evil place.

That shit is creeping everybody
out, so shut the fuck up.

You shut the fuck up, Vargas.
Leave the kid alone.

(YELLING)

Where the hell did that... Jesus Christ!
(CREATURE CHITTERING)

No, no, no!

What the fuck is wrong with
you, you crazy bastard?

You could have killed me!

DIAZ:
Got it, didn't I?

(GROANING)

DIAZ:
Vargas, get up.

Vargas, get up.
Come on, let's go.

Vargas, come on, man.
Walk it off.

Let's go. It's
just a little one.

RIDDICK:
Small ones are the worst.

They save the most venom.

(GASPING)

(STOPS GASPING)

And kid,

leave God out of this.

He wants no part of
what happens next.

(SHIP POWERING UP)

JOHNS:
I forgot to mention,

there's no weapons for you.

You think you can ride
one of these things?

I'll ride it like I stole it.

I'll take flank.

If Riddick comes back
here without us,

you go ahead, you kill him
on general principle.

Is that before or after
I'm supposed to fuck him?

(SNARLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(CREATURES SCREECHING)

(PERSON WHISTLES)

You asshole motherfucker!
Just sitting there watching!

Would have covered you, but
you said, "No weapons."

How bad you want
those nodes, Johns?

I don't suppose you took the
time to do this for him, huh?

This may come as a
shock to you, Johns,

but I didn't ghost your son.

He seemed set on
killing himself.

What the fuck does that mean?

Morphine.

Your son liked his morphine.

Liked it twice a day.

Didn't know your
son was a junkie?

Johns was like most Mercs.

They look all
stand-up and do-right

until you out them open and
you find something missing.

In his case, a spine.

I don't have to listen to this
shit! That's not the man I knew.

Then you didn't know your son.

He wanted to kill a kid.

To save his own skin.

I had a problem with that.

You expect me to believe

my son was gonna kill a
child to save his own life?

RIDDICK: Morphine makes the
brain soft. Heart weak.

JOHNS:
I don't fucking buy it!

I just can't believe that
my son's the bad guy

in this fucking demented
fairy tale of yours.

No reason to lie now.

Johns.

Either one of us.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Thanks for starting the killing
spree for me, Riddick.

But I'll take it from here.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)

Jamoke.

So that blade you buried
was meant for me?

Anyone who deserved
it, really.

We've got a problem, Riddick,

because I've got
two nodes here.

We've got one hog.

And I sure as shit am not
riding bitch with you again.

One hog?

You sure about that, Johns?

He pulled the goddamn
turbine pin!

You just figured that out?

Diaz was gonna take the nodes
for himself and ghost me.

He was gonna leave
you out here alone.

So what now?

Now we switch to
our ground game.

Let's see if that lack of
spine runs in the family.

(CREATURES SNARLING)

(ROARS)

(SHRIEKS)

(GRUNTING)

Reload!

(GRUNTS)

Watch your head.

(SHRIEKING)

(COCKS GUN)

Go!

(SHRIEKS)

(GROWLS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(BEEPS)

(CREATURES SNARLING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

(PINGS)

I got inbound.

(GRUNTS)

Take this!

Is it just you?

Just slam this thing in.
See if it's still good. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Boss...

Just see if the fucking thing
works! We need to get outta here.

(GROANING AND PANTING)

(GROANS IN PAIN)

(YELLS)

(GROANING IN PAIN)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(CREATURES SNARLING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREECHING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROWLING)

(YELLS)

(YELLING)

(SNARLING)

(SILENCE)

(SPACESHIP APPROACHING)

Extraction, 30 seconds or less.
Let's go, let's go!

(ROPE ZINGS)

Let me ask you something,

sweet-like...

JOHNS: Lot of good
men died here, Riddick.

Not sure how I'm supposed to
overlook that. Next time.

Yeah. Things would
have been different

if they weren't trying
to put my head in a box.

So where to now, Riddick?

You know what? Fuck that.
Don't tell me. I don't wanna know.

I'll tell you this, Johns.

Sooner or later, we all
have to head home.

Tell Dahl to keep
it warm for me.

And, Johns,

you keep a strong spine.

(MUTTERING)

RIDDICK:
Vaako.

- You are still alive.
- Tell me where.

He's no longer among us.

Tell me, and I'll
kill him first.

You misunderstand.

Vaako is a decent man who
meant to honor his word.

Even with you, strangely.

I don't care about Furya.

I don't care what the pact
was between you and him.

This faith cannot
have a misbeliever

or a kind heart leading it,

and I have done what I have
done to ensure... (GROANING)

(THUDDING)

Too many words.

Never lie to me,
I'll never hurt you.

One word answer.

Is Vaako alive or dead?

Both.

VAAKO:
Transcendence.