We should run.
Go!
- What are you doing? - We can't leave him.
Bower, do you copy?
You out there?
Flight team 4.
What are you doing?
Just checking you.
For what?
Make sure you're okay. You passed out.
You were hysterical.
- Who the hell are you? - I'm Payton.
- Lieutenant Payton. - You're a lieutenant?
You're team 4.
You're supposed to be my predecessor.
You said you came from the bridge.
- Yeah, so? - So where the hell are we?
- I can't get any navigation in here. - I don't know.
Well, what did you see? How did this whole thing get screwed up?
Listen, I am not a navigator.
- The stars all look alike. - Take it easy, all right?
Just want to make sure you're okay.
- I'm fine. - Is that your blood, Corporal?
Some of it is, sir.
Who else's blood is it?
There was something wrong with them.
Something wrong with who?
Your crew?
It was pandorum.
I had to defend myself.
I did.
Pandorum? Both of 'em?
You don't believe me, do you?
If you would have seen them...
you would have done the same thing, sir.
I thought you knew where we were going.
I was trying to save our asses.
Whoa whoa, easy, okay?
No weapons. No weapons.
Excuse me. Just please, come.
Come in. Okay.
Please, make yourselves at home.
You live here?
- Who said that? What? - You live here?
I know it's not much to look at.
But...
they can't get in here
unless I want them to.
Why would you want them to?
I had no idea there was any crew left.
Have you met any other flyers?
No.
Not in a long long time.
Why don't you come on down so we can meet properly?
You think I survived this long trusting strangers?
Wait.
I have a question for you. Where you got to be?
Reactor bay. Know how to get there?
Yeah, I do.
Why would you want to go to the reactor?
Oh, I get it. I get it.
You just woke up, huh? You hungry?
'Cause I can cook.
I really got a treat for you guys.
but I must admit it's really difficult to season
when you're only using a motor oil base.
But if we use our imagination,
we got something here.
It kinda tastes like...
herb and butter dogshit.
How long have you been awake?
Let me see... what's today?
Tuesday, so I have no idea.
Ah, well, let's eat, shall we?
It's kosher.
I'm a cook, you know. Says so right here on my tattoo.
Is that safe?
Compared to what?
Those things out there,
could it have been something
that crawled out of your tank or lab or something?
No, that's not possible.
Then it's some kind of life form that got onboard.
Or something.
Or something that was already onboard
with us in the hyperbunks.
What do you mean?
I believe it's the accelerator.
The synthetic enzyme in our feeding tubes
that would help our bodies adjust and adapt
to the environmental conditions on Tanis.
From what I've seen,
these things have adapted to the ship instead.
So you're saying that they're passengers who have mutated?
That stuff in our blood is supposed to jump-start evolution.
Well, why would they be affected and we're not?
Maybe they've been awake much longer than we think.
- Longer than him. - Huh.
- You don't know what happened to us? - You do?
Oh, I've been around for a while.
I know what I've seen.
What do you think you're doing?
What is that?
It's just a sedative to help you relax.
Then you take it and relax.
Take it down a notch. We're on the same team here.
Do you know the symptoms of pandorum?
- What? - Orbital dysfunctional syndrome.
- Pandorum. - I've seen it before.
Ever witness the symptoms firsthand?
It's not something you can easily detect.
It starts with a shiver, an itch,
a slow boil...
the biological side effects of flying deep space
feeding into paranoia.
And the paranoid brain feeding the side effects.
A downward spiral. A descent into madness.
There is no shutting off the heat no matter what you do.
It'll boil over.
You don't believe me.
I didn't say that.
How could they both have had it? The odds are insurmountable.
I wasn't about to question your actions.
We all know pandorum is greatly affected
by any substantial psychological trauma.
- It has an emotional trigger effect. - That's what they say.
How do you think you would react if you knew the truth?
The truth about what?
Boom. Oh, how the whole world cheered
to the thunder of earth's mightiest creation...
Elysium.
One small spark
to ignite the heavens for the heroes
to venture farther and farther
than any of mankind's machines.
And we slept. We slept a slumber so deep
that no one had dared before
as three little Indians were left to mind the store.
We were only into our second term.
All flight systems nominal.
I picked up symptoms with my CO and 2nd lieutenant.
Mild symptoms. Nothing I thought would become a problem.
- Until we got the transmission. - What transmission?
Mother Earth's final call.
All God's creation ending with mere words of encouragement.
What does it say?
You're all that's left of us.
Good luck. God bless.
And Godspeed.
Earth...
is gone?
Poof. Wiped away.
We ran a full sweep of the grid and they were gone.
One day there, the next nothing.
In one day?
It had to be nuclear or an asteroid.
Does it matter?
My fellow crew members didn't take the news too well.
I wanted to wake the primary crew,
but my 2nd lieutenant was already over the edge.
Three little Indians with the burden to bear.
No more law. Nothing left to care.
Just three little souls whose destiny had become undone
because there was chop chop chop chop...
then there was only one.
One little Indian left.
They were my commanding officers,
men who had guided me through FT.
But it wasn't them anymore. They were gone.
- I had no choice! - Corporal Gallo!
One little Indian left, alone with all his doom.
He refuses to go to bed, so what does he do?
He decides to stay up and play in his room.
What nasty little games he would play
with his slumbering prey.
He was slayer, he was master.
He was both God and the devil.
See, that's what some would say. He would grow to manhood,
a self-proclaimed king.
Master of his own vessel. Home to his own sin.
He just cast out all who had behaved.
Just exiled to the cargo hold
to fend amongst themselves...
and scavenge, feeding off their own.
Evil grew.
The king no longer wanted to play.
So he returned to his bed of slumber.
And while the king slept,
a whole new world of evil grew
as we wept.
It starts with a shiver, an itch.
We all know pandorum is greatly affected
by any substantial psychological trauma.
It has an emotional trigger effect.
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What are you doing?
He's gonna fucking eat us.
It's not personal, guys.
It's just survival of the fittest.
Or maybe it's the brightest.
You understand what I'm saying?
- You gassed us. - Oh, yes.
And I'm sorry, but I'm a little too old
and too tired for the honorable way of hunting game.
You better make sure I'm dead...
You don't have to do this. We have to save the ship.
Don't sweat it and save me the speeches.
I wouldn't have survived this long if I had a heart.
You know, a strange thing, the survival instinct.
I mean, there's nothing really left to live for.
Don't be fucking stupid. I can save the fucking ship.
Question is, what would be more stupid?
Trusting the ship will hold to see another day
when it's kept me alive for all these years?
Or trusting somebody
who's desperate enough to say anything
just when I'm about to carve a steak out of his girlfriend?
Listen to the ship.
What about the ship?
The power surges...
the reactor is in its final stage.
We have less time than I thought.
The final phase before shutdown,
before we lose everything
and everyone onboard.
If we don't reset it now,
everything is lost.
She has been all moody lately.
Very moody.
Hey, listen.
Hey, I get it.
What? You get what?
You did what you had to do.
You made it. No one's gonna judge you.
You are a survivor.
And right now we...
have to reset the reactor.
How long before the ship dies?
The truth.
I don't know.
Take a fucking guess.
An hour. Less.
- Well? - We're in this together.
I need your radio. We don't have much time.
Payton, do you copy?
Do you copy? Can you hear me?
Payton, do you copy? Can you hear me?
I'm here. Where are you?
Storage tank somewhere below B level.
Midship sector 12, I think.
How the hell did you get all the way to the other side of the ship?
The reactor is shutting down fast.
I need you to access the memory banks from the last power surge
- and run a Kolzer complex test. - Accessing memory banks now.
Running Kolzer complex.
You're not gonna like this.
Test says you have less than 47 minutes
before complete system failure.
- That's not much time. - How do we get you in there?
- I need you to give us a path. - Copy.
Move it.
No. It's a child.
Child? That's no fucking child.
They are breeding.
Little bastard. He went and got daddy.
This is not gonna work. There's too many of them.
We must be close to where they live.
Great. Now we're fucking stuck here.
What's so important on the other side of that door?
The bridge. We can take control of guidance
as soon as we get on the bridge.
How's that going to help? This ship is dying.
We should be focusing on how to save ourselves.
Oh, that's right. The Boy Scout is going to save us.
He can do it.
24 hours ago he didn't know his own name.
Now you think he's ready to reconfigure
a nuclear reactor?
If they don't leave soon,
there's no point in even going.
What are you doing?
These are our families
from flight personnel.
They're all dead.
You think she's here?
No, she's...
she's not here.
How do you know for sure?
'Cause she wouldn't come with me.
She's not on this flight.
She left me.
There was nothing left for me,
so I enlisted.
She's the reason why I left.
Well, then she saved your life.
That's very tragic.
But we've got to move on. I'm sick of this shit.
- For what? - What?
- For what? - Shh.
- They're all gone. - Shh.
- There's nothing left. - Shh! Shut your fucking mouth.
There's nothing left to go back to.
You're wrong.
Hey, we were meant to go on.
And we were meant to survive.
And now it's more important than ever.
We're wasting time.
- I remember. - What?
Clock's ticking.
Payton's wife Marianne.
I remember.
Bower was right about one thing:
Once this thing shuts down we are as good as dead.
What are you muttering about?
I'm saying once it's done we're done.
But we still have a way out of this.
You're suggesting what, Corporal?
We can launch ourselves in the pods
before the ignition systems are completely dead, sir.
That's suicide.
We can buy a few days,
which is better than what we have left here.
The reactor is close.
You can hear it breathe.
Yeah, this is it...
a descent into hell itself.
How long do you think that reactor has been sitting there, huh?
That thing could melt down
when he tries to fire the core.
This ship could be ripped in half.
Stand down, Corporal. We are not abandoning anything
and we are not leaving them behind.
We can't stay on this ship! You know that!
I said stand down, Corporal!
That's an order.
Whoa!
Christ Almighty.
Don't let go.
He's in.
We're gonna get ourselves out of this.
- Trust me. - Trust you?
How can I trust someone who isn't even honest with himself?
We still have time.
- You have to listen to me. - Don't do that.
Don't do what?
Don't talk to me like I'm some child that needs reassurance.
Then calm the fuck down.
I know this ship and I know what she's capable of better than anyone.
I know what she can and can't do. Why are we even arguing?
If you want to stay here to die that is your choice.
- I gave you an order. - Not mine. Not mine!
Corporal.
Who's the one being irrational here, Lieutenant?
Who's the one being delusional?
I'm getting off this ship. The flight is over.
Over!
- Don't shoot yourself into space. - Shut up.
- I'm getting off this ship. - Bower's going to reboot the reactor.
Shut up.
It wasn't the crew that was sick, was it?
- Finish the code. - Look at yourself.
- You're the one with the symptoms. - Finish it!
What are you doing?
It's for your own good.
What the fuck are you doing?
You're not well.
You just need the proper treatment.
Let me out, God damn it!
Open it! That is an order, motherfucker!
It's not your fault.
I will cut you to fucking bits. Open it!
I will carve you up!
Your mind has turned against itself.
You're killing us!
We are all going to die, Corporal.
Holy fuck.
Oh, shit.
They're coming.
Hurry up!
Shit.
Come on, come on, come on.
He did it. Boy Scout did it.
You were right. Now let me out.
I can help.
I'll help you.
What are you doing?
Are you still trying to get on the bridge?
You do not want to go in there, Corporal.
What are you gonna tell them, huh?
- Bower will be coming back here. - Shut up.
They'll know what you did.
Where do you think you're going?
Quiet.
Think about what you're doing, sir.
Shut the fuck up.
They will never let you get away with this.
Shut up!
They're everywhere.
Asshole!
We both know who needs this shot.
- Stay back. - Who's the one suffering here, sir?
I mean it!
What do you want from me?
Your mind has turned against itself.
I'm gonna fucking carve you up.
Who are you?
Ahem. Made it.
Whoo.
I was with your boy.
I helped him get all this started.
I see you're a flyer too.
Ah.
Where's your lieutenant?
He's not my lieutenant.
Where are we?
What's happened to us?
The flight log
will tell us how long we've been out and how far we've gone.
It seems
my mild memory lapse
has finally worn off, Lieutenant.
Who the hell are you?
Gallo, Corporal.
I was younger than you when I first came onboard.
Funny, I can't even remember what life was like before this flight began.
It's all I have.
You're the one who received the final transmission.
You stayed awake. You broke the rotation.
You killed your crew.
How the hell would you know that?
Where are we?
Go ahead, take a peek.
You tell me.
What have you done with us?
You don't get it, kid.
There's no one left to judge.
Where are the stars? Oh my God.
God? You think God survived?
He's dead along with the rest of humanity.
There's no law or order,
no good or evil. Just us.
And you think you're going to be the one to judge me?
You want to take a shot at me?
You know what? I just might.
You are suffering, son.
I can see it in your face. I've been there.
Just imagine just for a minute,
imagine yourself without the chains of your morality.
You'd even surprise yourself.
It's the ultimate freedom.
No.
This isn't freedom.
This is pandorum.
Oh, pandorum. Pandorum isn't what they warned us about.
I know it's frightening at first, terrifying in fact.
Isn't that what you're feeling right now, terrible fear?
Let go and on the other side of it is divine clarity.
Purity. Enlightenment.
Shut up! What's out there?
You are resisting what is.
You have to let go of your petty concept of reality.
That's just baggage from the old world.
And we both know that didn't work out very well now, did it?
They fucked up our planet. Life eats life.
And all that's left is what is.
This ship is a seed
from which we can create a new world.
Shut up! What's out there?!
A new world. A natural state.
- Raw, beautiful... - What do you see?
...perfect. I am offering you the kingdom.
And all that's holding you back
is your own fear.
Still the Boy Scout, hey, kid?
There will always be law
and you will pay for what you've done.
Even if that means I have to pull the sick out of you.
- Bower! - What is it?
We've already crashed.
We've been on Tanis all this time.
All this time.
I guess this thing does land itself.
Doesn't float too well though, does it?
Let go of your fear.
This is where I'll push through.
Shh shh.
They're coming in.
Attaboy.
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They're coming in.
What are you doing?
Why don't you shoot?
Are you crazy?
- Do you see that? - Fuck him.
- We need to get out of here. - Hold on.
Not like this. We can't die like this.
Hold on.
What? No, I can't...
Just breathe.
Hey. Hey.
Just breathe.
It's safe to wake up now.