Transcribed By SALMAN salman_ymail@yahoo.com
Don't know how many times I've been crossed off the list and left for dead.
I guess when it first happens on the day you were born,
you gonna lose count.
So this...
this ain't nothing new.
RIDDICK
There are bad days.
And then, there are legendary bad days.
This was certainly meant to be one of those.
Whole damn planet wanted a piece of me.
I can't stay in the open.
I can't risk another attack.
It's always the punch you don't see coming, that puts you down.
Oh, why didn't I see it?
Of course someone would try to kill me,
death is what picked him before another.
So the question ain't "What happened?".
The question is...
What happened to me?
You are the Lord Marshal now.
How they get so close?
How did they imply inside me like that?
Necromongers.
Someone would put a crown on my head,
someone to put a noose around my neck.
Oh, please. Come back to bed.
Every Lord Marshal was supposed to take some bed oath.
One that I... never really got around to.
I can say I created a little friction.
Handling more than a few assassins.
I needed away out.
Far new place.
Or maybe just... old one.
Furya.
I know what is 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, Commander Vaako.
So many worlds.
The only map left in existence,
is the one in my head, Riddick.
So, what do you want?
The crown.
Transcendence.
Krone. Breakup a ship.
Riddick is going home.
Vaako.
I can't blame him for dangling Furya.
Home has a certain equity.
But I do blame him, for what came next.
It's a long way to come. For this.
This guy with the fucked up face, Krone.
He was supposed to be our ride home.
And instead of Furya,
we wind up some place called, "Not Furya."
Yet again, someone was trying to play me.
So yet again...
We play for blood.
You keep what you kill, Riddick!
You keep what you kill!
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, let's zero the clock.
Just me and this no-name world.
I gotta find my animal side again.
Before long...
I realized there was a whole another world over there.
With water, grass, and life.
I just had one thing in my way.
Come on, show me some teeth.
Escape artist, huh?
What do you got, old friend?
I thought we shared everything.
Drop it.
Stay here.
EMERGENCY BEACON ACTUATOR.
Bounty hunter.
Wait.
Wait. Steady.
Okay, now.
Sounds good.
Hmmm...
All yours.
It says "Dog Food" on it.
If you could read this.
Come on.
All right, bring me my reserve.
Where's yours?
Rain. It's a good thing.
Just because you've never seen before, it doesn't mean it's a bad thing.
Looks like our time is up here.
EMERGENCY BEACON ACTUATOR.
Scanning...
Emergency beacon activated at mercenary station P7.
One person found alive...
Identified as Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer...
Bounty doubled if returned dead.
Nothing.
Look again, Diaz.
Leave one ship and go, or DIE HERE.
Somebody should teach this Riddick asshole, how to count.
"Leave one ship?"
Like we got a fucking spare laying around?
Let's crank it up.
Good morning, Cyclops.
Hey, Luna?
Yeah.
Wake her up, kick her out of bed.
What do you mean?
We're running heavy.
- She's a prisoner. Wouldn't she gonna be... - We're running big now. Okay?
Cut that 60 kilos loose.
- Get away! Get away from me! - Stop! Stop!
What do you want now?
I'm gonna take off the restraints. Okay?
- I don't want 'em off. - No, it's not like that.
Nobody's gonna touch you now.
Santana's head has enough stuff now.
Your lucky day.
Get away from me!
What planet is this? Where are we?
Sky and water, that's all you gotta know.
- I mean, how am I supposed to survive in there? - Just go...
Before he changes his mind.
I was getting attached to her.
Now, where's my box at?
My name is Santana...
Shot caller for this crew right here.
I'm the guy who knows all,
sees all, beats all.
- Spitting in kinda strong, don't you think? - And maybe just ball your mother while I'm at it right here.
Gotta 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 would be one of your very last.
Yeah, well, who need to agitate Riddick any more than... you know.
Any more than bringing his head back in a box would?
Shit. Here comes the neighborhood.
Small world.
Unidentified vessel, this is "Clan Vagos" out of Ursa 5.
Be advised that we are on the ground now,
and have responded to 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.
It appears, no reason for you to land at this location at this time.
What the fuck did I just say?
Leave one ship and go, or DIE HERE.
It's a long haul, we can take out some water.
Wouldn't mind a little true-gravity time here.
Like I was saying. I got this.
You know 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.
Shit. Didn't know there was a dress code.
Yeah, right.
Well, it wasn't in my intention to jump another man's claim.
But if you don't mind, maybe we'll just pull off a chair and spectate for awhile.
What if I do?
Well, this is a co-op station, and also open to all mercs.
- By the way, my name's... - "Too Late." That's your name.
"Too Late."
And I don't need you stepping all over my dick here, my friend.
Well, I tell you what.
I won't lift a finger to help, until you come and ask me for it. How is that?
I was scoping this everywhere.
It's a cave system, 5 clicks south.
It 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?
Oh, 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. It's cool, huh?
Is it true? Half the people you meet are below average intelligence?
Gotta make sure the ships stays grounded when he comes for them, okay?
Come on.
Dahl. Pull a node from the ship.
I'll do it...
Warning : Explosive detonates outwards.
Anytime now Riddick.
I'm telling you, this is total overkill.
What? Eleven of us out here now?
It should've been a four man hunt, tops.
You're 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.
So I guess that's what passes for a fucking moon on this planet.
It will 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. But you let me know, huh?
As soon as I have his head in a box, I will let you know.
Grid 29D. Stand by, stand by...
Whatcha got, cuzz?
Some dingo-dongo thing.
Yeah. I see it now.
- You want me to pop it? - Knock it down. One shot, suppressed.
Nice work, Diaz. Encouraging.
I got something in my eye.
It's called "a scope." Try it next time.
You got this, right?
Will you get off my freaking frequency?
What the fuck is going on here?
- About fucking time! - Fugoff!
Rubio, coming your way now. Gotta swap out a bad sensor.
What was here versus what was found.
How's it square?
Pretty good, I mean, the morphine's gone, but that's always the first thing to go.
That one look 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, guys are ripping jaw for salvage.
Hey, Santana...
You did sweep the area before I got here, right?
Sweep for what?
I just wanna make sure no one is setting traps for us.
Five-Q.
You understand what I'm saying?
Traps? What kind of traps?
The kind with jaws.
Don't touch that fucking thing!
What?
Up armor.
Shit!
Ready! Ready!
Stay put, stay put, stay put, stay put!
Rubio...
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 kinda fucking minefield.
You gotta do that now, okay, Nunez?
Copy that, Nunez?
Nunez?
This is bad. This is very bad.
Nunez? Nunez?
Shut the fuck up, puto...
His radio just crapped out. Someone get eyes on him.
I show him right where he should be, 13H. Go, go, go!
Right here. 13H, he's supposed to be right fucking...
So this was overkill, huh?
Eleven of us, too many, yeah.
You knew 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!
Aw, don't mess with me now.
Hey, hey. What was with you?
- Get back! - It's me! It's me!
He's got Falco!
Jock up but you stay in home.
No one's going out there, until I say so.
Man down, man down! He got Falco...
How the fuck did he do that?
Never ever saw him, man! He was right here and I never...
What about the ships? Is he...
He's not coming for the ships, he's coming for fucking us!
Just fucking shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
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.
Diaz!
Get those other traps back there.
Luna, say something Bible like over these bodies.
Okay. Maybe we zero this out.
What's 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?
Shut your mouth, fucking bitch.
- Excuse me. - Wow.
Watch out for surprise attacks.
Maybe...
Maybe it's time to start merging assets, right?
So this is your way asking for my help?
This is me saying that I may need some of your gear.
and 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?
Gear say "nah," bitch.
Here'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, Dahl gonna give the orders to you.
Now that's the chain of command from this point forward.
Why I'm not loving this plan so far?
Aw, 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 in the...
I don't fuck guys.
Occasionally, I fuck 'em up if they need it.
Here's what's gonna happen, Santana, you need to 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 wanna 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.
Some kinda canine.
Hey, Diaz, I got a dog here.
Is it the same dingo dongo thing from last night?
No, I'm pretty sure we killed that one.
It could be the same one.
The same.
Dahl, get the sniper rifle and barium rounds, now.
1500 meters.
Could be just the first hole it found.
A stressed animal is gonna run to ground it knows.
Besides... I'm getting human pheromones.
FURYA
Riddick!
Let 'em down! He's down already! Down! Down!
Santana's guy.
- Falco. - Shit, we just killed a hostage.
I've been knowing him already for 10 years.
The concept of a hostage, has no appeal to him.
Falco was already dead.
This is just some fucking side show, to buy more time.
What the fuck, man?
Just drop some mud right there.
So, if Riddick isn't here...
Dahl. Dahl, Do you copy? Does anyone copy?
Dahl, are you there?
Were you just perving out on me, somehow?
May all your dreams come true, baby.
You got two minutes. I want you out on fucking watch.
Luna?
Don't watch me, watch my back. What you're here for?
Take two steps forward. Two.
Remember, he could be anywhere.
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 nodes!
Riddick may have made an end run.
My E.T.A. is 7 minutes. But watch your back!
Thank you for being a bitch.
Your two minutes are up. You gonna do what I tell you to do?
Rumor is Riddick might be in the vicinity.
I 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!
Actually, Dahl, I think we have something in common.
I don't fuck guys either.
You need to see this.
FAIR TRADE.
He wrote that?
He took our deep space communications. All of it.
Then who's blood is that? There? Here? Over there?
I had to kick his ass again. Sorry. Not really.
Fuck that.
Let's take a look into this.
Stop.
That key leave your neck?
Never.
Well, the only reason to write "Fair Trade",
is if he got into that locker and took something out.
Something that we need. Like a power node.
Which he can then swap for something he needs.
All that? Wow. Highly unlikely.
Which one you fucking lost me, 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 fuckin' 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.
If you know what you doing.
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.
Don't mean you get four, mother fucker!
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, cuzz.
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're 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 is that, Santana, if we never open that locker...
we never leave.
O Mother of my salvation, whom shall I fear?
Protecting my life, I shall not be afraid.
- Four! - Continue.
Five!
And...
Oops!
Wish I had thought of that.
Six!
Six.
You are a shitstorm trooper, Santana. I give you that.
- You've beaten Dahl this time. - I couldn't actually think even, he can do that.
This is a sign.
Sweets.
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.
That's my good luck charm.
Wrong business, kid.
Yeah, it was kinda like a bomb.
So we sealed up these caves with some phosphors right here.
So he can't go back.
But just like an animal, he's gonna head to neutral ground.
What we gonna find, he's got three or four grounds out there.
So we radius out from this point, here...
We need radio that counts.
I saw three repeaters listed in the inventory. Find them.
Set 'em up at regular methods.
I need you to warn the others to join our communications.
Are you scared of me?
Yeah.
Are they scared of me?
Yes, they're scared of you.
Maybe you're all scared of the wrong thing.
Lockspur, we should lock down those hogs, all right?
I don't want this guy anymore mobile than he already is.
And Dahl, I spotted a nice den, fits for you.
Right here, within these little 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, and the rest of you...
get on the fucking perimeter and keep your eyes on each other!
Santana, he got the fucking nodes!
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 and you fry every chip you got.
Okay, so figure out the different 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 wanna take my Goddamn word for... -- I get it, I get it.
The ships are incompatible and are 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 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 backup for the fucking backup, we can't.
And I thought he was the one stranded here.
Ah, well, looks like you thought wrong.
Long waiting for backup!
In case you were thinking about fixing the beacon and calling for help.
Falco's reading.
Riddick. I don't give a fuck about the backup.
And I still got all kinds of gear, that could ruin your day in a hurry.
So you go find another fucking cave.
You keep running, you keep hiding, it doesn't matter to me none.
'Cuz in the end, I will find you!
Look south.
I don't believe it.
Big balls on this fucking guy!
Dahl, keep an eye on things here.
- What should I do? - Stay low.
Let's go. Come on.
Both of you, drop.
So, what's the bounty you get?
I don't know. I don't care. It's not why I'm here.
I bet the big gimoke 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 of "M-344/G."
And I wanna know what happen there 10 years ago.
You're the Father.
- Bid daddy Johns. - Yeah, that's right.
And you traveled all this way, just to see me?
I'm flattered.
It's kinda strange, not knowing what to put down in the family Bible.
It's kinda strange, three guys have to die just so you really can...
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.
Okay, you've got barium shells, stab-shock, explosive tip.
What do you want? Barium or stab-shock?
- Horse tranq. - Okay.
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're the guy who said that he was gonna put my head in a box. Right?
Well, That was me... spitting noise.
- But you 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.
Even Diaz has a fucking huge box.
Good.
We're gonna use it.
Three down, eight left.
And normally, I 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 a work.
What do you want? A "gentleman's agreement?"
I leave one node out in the open. You take it.
The other node and the other ship are mine.
Hey, wait, wait, wait! What're we playing here?
Retard Bingo? Or what?
That was on the table from the start, man.
Forget the start!
It's the end you wanna think about now.
See that?
I'll give you until that rain hits that station.
That's your clock.
Box Boy!
Dahl! Do it now! Now!
Again!
He's not going down.
Do it again, Dahl!
Just go down.
I got this, Dahl.
Riddick. Riddick.
Johns.
We beat 'em in the chains now?
Okay, from the beginning.
For the historical record.
The Hunter Gratzner. That's the commercial vessel,
my son uses to transport you back to slam. But that ship...
sends a distress call somewhere near M-344/G,
It's a backwater system with two suns and one habitable planet.
Does he survive the crash?
Big drama, next few hours.
But whatever happens. No matter what they tell you...
Don't let them take these chains off me.
"Them?" Who's "them"? Who you're talking...?
Do you even know who you're talking to here?
That was for me?
- When the chains come off, Box Boy. - Jesus christ.
You go in the first five seconds.
Really?
And you plan on killing me with what? Your mouth?
- With that shiny blade. - I'd love to see you try.
For the historical record.
He made it.
It was just you and him?
It was...
It was 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.
Then I can safely assume it's at your hands.
Is that right?
I'm wasting my fucking time here!
Granting your last wishes?
I was refering 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 them first?
Easy boy. There's a lot more tranq where that came from.
Tell me what you see outside that window, Dahl.
The Cyclops unit. Two ships. A couple dead guys in plastic.
- And you don't see anything else? - Nothing else.
Let me know if you do.
Love those toenails, by the way.
Yeah? "Predator Pink."
Matches your nipples.
Why are we even listening to this big fuck stick?
Can we just detach his head, please?
Here's what's gonna happen.
In the next 60 seconds, you're gonna watch your own head drop into that box.
And nothing...
Nothing's going to keep you from that special place at Hell.
But maybe in the last minute of your life you wanna be something more...
than a Goddamn savage!
Gimme some fucking answers!
Please!
Is there anything, you like to add on the subject I just raised?
Time's up.
Time is up.
He's all yours.
Hold him down.
Finale partido, amigo.
More dingo-dongos, maybe.
You lucky.
I know what's coming.
Called to find you. The serpents.
Spotlight!
Like I said.
It ain't me you gotta worry about.
What is it? What's out there?
I don't know.
Fuck that. There's something out there.
It ain't right. And it's coming our way.
Whoever they are, they ain't so hard to kill.
What the fuck?
Fuck!
No more holes, please.
Now here's what's gonna happen.
In 60 seconds, you're gonna take these chains off me.
We're gonna make a play to those nodes, and get off this rock.
But somewhere along the line,
when it gets really bad,
Johns, he's gonna fold, just like little Johns did.
Then, when it's all over,
and the rest of you are waiting for a dead animal to pick up.
I'm gonna go balls deep into Dahl.
But only because she asked me to, sweet-like.
What does he mean with , "things go bad?" What? This doesn't qualify as "bad"?
What the fuck is happening? How fucked are we?
Who knows how long it'll rain?
Or how many of those things are buried out there?
He saw it. He saw it with those eyes of his and he didn't tell us what.
One ship for you, one for me.
I need to know if these nodes are retrievable.
And I need to know we have a deal.
We got a deal.
The chains stay on.
Why do we settle this for them?
Okay, okay.
Up, up, up, up, up...
Good doggy.
Holy shit!
Yeah. Let's cut him loose.
That was "five seconds".
I like to be a man of my word.
How about you, Johns?
For he shall give his angels charge over me, to keep me...
- Shut the noise, Luna. - in all thy ways, as long as I lived.
- Luna. - I think the angels are here.
Protecting me.
And if they're here,
watching over me, and maybe they'll deliver us all...
You're the last thing we need creeping us out. I got something!
Shut the fuck up!
You shut the fuck up, Vargas! Leave the kid alone!
Where the hell did that come from?
Jesus christ!
Oh, no, no, no!
What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bastard? You could've kill me!
I got it, didn't I?
Vargas, get up.
Come on, let's go.
Vargas, come on, man. Walk it up, let's go. It's just a little one.
Small ones are the worst.
They save the most venom.
Hey, kid.
Leave God out of this.
He wants no part of what happens next.
I forgot to mention...
is no weapons for you.
Do you think you can run in one of these things?
I'll run it, like I stole it.
I'll take flank.
If Riddick comes up back here without us,
you go ahead, you kill him on general principle.
Is that before or after I'm supposed to fuck him?
You asshole motherfucker! Just sitting here watching...
Would've covered you.
But you said "No Weapons."
How bad you want those nodes, Johns?
Yeah, 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's the fuck does that mean?
Morphine!
Your son liked his morphine.
Liked it twice a day.
You didn't know your son was a junkie?
Your Johns was like most mercs.
They look all stand up, and do right,
till you cut 'em 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...
that my son was gonna kill a child, to save his own life?
Morphine makes your brain soft, your heart lose it.
I don't fucking buy it.
I just can't believe that my son was the bad guy,
in this fucking demented fairy tale of yours!
No reason to lie now.
Johns.
Either one of us.
Thanks for starting killing those people for me, Riddick.
But I'll take it from here.
Gimoke!
So that blade you buried was meant for me?
Anyone who deserved it, really.
We got a problem, Riddick.
'Cuz I got two nodes here. We got one hog.
And I sure as shit, I'm 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's gonna leave you out here alone.
So, what now?
Now we switch to our ground game.
And see if that lack of spine runs in the family.
Reload!
Watch your head!
Go!
I got inbound.
Take this!
Is it just you?
Just slam this thing, and see if it's still good.
Boss...
Just see if the fucking thing works, we need to get out of here!
Extraction. 30 seconds or less. Let's go, let's go!
lemme ask you something...
sweet like...
Lotta good men died here, Riddick.
Not sure I'm supposed to overlook that. Next time.
Yeah, things would've been different,
if they weren't trying to put my head in a box.
So where to now, Riddick?
You know, 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.
Transcribed By SALMAN salman_ymail@yahoo.com