Subtitles by explosiveskull
(WILLOW CRYING)
(WILLOW FUSSING)
MONTE: (OVER RADIO) Dada.
Dada-da-da-da-da.
Dada.
- (WILLOW COOING) - Dada-da-da-da-da.
Dada.
Dada-da-da-da-da.
(WILLOW CONTINUES COOING)
MONTE: Dada.
All right, all quiet.
(WILLOW BABBLING)
- WILLOW: Da-da! - (CHUCKLES)
(WILLOW CONTINUES BABBLING)
I'm here, honey.
(MONTE HUMMING OVER RADIO)
- (CONTINUES HUMMING) - WILLOW: Da-da.
What you doin', Willow?
WILLOW: Da-da! Da!
Da!
(COOING)
(WILLOW BABBLING)
(PROJECTOR CLICKS)
(WILLOW CRYING)
(SHUSHING)
(CONTINUES CRYING)
(HUMMING)
(HIGH-PITCHED CRYING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(CRYING STOPS)
(MONTE SIGHS)
WILLOW: Da-da.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- Yeah? - (WILLOW COOING)
What you doin', Willow?
- (WILLOW BABBLING) - Hmm?
(DOOR HISSES)
(SIGHS)
(WILLOW COOING)
(WILLOW CONTINUES COOING)
(SIGHS)
MONTE: Hmm?
Mmm.
Mmm, mmm-hmm. (CHUCKLES)
- One, two, three. - (WHINING)
(BABBLES)
Hey... There you go.
- Do a little pee-pee. - (WHINING)
There you go. There you go.
(VOCALIZES)
- (CRYING) - Aw...
Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai.
What's going on? What's going on?
(SHUSHING)
Hey. (CLICKING TONGUE)
Shh. Hey.
(SHUSHING SOFTLY)
All done.
- (WILLOW WHINING) - (GRUNTS)
(MONTE IMITATES WILLOW)
(SIGHS) Hey.
(CHUCKLES)
Everything's okay.
(GRUNTING PLAYFULLY)
- (COOS) - Here, bubba.
(TAPPING)
Who's this?
Don't drink your own piss, Willow.
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
And don't eat your own shit.
Even if it's recycled...
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
...even if it doesn't look like piss or shit
anymore.
(COOS)
It's called a taboo.
Ta-boo.
Ta... Boo.
- (WILLOW COOING) - Hang thee, my little baggage.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
Man.
Ah!
Taboo.
- Taboo. - (WHINING)
Taboo.
At least it is for me.
But not for you. Not for you.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Sweet little girl.
If my old man could see me now...
"Break the laws of nature,
"and you'll pay for it...
(SIGHS) "...you little son of a bitch.
"You little son of a bitch."
- (PANTING) - GIRL: Wait for me. (ECHOING)
Wait! Come on!
Hey, wait for me!
♪ Willow
♪ Where are you hiding now?
(SNORING)
♪ In the depth of life
♪ Deep in the tree
♪ Spiders and centipedes
♪ Crawl across your hands
♪ Above your knees
♪ Willow ♪
(ALARM BEEPING)
(ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING)
I have to go and feed the dog.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING)
ID 149 reporting.
I removed the defective section
of the external magnetic panel
and replaced it with one of my own making.
To save electric energy,
I've decided to jettison everything that's unnecessary.
I'm fully aware of the consequences.
The child's in good health and, uh, so am I.
My blood work is normal, my eyesight is stable.
And, oh, even if I don't see me play this message
for 100 years, fuck you.
Over and out.
(ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING)
(MONTE SIGHS)
(LONG BEEP)
- (BEEPING STOPS) - (MACHINERY POWERS UP)
(SPRINKLER WHIRRING)
(BUBBLING)
(DOOR HISSES)
(CLOSES ZIP)
(GAS HISSING)
(GAS HISSES)
(CLASPS FASTENING)
(GRUNTS)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(DOOR HISSES)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(GRUNTING)
(CONTINUES GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS AND PANTS)
(GRUNTING)
So light, Mink.
It's barely even here.
(PANTING)
(DOOR HISSING)
(SHIVERING)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
(WILLOW CRYING)
(WILLOW CONTINUES CRYING)
- (SIGHS) - (WILLOW CONTINUES CRYING)
- (CONTINUES CRYING) - Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
No.
So many tears in just a tiny little body.
Would you stop it, please? Please, please,
- stop it, stop it, please. - (STOPS CRYING)
Please. It's gonna kill me.
It's gonna kill me.
Please. (PANTING)
Okay?
(GURGLING)
Hey.
MONTE: Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS) I'm afraid, Willow.
Mmm, I could've just drowned you like a kitten.
It'd be so easy.
(MONTE SIGHS DEEPLY)
It should be you first and then me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON VIDEO)
MONTE: These fucking images from Earth.
I can't believe they still make it here.
After all this time.
Just like
viruses chasing after us.
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Parasites.
(CLATTERING)
I'm holding up.
I've held up.
I never caved in.
(PILLS RATTLE)
I'll hold up.
She's mine.
I'm hers.
Fuck.
Since we left the solar system,
radio silence.
Nothing.
Those random images.
Maybe they were programmed to keep us on a leash.
Make us believe a return was possible.
We invented rituals.
Hygiene first.
(WILLOW CRYING)
(WILLOW CONTINUES CRYING)
Here.
(MONTE SNORING SOFTLY)
PROFESSOR: Kali Yuga, the final... The final age of man.
Did you know that
I still have leopards on the street where I live?
Professor, I'm surprised you've accepted an invitation
to attend a conference in such a cold country.
What made you leave your Assamese hills and say yes?
Curiosity.
But you have a more serious reason for coming, don't you?
Yes.
Yes, indeed.
Radical experiments are taking place in outer space.
Death row inmates are selected to be used as guinea pigs.
Is this really how Occidental governmental authorities
hope to deal with criminals?
I doubt very much.
I mean, they're not being told the truth about...
About what?
That they will never come back.
We can't even contact them.
Their messages and reports
now take years to get back to us.
We'll be bone dust
while they're still hurtling through space.
(MONTE CHEERING SOFTLY)
Yep.
Right.
Oh. Yeah!
- All right. - (WILLOW COOING)
Yep.
Whoop!
(GRUNTS)
Okay.
(LAUGHING) Aw.
Almost. Up, up.
- (GRUNTS) - Come on.
Up.
- Up. - (WILLOW BABBLING)
Up. Up. Up.
Da!
(GRUNTS)
(WILLOW BABBLING)
(TRAIN CHUGGING)
MONTE: We were scum. Trash.
Refuse that didn't fit into the system
until someone had the bright idea of recycling us.
Some of us got life sentences,
some of us were on death row.
The agency made us an offer,
to serve science.
Given our ages, how could we say no?
(CHAIN CLINKING)
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- (GRUNTS) - (MONTE GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(BOTH CONTINUE GRUNTING)
MONTE: At that point,
we'd only left the solar system for three years.
Almost all of us were still alive.
Constant acceleration creates artificial gravity,
freeing us from the discomfort of weightlessness.
The body handles it better.
I don't want a sedative.
You put too much in the water as it is.
(CHAIR SLIDES)
Well, you got me, juicy peach.
They lied to us
and you knew it.
You knew it.
Fucking second-chance doctor.
When I first saw you, you were a filthy little crackhead.
(SCOFFS) Now look at you.
A fine specimen.
Fucking child murderer.
(MONTE GROANS SOFTLY)
Oh, so you do have a nervous system.
Eh! Look at her!
- Look at her! - (CLATTERING)
You're fucking killing her!
DIBS: Whoa! Calm down!
Don't you realize nothing is ever gonna grow inside of us?
- (SPITS) - DIBS: Oh! Behavior!
Fuck off!
Fucking whore.
(COOING)
Hey. Hey!
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, uh-uh-uh. Hey.
Mmm-mmm.
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
Hey.
Hey. Uh-uh.
Hey. Mmm-mmm.
- (WHINING) - It's dirty.
It's dirty.
Mmm.
Hmm. It's a fresh strawberry.
Hey.
Ah.
Hey.
Ah.
(CHOMPS)
Mmm!
Ready? (GRUNTS PLAYFULLY)
Hold on tight.
Come here.
Hey. Come on. Hey.
(FAINT, RAPID RUBBING)
MONTE: Dr. Dibs,
struggling to harvest healthy fetuses,
ones that would survive childbirth.
(CURTAIN OPENS)
The guys were in it for the fix.
What about my treat?
Oh.
Smashing. Thank you.
Why do you keep taking their sperm?
Even if you manage to inseminate one of the girls,
the babies die from radiation.
The odds are not in our favor,
but when my work is accomplished,
when perfection is achieved...
Then what?
Fly away?
MONTE: Except for me.
I kept my fluids to myself.
She thought she was doing me a favor.
Someday.
MONTE: She was cocky that way.
(WATER GURGLING)
(SHOE THUDS)
- (RATTLING) - (MACHINE WHIRRING)
(LIQUID TRICKLING)
(PANTING)
Doesn't seem to be doing you much good.
Better than you'd think.
God, it's so humiliating.
You need to wipe your nose.
I know I look like a witch.
I mean, you all call me Vultura, right?
'Cause you're foxy and you know it.
(SNIFFLES)
I just don't understand
how you can still believe in your Class-2 mission.
It's like you've become a shaman of sperm.
It's just a new religion for you.
Because I'm totally devoted to reproduction,
happy monk.
Going to sow your fields?
Fucking cock-block.
MONTE: Like everyone, I'd used the box,
but as time passed, I chose abstinence over indulgence.
Chastity was a way of making myself stronger.
Mr. Blue Nuts.
This monk thing you got goin' on,
it's cool, huh?
It's so vain.
You bet I'm vain.
I like it here.
This reminds me of juvie.
Reminds me of jail. (GRUNTS)
It's the same thing as the army.
I get why you choose abstinence.
Masturbating, you can... You can do that to death.
But this fuck box?
- (CHUCKLES) - TCHERNY: Jesus.
That's a whole 'nother rabbit hole.
- (SIGHS) You use it. - (TCHERNY BLOWS A RASPBERRY)
(SIGHS)
I made my wife promise to raise our son gently.
Only thing that makes me happy
is knowing he's gonna be all right.
Your son is old now,
or he's dead.
TCHERNY: This little garden
is teaching me to enjoy the present.
Nothin' else really matters, man.
And Tcherny can't be your real name, right?
Nah. One of the Russian crew instructors gave it to me.
I think it means black, but who knows, man?
What's Monte?
Your folks Italian or somethin'?
Nah.
I was raised by my dog.
(EXHALES)
I'm tired as a bat, all this flying around.
I can't do this space shit no more.
(SNIFFS AND EXHALES)
MONTE: At 99% of the speed of light,
the entire sky converged before our eyes.
This sensation,
moving backwards even though we're moving forwards,
getting farther from what's getting nearer,
sometimes I just can't stand it.
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(DIAL CLICKING)
MONTE: According to Dibs,
the captain is ill-equipped for the stress.
Bad genes.
Leukemia has invaded his body.
His eyes are more sensitive to the radiation than ours.
Everything he sees is bathed in a black halo.
I have good genes.
(ALL GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(CLASPS FASTENING)
(WHISPERS) All right.
(CLASPS FASTENING)
- Fuck off. - (CHUCKLES)
(MONTE CLEARS THROAT)
Be careful with her!
Yes.
MONTE: We were at the halfway point.
Four more years to our destination.
We had to begin the deceleration maneuver
so the ship could approach a black hole,
one of the closest in our galaxy.
A small one.
This is the main goal of our mission.
Our Class-1 suicide ride
to check if we could capture a black hole's rotating energy.
And we, heroes,
would provide humanity with almost boundless resources.
Their Penrose process.
(AIR BLOWING)
(SNIFFING)
I want to fuck you.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIGHS)
MONTE: It stinks.
The usual stench.
It gets me hard.
Tcherny decided to start sleeping in the garden.
(EXHALES)
ELEKTRA: I'm glad I'm so weak.
I'm so happy I'm hemorrhaging.
Be quiet.
ELEKTRA: Stop lying to yourself.
One day, it'll happen to you.
You're not as strong as you think you are,
big booty girl.
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
(WHISPERS) Okay.
- ELEKTRA: Because you're so... - BOYSE: (WHISPERS) Shut the fuck up!
ELEKTRA: Don't shush me.
- You're so fucking annoying. - BOYSE: Shh!
ELEKTRA: Sometimes I look at you
and I wanna beat your face into a little pulp.
Your little mouth,
your stupid smile...
(IMITATES BOYSE) That voice.
Hey, stop doing that.
You'll hurt yourself.
Douching is for amateurs.
Do we need to tie you up again?
Come on, go back to sleep.
Good.
BOYSE: God damn slut.
You're a bunch of common criminals and petty thugs.
My crime was the only one worthy of the name.
(ALARM BEEPING)
(WHIMPERING)
(WHINES)
(DIBS WAILING)
TCHERNY: Even up here,
the black ones are the first to go.
(CLOSES ZIP)
DIBS: Are you sick?
You wanna clog the machine? Is that what you want?
- BOYSE: It's what she wanted. - Don't do that!
You're sick!
- It's all good then! - DIBS: Ow!
Don't ever do that again!
Step away.
BOYSE: Fuck your baby mission!
Your hormones are fucking bullshit.
It's our willpower that kills the fetuses.
(GAS HISSING)
- (MACHINE WHIRRING) - (HUFFING)
(CONTINUES HUFFING)
(BREATHING RAPIDLY)
It's a stroke. Don't tell anyone.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Shit, the report.
(CHANDRA GROANING)
MONTE: He was fucked.
- Maybe we were fucked too. - DIBS: It's okay.
MONTE: The mission. Everything.
- (ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING) - (ELECTRICAL PULSATING)
DIBS: ID 149, daily progress report.
All systems in full-functional mode,
all crew members are complying with mission experiments.
Over and out.
(ALARM STOPS)
(MONTE CLEARS HIS THROAT)
MONTE: It's time for lights out.
♪ Always alone
♪ Alone and blue
♪ I've got no one to share my troubles to
♪ No one to care
♪ To call my own
♪ Seems I must always be alone ♪
There is nothing to fear.
I promise.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I have no one to help me like I'm helping you.
No one to put me out of my misery.
I live alone with my guilt.
(CHANDRA GRUNTING WEAKLY)
Hmm? What?
- What? - (MUMBLES WEAKLY)
What?
(MUFFLED) Suck my dick.
(DIBS EXHALES)
Please.
Shh.
(CHANDRA EXHALING DEEPLY)
(BREATHING STOPS)
Fuck off! (SCREAMING)
- Get off me! - Hey, what are you doing?
Fucking get off me!
- Stop it, you fucker! Stop it! - (GROANS)
(SCREAMING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
MINK: Help, help!
Get off her!
You sick fuck!
No!
No! No!
- (GRUNTS) - MINK: (SOBBING) No!
(MINK SCREAMING)
Come on!
(BOYSE YELLS)
MINK: Help!
- No! - (YELLING)
Shut the fuck up!
TCHERNY: Hey, hey!
MINK: (YELLS) Help!
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
MINK: Come on! Take these off! He broke my nose!
- TCHERNY: Come on. - MINK: I will kill that motherfucker.
TCHERNY: Fuck outta here.
MONTE: Come on.
BOYSE: Fucking...
MONTE: Fucking walk! (GRUNTS)
BOYSE: Won't you carry me?
(ETORRE WHEEZING)
(ETORRE GASPS)
- ETORRE: Please! (CRYING) - (MINK GRUNTING)
NANSEN: No! No...
(MINK PANTING)
Not so easy to get inside you, is it?
My body obeys me.
Okay, that's good.
I'll never have kids.
I'm sure of it.
Okay, breathe.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(DIBS SIGHS)
Did you really kill your own kids?
You suffocated them?
In their little beds,
with their little pillows?
(SNIFFLES)
And your husband?
With a knife.
I would've killed myself.
I tried.
Explains your plastic pussy.
(WATER TRICKLING)
MONTE: Dibs increased the dose
when she wanted us at her mercy.
We'd all hit the wall and dropped like flies,
sleep for hours.
(SNIFFS)
Sleep.
I'm the pilot.
You cannot make me sleep.
Sleep.
(WHISPERS) You smell so good.
Monte.
(MOANS)
(SOBS)
Maybe it's because you never wanted anything from me.
I'm allowed to have you now.
(EXHALES)
Why don't you ever take me in your arms?
Hmm?
(MOANS)
If I close my eyes, I know I'm gonna feel you inside.
I know.
I almost can feel it.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Yes.
Fill me.
Fill me, Monte.
- (MONTE MOANS SOFTLY) - (DIBS PANTING)
(MOANING)
Thank you.
Thank you. (MOANS)
(FAINT SQUIRT)
(WHISPERING) There.
Yes.
Crawl inside, my baby.
Crawl inside.
Crawl, crawl,
crawl.
Yes.
My baby.
(DIBS MOANING)
(MINK GASPS)
They got me.
(SNIFFLES) They got me.
(SNIFFLES)
(SOFTLY) Hey.
Yes.
My good baby.
Yes.
Come on.
Hey. (GRUNTS)
Go on, get out.
- I hate that bed. - Go on. Hey.
Go back to your own bunk. Come on.
Come on! You're too heavy now.
Come on.
Crazy girl.
It's too far.
(SIGHS)
Bums and losers, that's what you are.
I found all your records.
You killed your friend over a dog.
MONTE: Yeah.
I'm crazy, girl.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Do I detect a farewell in your eyes?
You're a skilled pilot.
None of the rest of us could do this.
(GRUNTS)
You made your choice.
Why are you crying?
I'm moved.
I have to stay alone now.
Where are you going?
To the garden.
(EXHALES)
MINK: (OVER RADIO) That's not Nansen.
It's Boyse.
(SOBBING)
(BEEPING)
- (THUDDING) - Fuck!
(RATTLING)
(GRUNTING)
(RETCHES)
(SCREAMING)
(WILLOW CRYING)
(INAUDIBLE)
(PANTING)
(METAL CLICKS)
That child is your daughter,
born of your genes.
She's strong-made.
Like her big-booty mother.
For me, she's perfection.
(GRUNTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MOANING SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
TCHERNY: "I'd rather sink into the Earth
"after I've lost you than to sit around and grieve
"once you've gone off into your destiny."
What are you talkin' about?
It's what my wife told me.
I told her I was doing all this for her and our son,
to turn our shame into some type of glory, you know?
She says that this mission was like burying her twice
and that my idea of glory was bullshit.
(WILLOW FUSSING)
(WILLOW CRYING)
(WILLOW CONTINUES CRYING)
(CRYING STOPS)
(CLASP CLICKS)
(COOS)
(DRIPPING CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
There's no response.
Looks like ours.
MONTE: It's the same.
It's the same ship.
There might be, uh,
other people, um,
on board.
So?
(SCOFFS)
(CHUCKLING)
WILLOW: What?
(SIGHS) They might be able to help us.
We don't need help.
Are you scared?
- No. - No?
No.
Are you sure?
- (PANTING) - (FOOTSTEPS PATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
(PUPPY WHINING)
Are those dogs?
MONTE: Yeah.
(DOG WHINING)
(BARKS AND GROWLS)
(GROWLS)
(DOG BARKING)
(PUPPY WHINING)
(DOG BARKING)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
(PUPPY WHINING)
(WHINING CONTINUES OVER RADIO)
(WHINES)
Do you have the baby dog?
I had to leave it.
Why didn't you take it?
We could've kept it.
We couldn't have kept it.
I wanted a dog so bad.
A little dog to hold.
(MONTE SIGHS)
You know why.
Just step away from the door, it wasn't clean in there.
I gotta disinfect, I gotta clean myself.
It'll die in there. It's cruelty!
What do you know about cruelty?
You don't know anything about it.
I need to clean, I need to disinfect myself.
Move away from the door!
Get out.
(SPRINKLER WHIRRING)
(SNIFFLES)
WILLOW: You were right, Dad.
You were right.
I'm sorry.
I have everything I need here.
Just go up, peanut.
(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
(CROWD SINGING SCOTTISH NATIONAL ANTHEM)
MONTE: What're you doin'?
Praying.
You know a god to pray to?
What god are you praying to?
I saw it in some of the random images from Earth.
I just wanted to know what they feel.
(SINGING CONTINUES ON TV)
(ALARM BEEPING)
Time to feed the dog.
ID 149.
Local day 6750.
Earth days 76861.
(SIGHS)
WILLOW: Looks like a crocodile's eye.
MONTE: More like a mouth that wants to swallow us up.
WILLOW: It's so big.
We should try it.
I can feel it.
Oh, you can feel it?
(SIGHS) I thought we were supposed to be drifters.
But it's so big.
I'm sure the density is very low.
(CHUCKLES)
I believe in this one.
I'm sad that you deleted all your data.
Even your prison records.
You might've been thugs and criminals,
but you're heroes to me.
It'll all be destroyed by the firewall
once the ship gets sucked into the black hole anyway.
WILLOW: There is no firewall. I know it.
We'll make it through.
You always avoid my questions.
Do I look like my mother?
No.
Take a good look.
My eyes?
No.
My hair?
No, not at all.
My nose? My mouth?
You have rodent teeth.
You're a little rat.
Rats are incredibly intelligent animals.
Am I weird-looking?
You're special.
So different.
You're like no one else.
And I love that.
(LOW RUMBLING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(DEEP RUMBLING)
Shall we?
WILLOW: Yes.
(WILLOW PLAYING)
Subtitles by explosiveskull
♪ Willow
♪ Where are you hiding now?
♪ Willow
♪ Where are you hiding now?
♪ In the depth of life
♪ Deep in the tree
♪ Spiders and centipedes
♪ Crawl across your hands
♪ Cross your knees
♪ Willow
♪ Do you walk across the sand?
♪ Willow
♪ Do the waves crash and fall?
♪ And their fingers tickle
♪ At your feet
♪ It'll pull a little
♪ Stay retreat
♪ Do you feel the rushing forward
♪ Though you're standing still?
♪ Willow
♪ Are we rushing forward or are we standing still?
♪ Willow
♪ Are we rushing forward or are we standing still?
♪ Willow
♪ Do you crouch among the rooftops?
♪ Willow
♪ Listening to city wheezing
♪ And your dreams, they stretch
♪ Beyond the clouds
♪ And past the moon
♪ Into the stars
♪ Feel the rushing forward
♪ Though you're standing still
♪ Willow
♪ Are we rushing forward or are we standing still?
♪ Willow
♪ Does this cloud hold a destination?
♪ Willow
♪ Feel the wind running through your hair
♪ Willow
♪ Feel the sun on your back
♪ Lover's hand
♪ For us
♪ An abyss ♪
(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)