Soldier (1998)

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[Distorted sound effects]

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[Babies cry]

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FEMALE INSTRUCTOR ON LOUDSPEAKER:
A soldier does not speak...

... until spoken to by a superior officer.

FEMALE INSTRUCTOR:
A soldier shows no mercy.

Mercy is weakness.

[Dogs growl and bark]

FEMALE INSTRUCTOR: Weakness is death.

[Boar squeals]

[Animals squealing and barking]

FEMALE INSTRUCTOR:
The Forces are his family.

He is most happy...

... when following orders.

A soldier lives to k*ll.

[Squealing and barking continue]

[Squealing and barking intensify]

FEMALE INSTRUCTOR:
A soldier needs no friend or family.

w*r is his friend.

The Forces are his family.

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Simulation of rapid g*nshots]

[Military music, background]

[Gasping]

[Military music intensifies]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[g*nsh*t]

[Simulation of rapid g*nshots]

[Rapid g*nf*re]

[Electronic humming]

[Rapid g*nf*re]

[Electronic humming]

[Rapid g*nf*re]

[Clanking]

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[Dramatic instrumental music intensifies]

[Rapid g*nf*re]

[Woman shrieks]

[Woman screams]

[Fast-paced, dramatic instrumental music,
background]

[Computer beeps]

RUBRICK: Sir, Colonel Mekum has
his new batch unpacked.

I think he wants to show them off.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

Well...

SLOAN: They're pretty.
CHURCH: What's so hot about them?

MEKUM: They're very much improved,
Captain.

RUBRICK: Colonel Mekum from HQ.
He's their commanding officer.

Sir.

CHURCH: "Improved." How?

In every way possible.

You see, your old ones,
they're selected at birth.

With my new ones,
we're talking recombination.

They're practically manufactured,
using DNA profiles...

...and some manipulation.

MEKUM: More endurance,
quicker responses...

... better hand-eye...

...improved technical training.

It's a whole different standard.

My daddy was in maintenance...

...and he had a saying:

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

"Maintenance."

I'm afraid I don't get your point.

The veterans you see...

... standing before you here
have been through all kinds of heavy sh*t.

They've always got the job done.

Your new soldiers, these hotshots,
how much action have they seen?

And are they battle-tested?

How about a few tests,
just to get you on board?

Make you a believer.

[Rapid g*nf*re]

RUBRICK: Ninety-nine percent. That's...

...very good.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

Seen enough, Captain?

What about endurance?

[Panting]

MEKUM: Caine 607, forward.

CAINE 607: Sir!

MEKUM ON LOUDSPEAKER:
Fifteen miles, 607, on the run.

You've got 60 minutes.

Go.

[Fast-paced dramatic instrumental music,
background]

MEKUM: My man left exactly...

...20 minutes after yours.

Make a note of that.

[Dramatic instrumental music intensifies]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

Age is a factor. But the real factor
is the training program.

Especially the psychological.

The mind controls the body, after all.

And we're doing such wonderful things
with the mind.

[Todd panting]

TODD: Sir!

RUBRICK: At ease, Soldier.

What is the price of all that speed?

Is your soldier tired?

"Tired?"

CHURCH: Todd ran the pace
he's been taught to run...

...and he's still strong.

Send him up the chain, Rube.

Soldier! Up the chain!

Sir!

[Todd grunts]



Sir!

[Clanking]

[Todd grunting]

What about spirit?

I believe you mean AQ, Captain.
Aggressive qualities.

Much higher.

Much better.

What if they fought?

You mean up there?

Go ahead, Rube.

Tell Todd to take him.

No.

"No?"

Not fair.

No contest.

MEKUM: Send two more
of your old ones up.

[Shouts] Romero, Goines, up the chain!

[Dramatic instrumental music plays softly,
background]

[Chains clanking]

[Romero and Goines grunting]

[Shouts] Get him, men!

[Grunting and groaning]

[Fast-paced, dramatic instrumental music,
background]

[Groaning]

[Soldier screams]

[Fast-paced, dramatic instrumental music
continues]

[Grunting and groaning]

[Soldier screams]

[Fast-paced, dramatic instrumental music
continues]

[Caine 607 screams]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Distorted sound effects]

MEKUM: Get down here.

Get down here!

Get your a*s down here on the double!

MEKUM: Come on, double up!
Down, down!

CAINE 607: Sir!

Look at you.

Do you know how much it cost
to breed you, you big moron?

To train you?

To feed you?

MEKUM: What good is this man now?

He's got no depth perception!

All he can do is walk, point,
and take the first hit!

SLOAN: What about the bodies?
MEKUM: Waste disposal.

[Mekum sighs]

Fall in.

Sir!

Todd was our best man.

You still don't get it, do you?

[g*nsh*t]

MEKUM: Your men...

...are obsolete.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

MEKUM: You'll write this up
as a training accident...

... and you'll make sure these bodies
get dumped a long way from here.

We don't want any unnecessary questions.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Waste-disposal ship rumbling]

[Todd gasps]

[Alarm blares]

[Rumbling increases]

[Crashing and scraping of debris]

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[Wind howling]

[Wind roaring]

[Todd groans]

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[Wind gusting]

[Todd sighs]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

[Wind gusting]

[Todd groans]

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[Bell clanging]

[All talk at once]

MALE PIONEER 1: Someone, please...

...let us know what's going on!

MALE PIONEER 1: Hawkins!

Give us something! Anything!

HAWKINS: Quiet, please!

Quiet!

How many of them are there?

There is one man...

...unarmed.

How could there only be one?
How could he get here?

He was unconscious when we found him.

We couldn't ask him anything.

MALE PIONEER 2:
Hang on. Jimmy's back!

There's nothing out there.

I couldn't see nobody.

Couldn't see no vehicles, no ship, nothing.

[Thunder rumbles]

Plus the wind's up again real strong.

HAWKINS: Everybody, calm down.

[All talk at once]

We have an injured man among us.

We all want to do the decent thing.

The decent thing is to help him.

[Thunder rumbles]

Sandra, Mace's wife,
is looking after him now.

Now, I'd like a vote of support
from all of you.

You keep an eye on him, Mace.

SLADE: Watch him.

[Objects tinkling softly]

[Todd moans]

There are words on his shoulder.

"Tannhauser Gate...

"...Argentine Sector...

"...Shanghai 2012."

MACE: Sandra, the Tannhauser Gate
was a battle.

He's a soldier.

[Objects tinkling softly]

[Sentimental instrumental music,
background]

Where's Nathan?

MACE: Nathan. Nathan!

[Wind howling]

[Distorted sound of growling]

MACE: Tiger!

SANDRA: Nathan, there's another tiger.

[Giggles] Help, help, help!

[Giggling and playful growling]

We're sorry if we woke you.

Just playing with the boy.

MACE: Sergeant...

...I made something for you.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

It's to help you walk, you see?

Isn't it? Like this.

See?

[Crutch clanks]

[Wind roaring]

[Scattered conversations]

MACE: Here you go.

I don't see how you cannot remember
how you got here, Sergeant.

SLADE: You're not a deserter,
are you, Sergeant?

[Scattered reactions from pioneers]

No, sir.

Why aren't you with your unit?

Come on, Slade, let the man eat.

It's not an unreasonable question.

How about it, Sergeant?

I was replaced.

"Replaced?"

By a better soldier, sir.

SANDRA: When we left Earth 12 years ago,
we never thought we'd end up here.

When we crashed, a lot of people died.

A few years later, when the dumpers
started coming and dropping stuff...

...people tried to get their attention
with fires and explosions.

But it didn't work.

They must be unmanned or...

...maybe they just don't care.

So, we had to forget about a better life
on the Trinity Moons.

One good thing though:

Nobody bothers us.

SANDRA: Who'd fight
for a godforsaken place like this?

[Sentimental instrumental music,
background]

But...

... I guess you like the fighting.

You must.

You're...

...a soldier.

MEKUM: The biannual security sweep.

We'll be patrolling the Arcadia system.

We're going to set up
unmanned monitoring stations here...

...here, here, here.

Now, we send the new soldiers out
on patrol.

Routine stuff as you say, Captain,
but good experience and...

...I'll have a chance to see them
in a non-training environment.

You're coming?

Yes, Captain.

I want to observe these men at close hand.

Well, what about opposition?

It's all deserted.
We're just confirming that.

But say we do encounter activity.

Miners, refugees of some sort?

Well, we won't.

If so, they'll be officially classifiable
as hostiles.

Just by being there?

We don't want paperwork,
and we certainly don't want passengers.

Understood?

[Sentimental instrumental music,
background]

[Snake hissing]

SANDRA: You have to watch out for those.

They probably wouldn't k*ll someone
your size.

But someone smaller, like me...

...or Nathan...

SANDRA: He was bitten once...

...and he almost died.

SANDRA: He was sick for a long time.

That's why he can't speak.

SANDRA: Here.

You try one.

Here.

[Wind howling]

MACE: Everything we own, Sergeant,
everything in the entire village...

...we've had to salvage from out here.

- You're all set, Jimmy.
- Back in a minute.

Whatever looks useful,
if we can get a chain to it...

... we're going to go for it.

[Wind howling]

MACE: You hear that?

MACE: That means she's really close.

She's going to blow!

On my way!

Line up!

[Wind intensifies]

MACE: Come on, Jimmy!

MACE: Jimmy, come on!

Come on!

[Wind roaring]

Hurry up! Let's go!

JIMMY: Mace!
MACE: Give me your hand!

JIMMY: Too strong!
MACE: Stretch!

MACE: Reach, Jimmy!

[Wind continues gusting]

JIMMY: I can't reach!

JIMMY: Help!

Help!

MACE: Pull!

[Shouting and screaming]

JIMMY: Mace! Help!

[Grunting]

MACE: Pull!

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Shouting]

FEMALE PIONEER 5: All right, we got him!

[Excited shouting and laughter]

MALE PIONEER 4:
You were almost bacon on that one.

[g*n clicks as loaded]

[Suspenseful instrumental music,
background]

[Mace sighs]

Thank you.

[Waste-disposal ship rumbling]

They're dumpers.

They come every 20 or 30 days.

Sergeant, the g*n. Please.

[Jimmy laughs]

[Jimmy hollers]

JIMMY: Thanks, partner!

[Laughs]

Them no-goods would've let me
blow away.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Cheering and hollering]

[Female soprano sings sentimental melody
in background]

[Sentimental melody continues]

[Sentimental melody continues]

[Wind whistling in distance]

SANDRA: Sergeant Todd...

...what's it like?

What's it like being a soldier?

SANDRA: What do you think about?

You must think about something.

SANDRA: What about feelings, then?

You must feel something.

[Sentimental instrumental music,
background]

[Metallic clanking]

TODD: Fear.

"Fear?"

Fear and discipline.

Now?

Always.

Oh, my God.

[Festive Christmas music plays]

JIMMY: Merry Christmas!

[Distorted rumbling sound]

[Distorted sound of g*nsh*t]

Merry Christmas, Sergeant!

[Festive Christmas music continues]

[Melancholic instrumental music,
background]

JIMMY: I was going to give this scarf
to him last night, but he disappeared.

It's beautiful, Jimmy.

He'll love it.

Well, he saved my life out there.
I guess Mace told you.

You should give it to him yourself.

He's in the meeting room.

He's doing exercises.

[Repetitive metallic banging]

HAWKINS: Children...

You're supposed to be doing your lessons.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Distorted sound of explosions]

[Screaming]

[g*nshots, screaming]

[Sentimental instrumental music,
background]

[Thunderous rumbling sound]

JIMMY: Scarf!

[Jimmy gasps]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

People are upset about him.

There's going to be a meeting.

He's not fully recovered.

That's what scares people.

He gets stronger every day.

Are you scared of him, Mace?

Yes.

I've never been afraid of anyone before.
Not like this.

I feel he could break me in half
with no real effort and no real...

...feeling.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Todd gasps]

FEMALE INSTRUCTOR ON LOUDSPEAKER:
He is most happy when following orders.

A soldier shows no mercy.

Mercy is weakness.

Weakness is death.

A soldier needs no friend or family.

w*r is his friend.

The Forces are his family.

[Scream]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Snake hissing]

MACE: What the hell do you think
you're doing?

You could have k*lled him.

[Dramatic instrumental music plays softly,
background]

HAWKINS: No one here has any animosity
towards you, Sergeant.

None of us here is your enemy.

Furthermore, we respect your qualities.

We have no doubt that you are a very...

... very good soldier.

But because of your training...

...we don't think you'll ever be able
to function in a group like this:

A community of families...

... of children...

... where the ability to fight is not
the sole purpose of existence.

You're different from us, Sergeant.

We don't hate you for that.

But we have agreed
that to try to include you...

...would pose an intolerable risk
to the community itself.

We'll give you any tools you need:

Some warm clothing,
some boots, a good knife.

[Melancholic instrumental music,
background]

MACE: Sergeant, you're our friend.

It's just...

If you need us, you can ask us for help.

[Melancholic instrumental music,
background]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

[Thunder roars]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

[Wind howling]

[Spaceship rumbling]

PILOT: Command, we are on course
for Arcadia 234.

[Wind howling, objects tinkling]

[Snake hissing]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

SANDRA: How will you find him?
MACE: He'll have stayed close to the wire.

SANDRA: What'll I tell the council?

We all voted.

We voted wrong.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

MACE: Todd!

MACE: Todd...

We were wrong.

We made a mistake.

[Wind howling]

We're sorry.

[Spaceship rumbling]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

It's some kind of landing party.

Hey! Over here!

Stay with me, sir.

MEKUM ON RADIO: All units stand by
for Arcadia 234 security sweep.

Any trespassers will be considered hostile.

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

[Bell clanging]

[Panicked shouting]

Wait! What's going on?

Somebody's landing!
Jimmy Pig spotted a ship!

[Tanks rumbling]

SOLDIER 1 ON RADIO:
Two hostiles at 12:00.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Rapid g*nf*re]

CAINE 607 ON RADIO:
Hostiles eliminated.

[Groaning]

[Mace shrieks]

[Tank rumbling]

[Mace groans]

[Tank rumbling]

MACE: It's no good.

I've lost too much blood.

Why?

[Mace gasps]

Was it a mistake?

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Whispers] Oh, God, no!

Not Sandra.

Please...

...not Nathan.

MACE: Please...

[Mace sobs]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

RUBRICK: People!

They spotted people!

Two civilians, unarmed.

They k*lled both of them. They spotted
smoke from some sort of camp.

Jesus Christ! A camp?

MEKUM: Excellent.

This'll be very good experience
for the men.

Let's see how they do.

Civilians need to be protected.

Whoever they are, they don't belong there.
Officially, they're hostiles.

[Tanks rumbling]

CAINE 607 ON RADIO:
Three-man fire team only.

Prepare to deploy.

[Dramatic military music, background]

HAWKINS: Everybody!

Calm down!

Calm down.

I'm going to go out and talk to them.

Those of you with weapons,
prepare to defend us.

[Panicked reactions]

[Whispers] God, help us.

[Screaming]

[Dramatic military music, background]

NEW SOLDIER 1 ON RADIO:
Three-man fire team in position.

Crawler to fire team.

CAINE 607 ON RADIO: Engage.

Report from Crawler 1:
Everything under control.

CHURCH: Is there resistance?
RUBRICK: Ineffectual.

Three men are going in to clean them out.

Caine's ordered the rest to hold back.

Sounds reckless. Three against 50.

CHURCH: I can tell these men
have no combat experience.

The old ones, the veterans...

...they would've called for support,
just in case.

SLOAN: Speaking of the old ones...

...why don't we have Riley and his crew
put up the monitoring unit?

VETERAN COMMANDER: Atten-hut!

RILEY: Sir.

Riley?

RILEY: Will we be issued weapons, sir?
SLOAN: No, Riley.

Only soldiers get weapons.

Yes, sir!

You don't even have
to salute anymore, Riley.

[Panicked screaming and shouting]

Now!

SLADE: You need any help, partner?

Okay.

[Electronic humming]

RILEY ON RADIO: Riley and team
deploying monitor unit.

[Screaming]

SANDRA: Don't panic!

Up the stairs. Come on.

Will, take him.

SANDRA: Go, go!

Get inside the bedroom!

[Children scream]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Screaming]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

[Screaming]

[Clanking]

CAINE 607 ON RADIO: Come in, Unit 703.

Unit 703, do you copy?

[Todd inhales deeply]

A growl?

He heard a growl?

Well...

...he didn't say the word "growl."
He said, "a throat noise."

But I asked him to imitate it,
and it sounded like a growl to me.

We're obviously up against
a significant military presence here.

RUBRICK: Well, let's send in
the rest of the men.

Absolutely not.

Those b*stards are just waiting
for us in there.

No.

MEKUM: We don't fall for an ambush.

Colonel...

...my daddy always said:

"When you want to insert a nail
into a piece of wood...

"...you don't do anything
fancy or glamorous.

"Just take the damn hammer
and hit the son of a b*tch till it's in."

What exactly does that crap mean
in English, Captain?

Withdraw your men.

Load them up with heavy a*tillery.

At night, they'll go back and pound
that place with mortars, rockets, cannons...

...everything we got...

... from a safe distance.

It ain't fancy...

...but it will sure take care
of your hostile military force.

MEKUM: All right, do it.
Withdraw the men.

SANDRA: Push really hard, okay? Hard.

[Slow, dramatic instrumental music,
background]

SANDRA: Nathan.

SANDRA: They k*lled him, didn't they?

[Sandra cries softly]

[Dramatic military music, background]

How do you know they'll be back?

Because they're soldiers, sir...

...like me.

SANDRA: Why are they doing this?
TODD: They're obeying orders, sir.

It's their duty.

Do you know how many they'll be?

Seventeen more, sir.

SANDRA: You can't fight 17 on your own.

SANDRA: You have to organize us.
We're not cowards.

We'll do as you tell us.

SANDRA: We'll fight.
TODD: No.

Why not?

Soldiers deserve soldiers, sir.

SANDRA: But one soldier...

...against 17?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to k*ll them all, sir.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

MEKUM ON RADIO: Crawlers 1 and 2...

... proceed to settlement...

... and commence bombardment.

[Tanks rumbling]

Crawler 1, we are red.

DRIVER 1 ON RADIO: We are red.

Crawler 2 to Crawler 1:

CAINE 607: Report.
DRIVER 1: Crawler 2, we are two down.

Responding to sn*per activity.

RUBRICK: Crawlers 1 and 2, split up.

Crawler 1, locate and neutralize the sn*per.

Caine 607...

... proceed to the settlement
and commence bombardment.

Roger, 1. We're proceeding to target.

[Tanks rumbling]

DRIVER 1 ON RADIO: Crawler 1,
deploying ground forces.

[Soldier screams]

[Snake hisses]

[Soldier shrieks]

[Soldier continues shrieking]

[Eerie, distorted sound effects]

[Distorted rumbling]

[Blast in distance]

[Eerie, distorted sound effects]

[Eerie, distorted sound effects]

[Distorted sound of footsteps]

CORPORAL ON RADIO: All units...

... report.

NEW SOLDIER 7 ON RADIO: 438, negative.

NEW SOLDIER 8 ON RADIO: 515, negative.

NEW SOLDIER 9 ON RADIO: 523, negative.

CORPORAL ON RADIO:
Squad 1, to your 9:00!

Squad 2, stand by with covering fire!

[Fast-paced, dramatic instrumental music,
background]

[Soldiers scream]

CORPORAL ON RADIO:
Enemy sn*per at 12:00!

NEW SOLDIER 11 ON RADIO:
sn*per located!

[Continuous g*nf*re]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Soldier screams]

NEW SOLDIER 12: Ambush!
NEW SOLDIER 13: Retreat!

[Beeping]

[Wind howling]

[Soldier groans]

[Soldiers scream]

I think we have to assume
that the missing men are down.

CHURCH: Maybe you should've
made them smart instead of fast.

[g*nf*re]

RUBRICK ON RADIO:
Squad 1, do you copy?

Squad 2, do you copy?

Squad 3, do you copy?

CAINE 607 ON RADIO: 607 to Command.
1.5 clicks from settlement.

Will engage enemy in two minutes.

RUBRICK ON RADIO: Roger, 607.

DRIVER 1 ON RADIO:
Crawler 1 to Command.

We have lost radio contact
with all ground units.

We are still searching for the sn*per.

[Tank rumbling]

[Wind howling]

[g*nshots]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Todd groans]

[Tank rumbles and screeches]

[Pioneers scream]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Pioneers scream]

[Multiple explosions]

[Electronic beeping]

Crawler 2 to Crawler 1. Come in, 1.

TODD ON RADIO: One.

Two to one. Take your port to our 9:00
and commence firing.

TODD ON RADIO: Affirmative, 2.
Port to 9:00 and commence firing.

[Screaming]

CAINE 607: Crawler 2 to Crawler 1.

Again, proceed to Port 9:00.

TODD ON RADIO: Affirmative.

Proceed to Port 9:00.

Where's my father?

[Electronic beeping]

Two to one.

You're still on 12:00. Correct: 9:00.

TODD ON RADIO: Affirmative, 2.

CAINE 607 ON RADIO: Crawler 1!

You're on a collision course with me!

Affirmative, 2.

RUBRICK ON RADIO: Crawler 1,
do you copy?

Crawler 2, do you copy?

Are any of you men out there?

Can any of you men hear me?

TODD ON RADIO: Your men...

... are obsolete.

MEKUM: Try Number 1.

RUBRICK: I tried Number 1!
I can't get either!

CHURCH: This is bad. We don't know
what we're up against. How many?

SLOAN: They couldn't get figures
on enemy troops.

We're sitting ducks.
There could be a few divisions out there.

We don't even have the weapons
to arm the old soldiers.

MEKUM: Is that a recrimination?

Because if it is,
I will have you court-martialed.

SLOAN: No, sir.

CHURCH: All right, don't panic.
Don't panic.

I am not panicking!

[Thunder roars]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Caine 607 gags]

Captain...

...you must have some
of those new D X-57s on board.

CHURCH: Planet K*llers, you mean.

We carry 15.

MEKUM: One's enough.

We set it on a short fuse
and we get out of here.

Boom. We win.

SANDRA: Brave. It means that even
when you're scared...

...you control your emotions.

You make the fear be really small and tiny.

[Crash]

WILL: Oh, no!

[Suspenseful instrumental music,
background]

[Children whimper]

We should go, sir.

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Thunder roars]

Take him.

Go back.

[Sandra gasps]

SANDRA: Go back! Go back!

[Sandra sobs]

[Thunder roars]

[Thunder roars]

[Caine 607 howls]

[Grunting and groaning]

[Caine 607 howls]

[Caine 607 shrieks]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Neck cracks]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Electronic beeping]

[Wind howling]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

Right horizontal.

Roger. Right horizontal checks green.

What are we waiting for?

Give us a go.

We'll give Riley and his men
seven more minutes.

MEKUM: f*ck them. Let's just go.
CHURCH: Abandon them?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
I'm the captain...

I'm your superior officer.
It's my mission, my call. I say go.

Losing men in combat is one thing,
abandoning them...

I'm not going to die
because of your pompous bullshit.

This is a direct order. Understand?
Take off now!

[Church snickers]

Don't walk away from me,
you sniveling, West Point piece of...

[g*nsh*t]

Take the helm, Sloan.

MEKUM: Let's launch this thing.

Come on! On the double! Let's go!

Close up the lower hatch.

[Electronic humming]

Punch up your port power cluster.

What was that?

What was what?

[Repetitive thumping]

SLOAN: Get off of me!

MEKUM: f*cking morons! Get your hands
off me! Ten minutes to go, understand?

You're k*lling yourselves!

RUBRICK: What are you doing?

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

You?

[Mekum gasps]

MEKUM: Please.

Please.

MEKUM: No!

[Shouting]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

RUBRICK: Don't leave us!

We must get out of here!

RUBRICK: Colonel!

[Spaceship rumbling]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Electronic beeping]

RUBRICK: It's getting ready to detonate!
We must stop it!

Fourteen seconds! Hurry!

SLOAN: I can't remember if it's 6-7 or 7-6!

- Get out of the way!
- No, you don't know what you're doing!

RUBRICK: Hurry, hurry!

[Sloan gasps]

[Electronic beeping]

[Scattered voices]

[Sentimental instrumental music,
background]

[Electronic beeping]

TODD: There.

Aye-aye, sir.

RILEY: Setting course
for the Trinity Moons.

[Sentimental instrumental music
plays softly]

[Sentimental music intensifies]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]