him.
Fuck you! We're not leaving him here.
He's got one inside of him. I can smell it.
Inside me?
Inside me? What's inside me?
I don't want one of those things
birthing anywhere near my ass.
- It's a bad risk.
- What's inside me?
- We can'tjust leave him here.
- You came here to stop 'em spreading.
- What's inside me?
- Can't you stop it?
- We've got no time.
- We can't do it here. The lab's out of order.
I could do him.
What's inside me?
What's in-fucking-side me?
A parasite!
A foreign element.
There's a monster in your chest.
These guys hijacked your ship,
and they sold your cryotube to this human.
And he put an alien inside of you.
It's a really nasty one.
And in a few hours, it will burst its way
through your ribcage,
and you're gonna die.
Any questions?
Who are you?
I'm the monster's mother.
If we freeze him on the Betty,
the doctor can remove it later.
- Fine by me.
- Since when were you in goddamn charge?
Since you were born without balls!
Ease off, people!
All right, you come with us.
You might even live.
Get twitchy on me, you'll be shot.
Let's move out.
It's a mess down there. Is this the only way?
Vriess! We gotta lose the chair.
I know.
- Kawlang manoeuvre, right?
- Yeah. Just like old times.
Yeah.
Must be the cooling tanks.
Somebody must have opened the valves.
The nasties couldn't do that, could they?
We're at the bottom of the ship.
We have to go through the kitchen.
Maybe 90ft.
To the elevator on the other side.
- I don't like it.
- What's to like?
- This sucks!
- Wren, are you sure about the distance?
Yes!
- You ready to get wet, partner?
- Yeah.
Hey, will your weapons fly underwater?
They're disposables. They can take it.
Disposables?
Hey, I heard about those.
- How many rounds?
- 20.
Split points give you a good hole,
even if it's smaller calibre.
That's cool!
They're big with hitters
cos you throw 'em away after the job.
I wouldn't like to throw away a weapon
I'm attached to.
Yeah.
Guess I don't have to tell everyone
to take a deep breath.
When we hit the surface, no backstroke, OK?
Jesus Christ!
They set a goddamn trap.
It's a goddamn ambush!
Distephano!
It won't break.
Give me your weapon.
You really are way too trusting.
No!
No!
You killed her! You bastard!
I'll get you!
Father, lock the door!
Christie! Climb!
Climb! Come on!
Come on!
It's jammed! Move it!
It's jammed!
Get off my foot, bitch!
Johner!
Get off me!
Johner!
Die, motherfucker!
Do it, man!
Real nice party, ain't it?
Christie!
Christie!
Christie!
No!
Christie!
Christie!
What are you doing? Don't do it!
Don't!
We can make it!
No!
Damn!
This way.
Come on!
Baby, am I glad to see you!
I was sure that asshole got you. Are you hurt?
I'm fine.
- You got body armour on?
- Yeah. Come on.
You took it in the chest. I saw it.
You're a robot?
Son of a bitch! Our little Call
is just full of surprises.
I should've known.
No human being is that humane.
I thought synthetics were logical.
You just a big old psycho, girl!
- You're a robot?
- You're a Second Gen, aren't you?
You're an Auton.
Robots designed by robots, right?
- Ha!
- That's right, I remember.
They were meant to revitalise
the synthetic industry.
Instead they buried it.
They don't like being told what to do.
The government ordered a recall.
Now, I heard...
I heard that only a few
had gotten out in time.
Man, I never thought that I would see one!
Great. She's a toaster oven.
Can we leave now?
- How long before we land?
- Two hours.
Vriess, you got a wrench?
Maybe she just needs an oil change.
Sorry. Access denied.
- And I almost fucked it.
- Like you never fucked a robot!
If Wren gets in the computer,
he could screw us.
- We gotta find a terminal.
- There's no console on this level.
- We'd have to go back.
- We can't go back.
- And I don't know Wren's access codes.
- Help me.
Call...
No. I can't.
Right. You're the new model droid.