Alien Intruder (1993)

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Vessel, USS Holly,

Class E, Salvage Vehicle.

Status, distress beacon activated.

Radio silence for the past 47 hours.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on.

Navigation system log out,

please try another directory.

You ain't going nowhere.

Come on.

Ah.

Hey, Rick?

Subspace
communication lock out.

Please try another directory.

You want to dance, Borman,
let's dance.

Dance on this.

God damn it, Borman, I saw her
first.

She's mine, Borman.

You're getting warmer, doc.

Red hot, Doc.

Oh, where'd you learn to sh**t,
Doc.

They ought to give you back the
money.

Say goodbye, dickhead.

Oh.

Damage control
report, fire in storage bay 12.

K-Lock system activated.

Please try another directory.

Engineering override lock out.

Please try... warning.

Security breach, main bridge.

Security breach...

Forget it, Captain.

Jesus, Lieutenant, don't do
this.

The least you can do is
congratulate me.

I'm getting married.

Wait a minute, remember the
first time we all saw here.

For God's sake, man, don't you
remember what we all said?

It's my fiancee you're talking
about, as*h*le.

Borman, I'm giving you a direct
order.

f*ck you, old man.

Not having your best day, are
you, Captain?

Borman, eight.

Crew, zip.

You're mine.

Jesus, Lieutenant, in God's
name, don't do this.

Ariel?

Ariel?

Got a light, fly boy?

Come on, sport.

Give your fiance a light.

You know, all this sizzle and
burn is making me hot.

You, uh, you feeling horny,
Borman, baby?

Oh my God.

Kind of makes you want to hit
the sack, doesn't it?

I mean, that is what you're all
about, isn't it?

Who are you?

The future Mrs. Borman.

Oh, come on, sport.

There's no need to be so
melodramatic.

Earth, 2022 AD,
maximum security prison,

New Alcatraz.

sh*t, DJ.

I'll teach you for cheating

Let me in.

Mancuso, Nick, navigator first
class.

What's he in for?

Mutiny.

Mutiny, huh?

He was the ringleader, almost
pulled it off too.

You had a problem with the
captain of your vessel?

Yeah, I had a problem.

He went f*cking bananas.

What kind of navigator is he?

Rated in the top one percentile

at the Annapolis Space Academy.

You still want him?

Yeah, I still want him.

sh*t.

Damn, DJ.

What is that?

Top clearance on all system
three programs.

A real computer jock.

He's as good as they get.

What kind of time are you
doing, DJ?

Life without parole.

Somehow he managed to penetrate

the military budget requisition
computers inside Mount Thunder.

They picked him up inside a bank
in Zurich.

He was withdrawing $500,000 from
his new Swiss account.

How much does he have in his
account?

$20 million American.

He'll do.

God damn it, DJ.

Peter McClellan, engineer first
grade.

Life no parole, drunk driving.

Wiped out an entire family on
the Autobahn outside Houston.

A booze hound, huh?

He's been sober for three
years.

Isn't that right, McClellan?

Hey, what's all this about?

Just answer the question,
McClellan.

Yeah, right, three years.

Bring him in.

Oh, sh*t.

Go ahead.

I f*cking die outside.

I die inside.

What the f*ck difference does it
make?

Crane, Lloyd, demolitions
expert.

Blew an armored car, took out a
pizza joint along with it,

five dead.

You like to blow things, huh?

Not as much as I like to f*ck.

I bet you like to do that a
lot.

Well, what do you want?

I got a d*ck with a will of
iron.

What did you use to blow the
armored truck?

Plastique.

I'd say you used too much.

Well, welcome back, Lloyd.

Thanks, DJ.

Nice map you gave me.

It sucked.

If you could read, you
Neanderthal, I got you outside,

didn't I?

Yeah, me and any 15 other
guards.

What did you do, sell them the
map too?

How do you think I got my
laptop?

I'm looking for a few good men.

Four assholes doing life.

That's the point, Mancuso.

Flat out.

None of you have much of an
option on your future.

As it stands now, each one of
you

is going to die in this
hellhole.

If you volunteer for this
mission, you roll the dice,

you hit your number, you're free
men when we get back.

And we roll snake eyes?

You die a million miles away
from home.

Well, hell, ain't that like
walking into a whorehouse

with the lights out?

I told you all you're going to
know.

A rescue mission?

That's not much.

Yeah.

I'd like some input here.

OK.

There's a freighter running
dark.

We're going to go up there, hook
her up, and tow her home.

That's it?

That's all you're going to tell
us?

It's need to know, or back to
your cells.

You're a gambler, aren't you,
Mancuso?

According to your dossier, you
like the cards.

You play the right hand, and
you're

a free man in eight months.

And if I don't?

Your cell's waiting for you,
plus a couple of new cellmates.

You guys got all the cards,
don't you?

Well, I tell you what, I've
wound up with a lot

of dogs in those dark rooms.

Uh-uhn.

I'll take my chances back in the
stir.

There's one more thing.

The Aphrodite Program.

What the hell are you talking
about?

He's talking about virtual
reality.

It's called The Weekend.

You choose your woman, your
fantasy.

Friday nights at 5 o'clock you
all have the weekend off.

Our own private programs?

You choose your poison.

We choose the broads, huh?

It's your weekend.

Well, hot f*cking damn.

Vessel, USS Presley,

Class E salvage vehicle.

Crew, five man, one positronic
android, Model 4.

Mission time, three months into
deep space.

So then I hopped the barbed
wire and I gutted the guard.

Hey, pay attention.

So then I gutted the guard.

I grabbed his Luger and...

I freed half the POWs in that
camp.

Why only half the POWs, Lloyd?

Because, digit head, I knew the
weekend was nearly over,

and I still had to rendezvous
with my Fraulein

in the beer garden in Berlin.

So what did you do, brainiac?

Fix Al Capone's tax returns?

Or did you slide your bookmark
into Marian the librarian?

For your information, Captain
Marvelous, I was at the Kremlin

naked in bed sipping a cold
vodka

with a Russian double agent
snuggled up next to me.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Hm.

Male or female?

Hey, f*ck you, Lloyd.

Attention all crew members,

weekend will commence at 1700
hours.

Yee-haw.

In about a half hour, I'm gonna
be heading

to the wild, wild west, where
we'll

do some shooters humping and
grinding in the saddle, boy.

Well you better be careful,
Lloyd.

Even though this is a fantasy,
farm animals

still carry disease.

I knew that.

Good.

Hey, this is bullshit.

Peter and Nick are already in
their pods.

They must have quit early.

We should get extra time just
for that.

Quit your bitching.

Get in your pod.

Where are you going?

I'm going to 1952.

Yeah?

Well, I'm going to the wild,
wild west.

See you later, cowboy.

Yee-haw.

Well, hot f*cking damn.

That feel good, Lloyd?

Oh, it sure does, Amy.

I ordered you the biggest steak
in the house.

Well, big steaks take a long
time to cook, don't they?

Oh.

They sure do.

Tarnation, Lloyd, you're some
kind of mule, ain't you?

Yeah.

You ought to knock before you
barge

in on a man with a loaded g*n.

Now, darling, I brought you a
big old piece of meat here.

Looks like you already got one.

Oh, did you hear?

Frank Strange and his g*ng are
coming

into town on the noon train.

Enjoy your meat.

Frank Strange.

Frank Strange, didn't you hear?

Yep.

I put that varmint in
Leavenworth.

But, oh, well.

It was better than Paris,
Peter.

I've learned a lot since then,
sweetheart.

I want to be with you always.

I never bet on tomorrow.

Who knows what fate has in store
for us, huh?

Ah.

Why don't you try knocking
sometime, Leo?

Just make a fist and hit the
door.

Mr. Peter, Captain Lubert is on
his way here.

I'll meet you downstairs.

You may hear me
singing the blues, baby.

Please, don't get me confused,
baby.

For you.

Thanks.

Nice to see you.

The usual.

Captain Lubert is going to want
to see the documents.

Captain Lubert does not always
get what he wants.

When did she start working for
me?

Tonight.

Mr. Peter, the documents,
please?

Relax, my old friend.

Enjoy the song.

A cheek to cheek slow dance.

When I'm sitting the blues.

Well, well.

I think I'm thirsty.

Then go get it yourself.

I'm in the mood for a little
room service.

Hey, f*ck you.

No, f*ck you.

You got any gas, Pops?

Yep.

$0.25 a gallon.

Two bits a gallon?

Yeah, that's about the going
price.

Two bits.

Is that all the money?

That is highway robbery, Pops.

Kid, take it easy.

I...I...I...

Hey, you know what I don't like
about citizens like you?

What?

Look, just leave me alone, huh?

Hey, you never.

You never pull the trigger.

Leave my grandfather alone.

Please?

Cool it, Turk.

Hey, Nicky, hey.

It was like totally awesome out
there.

The waves were out of sight.

I'm like gushy flesh all over.

So, what do you want to do
tomorrow?

Wind surfing sounds good, huh?

I'm going to go take a quick
shower.

Nick, can I get you something?

Come here.

Amazing.

Simply amazing.

I'll wait for you here, OK?

All right.

Attention all crew members,

weekend is now over.

You know what, guys?

I already can't wait till next
weekend.

Did you have fun in the '50s
there, DJ?

Oh.

You ever ride a Harley before?

I can't say that I have, but I
can say I just

rode the sh*t out of a bathtub.

Hey, Marlon, did you get to
screw the trash compactor?

You're leaking.

Morning, Marlon.

Boy, something about seeing him
on Monday morning

reminds me why I'm not married.

Hey, I heard a joke for you.

How many New Yorkers to take to
change a light bulb?

None.

f*ck you.

Hey, guys, wait up.

We're back.

Where's Mancuso?

He's on the bridge.

You know, I've been up here
with that guy for three months

now, and I just realized he's a
manic depressive.

Now you ain't too quick on the
draw, are you, partner?

Did you have a nice weekend,
Mancuso?

You changed the course.

That's right.

I'm supposed to be the
navigator.

Why the hell didn't you tell me
first?

You're on a need to know basis,
Mancuso.

Or did you forget?

So anyway, there I was, my six
g*n drawn,

figured some jackass would come
gunning for me.

But it was a broad.

I mean, Peter, I thought I had
died and gone ahead.

Are you trying to me you
reprogrammed your weekend

so that you have two women?

Hell, if I could do that, do
you

think I'd settle for just two?

Coordinates at cosine 0.75,
projected gravitational sling

past the Delphi System?

So there we are.

Are you sure?

You should know.

Computers don't lie.

You come busting in here on me
like that again, Mancuso,

and I'll fry your cortex.

I just ran a projection.

You're taking us into G Sector.

You got a problem with that?

Yeah.

I like staying alive.

You're unique in that matter,
Mancuso.

I know what G Sector is.

Well, you know where the door
is.

It's hump day, boys.

Hump diggity dog day.

We are sliding on down to the
weekend.

You boys keep worrying about
that damn G Sector,

and old Mr. Pecker going to pack
his bags and go on home.

Hump day.

Your bet.

The sector's uncharted, Lloyd.

They've sent electromagnetic
probes out there.

Every one of them has come back
blank.

What are you saying?

There's nothing there?

According to our definition.

But we're going in there to
rescue somebody?

Oh, great.

Right smack in the middle of
it.

Dead space, gentlemen.

Holy Jesus Christ, I can't
believe I'm sitting here,

playing poker with a bunch of
Alices.

No one's ever made it out of
there, man.

What are you, some kind of
boogey man?

Hell, the only thing that
concerns

me is whether that new filly is
going

to be sitting her fine self
right here on Friday night.

Oh, by the way...

New filly, Lloyd?

Jealous?

No.

Hump day.

Where the hell did you get
this?

I found it.

There's no label on it, man.

Don't lie to me, you as*h*le.

Where the f*ck did you get it?

Hey, sh*t, what's wrong with
you, man?

Easy.

What's that?

Let's go.

What gives?

It's a distress signal.

The origin is in G Sector.

I'm getting a Doppler reading
on that distress signal.

Got an ETA?

Yeah, seven, maybe eight days.

Thanks, big guy.

What is this?

Noose and a mosquito.

A week, huh?

That's the guess.

Listen to the man.

One week, seven days, and we
hook that sucker up,

turn around, and tow her home.

We're all going to be free men.

Gotta love this guy, right?

A piece of cake.

Space cake.

I tell you boys what, I'm going
to take you

and you and DJ to the best
little bar in Houston.

Picture this.

Ice cold brews served up by the
most

naked women you've ever seen.

Real women, huh?

The kind that will slap you
upside the head you

get out of line.

You buying?

Hell, you got all my money.

I'll let you win a few hands.

OK, you as*h*le.

Brick sh*t house.

You in?

Yeah.

What the hell's that?

Damage control.

Damage control.

Oxygen line rupture, forward
grid.

Damage control.

Damage control.

Oxygen line rupture.

Shut the main valve.

I got it.

It's frozen.

What do we do?

Air pressure at 30,000 and
falling.

Try to vent the... Lloyd.

We go to auxiliary.

Hey, this is frozen too.

Get it down.

We've got to go down to
auxiliary, sir.

Commander Skylar, you will take
us down to your cabin and we

will to auxiliary.

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on.

What do we got?

22,000.

Right here, sir.

Get out.

What?

These codes are for eyes only,
Mancuso.

Just do it, Commander.

Main power now offline.

Auxiliary reactor online.

That damn pipe should not have
burst.

That was too damn close.

Listen, I thought you guys were
supposed to have done priority

section search on this.

I stress tested it myself.

Yeah, in your fantasy.

Nice job.

You almost f*cking k*lled us.

Hey, I didn't miss nothing.

Easy, easy.

Look, you go check the
schematics, all right?

Go ahead.

Get out of here.

Let's patch this sucker up and
get on it.

- I tested it, Nick. - I believe
you.

Let's go.

Don't go anywhere, Marlon.

Do you think this is going to
hold it?

We'll know in a minute.

That son of a b*tch.

Hold it. Hold it.

Hey.

I'll fix that little wise a*s.

Jesus Christ.

Relax, man.

Just relax.

what You heard it too?

You f*cking jackass.

Hey, listen, wait a minute.

Hey.

Hey, I thought you were the
only other guy around here

with a brain in his head.

Now, listen, you reduce the odds
of us getting back any further,

and I'll end it for you.

It wasn't me, I swear.

Look.

I broke it myself.

I broke it in two when I found
out how it screwed Peter up.

I didn't do it.

Somebody's screwing with us,
man.

Big time.

sh*t.

One week before we turn around
and go home and this

has to happen.

Talk about bad timing.

You think you fixed it?

We'll now in a minute.

What time is it?

Two hours to Weekend.

Well, maybe my timing is not so
bad after all.

OK, let her rip.

OK, Skylar, let her rip.

Let her rip.

Maybe I spoke too soon?

Maybe he's drunk.

Well, whatever he's drinking,
I'm

going to buy that man a case.

Mr. Pecker is talking.

He says the weekend has arrived.

Auxiliary power offline.

Main reactor online.

So you're going back to where
men are men

and the cows are scared, right,
Hoss?

Suck it, DJ.

OK.

Lloyd, Lloyd, you can't.

There's too many of them.

Annie, go on back to the hotel.

Annie, I ain't going to live my
life

wondering when Frank Strange is
going to come gunning for me.

Besides, this town ain't safe
till that skunk

a*s ploecat is six feet under.

Now, go on.

It ain't safe out here.

Now go on.

Give me that.

I've been waiting five years
for this.

A man shouldn't wait that long
to die, Frank.

I don't plan to.

What the?

It ain't supposed to happen this
way.

Say good bye.

Wait a minute.

The program...

Gary Cooper, you're not.

Annie?

Annie?

I'm sorry.

Do my back, cowboy?

Hot damn.

I like my blues clean.

I like them dirty.

As good as new, or like in 1930.

Give me the blues in the
morning,

the blues in the night.

That's the only sound that makes
me feel just right.

Ah, Captain Lubert, a cognac?

Hand over the documents, then
we shall have a cognac.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

You are a fool.

Maybe.

But there's a w*r going on out
there, Lubert,

and those documents are going to
make a difference.

Maybe not today, maybe not
tomorrow, but someday.

Peter, I'm afraid this is the
end of a beautiful friendship.

Arrest him.

Mind if I finish my drink?

I'm not playing the rest.

I have felt my best while
singing the blues.

Peter.

Get down.

Oh.

She's not supposed to die.

Hey, I said, cool it, man.

Hey, you better be ready for
me, DJ.

What's the matter?

Ain't you got no gonads?

You let citizens push you
around?

I don't let nobody push me
around, not even you, Turk.

Your old man's a p*nsy.

Come on.

b*tch.

We gonna ride or what?

I don't get it.

Just ride.

Some fine piece of machinery you
got here, guy.

Hey, you, get your hands off
that bike.

It's mine.

Wait.

Wait a second.

What about your grandfather?

Screw him.

What are you doing?

This isn't my program.

That's nice.

OK.

OK.

What?

What's going on?

Hey.

Hey.

Babe, what's going on?

You.

Where's the other girl?

Oh, she's, um, she's taking a
dip.

Just... I told you I'm not into
this sh*t.

Oh, God.

Whoever put you in the program
sure got a nasty streak in him.

Now tell me, tell me you don't
like nasty.

Oh.

Oh, your body is saying yes.

But your eyes are saying no.

You got that straight.

Hm, that's what I'm talking
about.

Knock it off.

You know you want it.

You keep telling me.

Ariel.

Ariel.

No.

No.

What the hell?

What's going on?

The ship is breaking apart,
man.

We'd better get extra time for
this, damn it.

Whoa.

Commander?

Commander?

Your ship is falling apart.

We'll make it.

We passed over.

The G Sector.

I thought someone was accessing
my program.

That's why I lost it when i
heard that song.

Well, we've all seen her, right?

It's the same woman.

In my fantasy, she tossed a
lighter

and blew up the entire gas
station.

Swear to God, her grandfather in
it.

You guys talk like it's real.

Nick's right.

It could have been an anomaly,
probably,

probably an electromagnetic
glitch when

we came over into G Sector.

Well, maybe you're right, but
stuff

like that in a computer program
doesn't just show up by itself.

Somebody had to put it there.

Somebody with a sick sense of
humor.

She ain't a f*cking glitch.

Then what is she, Lloyd?

Well, maybe if you were a man
you'd know.

Hey, take it easy.

God, come on.

Hey, screw you, Mancuso.

Oh, you got all the answers,
don't you?

You win all my money at poker,
and now, you

sh*t on my fantasy.

Hey, you're slime.

You're crazy.

And you're history.

Attention all crew members,

report to the bridge
immediately.

Attention all crew members,
report to the bridge

immediately.

Come on, guys, you deaf?

Attention all crew members,

report to the bridge.

She isn't real, is she?

Attention all
crew members, report...

Remember that bar of yours in
Houston where

the girls serve you naked?

Yeah.

Keep it in your head.

I'm going to buy you the coldest
beer in Texas.

Let's go see what this is all
about.

What's going on?

We found the Holly.

Yeah.

Where's that sum b*tch?

Left 2.

Left, 2, commander.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Stand by for firing retros four
and seven.

Begin now.

3, 2, 1, fire.

Ignition.

We have ignition.

Confirm alignment on transverse
connector.

Alignment's confirmed.

Let her go.

We have a secure dock.

McClellan, DJ, you stay on the
bridge.

Mancuso and Crane, board with
me.

Prepare to board.

Damn it.

All this way, I don't even get
it go.

Consider yourself lucky.

So where are the triggers on
these babies?

Space commission charter
forbids you

from carrying weapons.

When we board the Holly, you
might wish

you'd broken the rules, sir.

Let me worry about that,
Mancuso.

Let's go.

Holly's a sister ship.

Everything an exact duplicate.

Holy sh*t.

Jesus Christ.

All right, everybody keep
going.

Holy sh*t.

What the heck is this?

It's a series 40.

Fail safe device.

Every ship in the fleet has one.

Yeah, they started using them
in the year 2011.

It'll keep the enemy from
stealing our technology.

Like a b*mb?

Oh, no, much more effective.

Its turbines work directly into
the pipes

of the ship creating enough
pressure to blow

the whole God damn works.

This guy was trying to blow up
the whole ship.

Why would he be doing that?

You got any theories, Commander?

You got any theories?

What the hell are you doing,
Mancuso?

I'm doing my job, whatever that
is.

You won't find anything.

The system's been busted.

Oh, Jesus.

You ask me, these guys were
firing at each other,

and the winner cooked himself.

You gonna tell us what's going
on here?

We'll return to the Presley.

Hook a line out and bring it
back.

God damn it, Commander, there
are Americans

dead all over the ship.

What was the Holly doing out
here in the first place?

Get the hell out of here.

Peter, where in the hell's that
coffee?

Peter?

Quit playing with yourself and
get me some coffee, please?

And hold the cream, OK?

Peter?

Peter.

Peter?

Hey, a cup of coffee too much
for you?

You k*lled her.

You know I live for caffeine.

You k*lled her.

God damn it, you k*lled her.

You need to try some decaf,
Peter.

Oh, sh*t,

Oh, sh*t,

Booby trapped and this place is
a g*dd*mn minefield.

Let's get the f*ck out of here.

Come on, we've got to keep
going.

Try it again.

Nothing.

This damn computer's not
responding.

Where the hell have you been?

I tried to French kiss a
meteor.

Look, you've got to get inside
this thing.

You've got to override this
computer, all right?

I've given it a command for 180
degree turn, no dice.

We're going home, right?

You got that right, Bub.

Now you push those buttons right
and get this baby home.

DJ?

I can't override the ship's
onboard navigational system.

I'm locked out.

OK, use everything you know,
man, but get inside and get us

the hell out of here.

DJ said Peter just wigged out.

He kept yelling, DJ k*lled her.

Sh.

Just like that, like a rabid
dog or something.

DJ had to take him down.

Here we go.

Is that identical to the Holly?

Yep, five minute delay, whole
nine yards.

Can you disable it?

No f*cking way.

Jesus, I thought you were going
back to the quarters.

You know, it's 20,000 bolts to
the brain for a mutiny, Nick.

The way Skylar is going on, the
point may be moot.

The real question is, can you
get inside this thing?

Hell, man, I can make a b*mb
out of a cowpie.

Well, maybe you better start
looking

for some cows, bull breath.

Here, boss.

Here, baby.

50, 20...

Find anything, DJ?

Do you mind not smoking in my
face?

What, are we slipping into some
black hole

of hairless space?

I thought you left your woman
at home.

Watch it, boy.

Can't override this.

There's no way.

You can't put your initials in
for high score?

Ha ha.

Hey, those are the virtual
reality programs.

Single, no.

Double helix, sh*t, running
diagnostic for infections.

Infection?

You mean, we can catch VD from
these programs?

Holy sh*t.

This is serious.

Do you mind?

Why don't you go stick plastique
down your pants

and blow yourself.

Hey, listen, DJ, if I need to
be wearing chaps,

you know when I'm riding in the
saddle,

you'd better come clean with me
now, boy.

Listen to me, Lloyd.

If what I see here is right,
we're

going to need a lot more than
lambskin to protect us.

Ow. Ow.

Ow.

It's me.

What?

I found something.

OK, I couldn't get into the
ship's navigational system, so,

I know.

I know.

So I tried breaking into other
programs

and I went through everything on
the ship,

and then I got to our weekend
programs and I found this.

So what am I looking at?

It's a virus of some kind.

Only I think it's screwing up
every system

we have on the ship.

Use the antiviral program.

I tried that.

Nothing happened.

So I ran a biochemical scan of
it.

You mean it's alive?

Yeah, something like that.

It's coded like our DNA, only
it's like nothing

I've ever seen before.

You're telling me it's alien?

What I'm telling you is, that
in our world,

nothing like this even exists,
OK?

Watch, I'll generate an image
using the information

from the DNA code.

You clever, clever boys.

You two have gone where no men
have gone before.

I'm proud.

And you know pride makes me so
horny.

Oh my god.

Oh, you won't be needing this
anymore.

You know, you came up here a
boy,

but you're going home a man.

Stop it.

Skylar, put it down.

She's mine, Mancuso.

So jealous.

It's not a she.

First, the Holly, now us.

Whatever they are, they're
sucking us in.

Don't forget the Joplin.

And that was the first.

That was why the Holly was up
here, looking for the Joplin.

Of course, they didn't find
much.

I got off 10 seconds before she
blew.

And you came back, didn't you,
pumpkin?

This time to stay.

They're going to send another
ship looking for us,

and another and another.

How many men are going to die,
Commander?

Every member of your fleet, we
hope.

sh*t.

He's down coded it.

Hey, where's Lloyd?

She came to me, Nick.

It wasn't the Weekend.

It was real.

Pete, will you knock it off?

It's only going to take about
two words

from that holographic b*tch for
Skylar to be back in here

wasting all of us.

Listen to me, man, The Holly's
gone, so's the Joplin.

Who knows how many others?

This guy's got to be stopped. -
Hey.

Hey.

Jesus Christ, you're talking
about mutiny.

Yeah.

I don't seem to have too much
luck with authority figures,

do I?

Now, look, DJ, I'm going to need
you.

I need your smarts.

Those assholes at fleet will
never buy my story alone.

Can I count on you?

Yeah.

Yes.

Good man.

Pete?

I can't believe it.

She was going to marry me.

Pete.

He's gone.

Damn, you look good when you
sweat.

Return with me now to the
thrilling days of yesteryear.

This little gal sure enjoyed
your six g*n, Lloyd.

You remember how it felt?

So good.

It was so perfect.

I never met a man that fit me
like you do.

Do it, Lloyd.

Do it.

They we'll have forever.

Lloyd?

Huh?

It wasn't locked.

No matter.

I just like to blow sh*t up
anyway.

You're the man.

Ariel?

She's mine, as*h*le.

No, no, no.

b*stard.

self-destruct command

initiating.

Ship will self-destruct in T
minus five minutes.

You're dead, Mancuso.

Oh, sh*t.

DJ?

Ship will self-destruct in T

minus 4 minutes 30 seconds.

- Ah! - DJ!

Ah!

Ariel, I'm ready.

Peter, no!

Come to Mama.

Peter, don't!

Ship will self-destruct in T

minus 3 minutes 30 seconds.

Ship will self-destruct

in T minus 3 minutes.

Ship will self-destruct in T
minus 2 minutes 30 seconds.

Drop it.

You screwed up, as*h*le.

I could have stopped the count
down.

There's always the escape
module, darling.

I'm going to frag your cortex.

Ariel, Ariel, no.

No.

No. Not him.

No, me.

Me.

I love you.

Don't.

No.

I did it all for you.

Don't you see?

I love you.

Why?

Why'd you help me?

I don't know.

I guess, I just like you best.

It's been nice knowing you, you
b*tch.

Ship will self-destruct

in T minus 1 minute 30 seconds.

Hiya, sport.

I;d make this a really dry
batch.

The ship will self-destruct

in T minus 1 minute.

It's just you and me now,
right, babe?

Ship will self-destruct

in T minus 50 seconds.

Ship will self-destruct in T
minus 40 seconds.

The ship will self-destruct in T
minus 30 seconds.

I really hope you don't die.

I think we have something very
special.

Ship will self-destruct

in T minus 10 seconds.

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, goodbye.

I know it's going to be a
little cramped, handsome,

but we'll make do.