In the year 2026, archaeologists
working in the Nevada desert...
discovered a portal
to an ancient city on Mars.
They called this portal the Ark.
Twenty years later, we're still
struggling to understand...
why it was built...
and what happened
to the civilisation that built it.
UNION AEROSPACE CORPORATION
OLDUVAI RESEARCH FACILITY, MARS
Dr Carmack!
Dr Carmack!
Dr Carmack!
Dr Carmack!
Dr Carmack!
This is Dr Carmack, Classified
Research, Olduvai, ID 6627.
We've had a Level 5 breach.
Implement quarantine procedures
immediately.
Implement quarantine procedures now.
MARINE CORPS SPECIAL OPS
RRTS HEADQUARTERS
TWENTYNINE PALMS, CALIFORNIA, USA
Reading you loud and clear,
General.
Union Aerospace has requested
assistance to contain...
a Level 5 breach
at their Olduvai facility.
How many personnel involved?
Six scientists are under lockdown
in a high-security lab...
where the breach occurred.
Another 79 UAC employees
are on site.
- Ark travel has been suspended.
- What's the objective?
- Code red. Assess level of threat.
- Assess level of threat.
Protect and retrieve UAC property.
Maintain quarantine at both
Ark portals by any means necessary.
- Use extreme prejudice?
- Extreme prejudice.
If necessary, search and destroy.
Over.
Search and destroy.
Orders received and understood. Out.
Oh, you're trying
to get nasty now, huh?
Now you dead. You dead, sucker.
All right, all right.
You wanna bring your boys?
You wanna bring your boys?
I don't believe this.
I confess to God the father.
Oh, yeah.
- I need help.
- The wall, man.
I don't believe this shit.
Six months without a weekend...
the goddamned transporters
are five minutes late.
And that's five minutes of R and R
I ain't never gonna get back.
Hey, relax, baby. We're on vacation.
Yo. This game's layered, man.
- Where you going, Portman?
- I'm going down to El Honto...
and I'm gonna lock myself
in a motel room...
with a bottle of tequila
and three she-boys.
You're sick, man.
- I'm sick of your filth, Portman.
- He speaks.
What's it gonna be, Reaps?
An armed conflict someplace quiet?
Yeah, a little relaxing
jungle warfare?
Or maybe you're just gonna stay
right here.
Spending my time doing pushups.
Listen up, men.
Leave is cancelled.
Oh, man. I just...
I don't believe this shit.
- f*ck!
- Got a problem with that, Duke?
Me, Sarge? Hell, no, I love my job.
- What's up, Sarge?
- We got us a game.
Kid!
Son, you're now in
the Rapid Response Tactical Squad...
the RRTS.
Fall in.
All dressed up
and nowhere to go, huh, Portman?
- Kid, don't forget your rattle.
- Shut up, Portman.
- Not this time, John.
- What?
- We can handle this one.
- You're bullshitting me.
No, I'm not bullshitting.
We're going to Olduvai.
Olduvai?
- Take the leave.
- Is that an order?
It's a recommendation.
See you when I get back.
- Aircraft ready to load.
- Copy that.
Great vacation. Damn, they go quick.
Almost like we've never been away.
We're a go.
All systems are green.
Prepare for takeoff.
Okay, Sarge, roger.
RRTS Special Ops clearance verified.
Handle ID: Destroyer.
- Daddy's home.
- Handle ID: Mac.
Handle ID: Portman. Handle ID: Goat.
Handle ID: The Kid.
- "The Kid"?
- Handle ID: Duke.
Say my name, baby.
RRTS Special Ops clearance verified.
Handle ID: Sarge.
I can't believe we're
going through the Ark.
Don't worry, Kid.
You're gonna love it.
- All set?
- Yes, sir.
RRTS Special Ops clearance verified.
Handle ID: Reaper.
- Take us up!
- RRTS air 6, airborne and en route.
You know, Kid, it's funny.
A couple of days ago
I asked Sarge for a little p*ssy.
The next day he brought you
onto the team.
Don't give me an excuse, Portman.
No one here will miss you.
Men, look in.
This is what we got from Simcon.
We have a quarantine situation
on Olduvai.
They sent this message...
when the research team stopped
responding to all communications.
Olduvai.
This is Dr Carmack, Classified
Research, Olduvai, ID 6627.
We've had a Level 5 breach.
Implement quarantine procedures
immediately.
I repeat.
This is Dr Carmack, Classified
Research, Olduvai, ID 6627.
We've had a Level 5 breach.
Implement quarantine procedures now.
UAC have shut down the lab, men.
We need to go up there,
locate the team...
eliminate the threat
and secure the facility.
What threat?
It goes like this, see: If it's
trying to k*ll you, it's a threat.
Rescue mission heading 147 degrees.
Location Lima, Zulu, Foxtrot 14.
Roger, Q-06. Badger 39 out.
Copy, Badger 39.
- How long has it been?
- Ten years.
Sure she's even still up there?
Yeah.
I guess you gotta face
your demons sometime.
Copy, Q-06,
we've got a visual on Lima, Zulu.
ETA at 90 seconds. Stand by.
Look alive, men. Game time.
Halt.
Move in.
You hesitate, people die.
UAC ARK FACILITY
PAPOOSE LAKE, NEVADA, USA
I checked it at least three times
before we sent it through.
Sanford Crosby,
UAC Public Relations.
- Now follow me, please.
- How many people you got up there?
UAC employs 85 permanent
research staff on Olduvai.
Welcome to the Ark, gentlemen.
Initiating molecular mapping drive.
Initiating molecular mapping drive.
All personnel, prepare
for activation.
Keep your distance from the core
or you might get sucked in.
You... You done this before?
Once. Training mission.
Hope you had a good dinner, Kid.
Inter-planet coordinate lock
engaged.
All telemetry verified
and transmissions are five-by-five.
Soon as we get through, I need you
to shut down the surface elevator.
Make sure that we get the standard
quarantine of six hours.
- Target receiver initialised.
- Ready to proceed.
Ark travel, 15 seconds and counting.
Five, four...
three, two...
one.
OLDUVAI ARK CHAMBER - MARS
Why we gotta come all this way?
Why can't UAC rent-a-cops
take care of this bullshit?
Is it always that rough?
Believe me,
it used to be a lot rougher.
There was a time when Ark travel was
susceptible to, let's say...
- major turbulence.
- What's he mean?
He means he went to one galaxy,
his ass went to another.
Call it a scientific miscalculation.
Unbelievable as it may seem,
UAC does make the odd tiny mistake.
Marcus Pinzerowsky.
You call me Pinky. Follow me.
Where are the personnel who
aren't locked down in the lab?
In the atrium.
Pinky, put us up.
Activating remote personnel
surveillance.
Circle out men, on my three.
One, two, three.
Killcams up and running.
People, this room is a code red,
which means...
no one gets in
without our permission.
It stays ours at all costs.
Mac, stay here with our friend
and secure the door.
Men, on me. Let's move out.
Open the door.
Who called in the military?
Where the f*ck are we?
Couple million light years
from breakfast.
When can I start evacuating people
out through the Ark?
We're at Level 5 quarantine,
nobody goes anywhere.
Ladies, we're under
Level 5 quarantine...
so I'm just gonna have to
strip search you girls.
- I don't think so.
- Hold that thought.
We're under Level 5 quarantine,
so I'm just gonna have...
- to strip...
- Portman!
Sergeant, this is Dr Samantha
Grimm, the UAC science officer...
assigned to retrieve
data from the lab.
- Sergeant.
- Dr. Grimm.
- Hello, John.
- Hello, Samantha.
Hello, Samantha!
Sarge, this operation is a code red.
We really don't have room
for passengers.
Excuse me, but I have orders
to retrieve data from three servers:
Anthropology, Forensic Archaeology,
and Genetics.
This is a military operation,
Doctor.
We're really not here
to retrieve your science homework.
Look, I got an idea. Why don't you
ask your CO what your orders are?
To contain and neutralise
the threat, protect the civilians...
and retrieve UAC property.
We finally done here?
Because I've got a job to do.
- Lf you'll follow me?
- You chose this, Reaper.
- Is this gonna spoil my day?
- No, sir.
Tell me you didn't let
a fine-Iooking piece of ass...
- like that get away from you.
- She's my sister.
- No shit?
- Don't do this again, man.
Do what?
There's three sections to
Carmack's lab complex.
Archaeology, Genetics,
and Weapons Research.
- You test weapons up here?
- Well, it's a dead planet.
You want that tested here, where
it's safe, or in your own backyard?
We're primarily
an archaeological operation.
Weapons Research is
in its own separate facility.
It has nothing to do
with Dr Carmack's work.
How many inside
when the lab shut down?
Only Dr Carmack's team.
That's six people.
In one of the carbon dating labs,
there was an internal phone...
left off the hook.
Did you get any information from it?
Open the door.
Portman, Goat, lead on.
Magnesium, chromium, lead.
It's all normal.
All clear.
Pinky, give us a schematic.
Uploading to you now.
Carmack's lab is isolated
from the rest of the facility.
The airlock is the only way
in or out.
Goat, Portman: Genetics.
Kid, Destroyer: Carmack's office,
where he sent the mayday from.
Reaper, keep Dr Grimm here safe
on her salvage op.
Duke and I'll take the weapons lab,
make sure all the hardware's secure.
Be safe, gentlemen.
- Portman, Goat, on you.
- It's on.
- Clear left.
- Clear right.
$5 says this shit ain't nothing but
a disgruntled employee with a g*n.
Fluorescent markings as rooms
are cleared. Go.
They're on the move.
You don't look like a "Mac."
Katsuhiko Kumanosuke Takaashi.
So, Mac.
What the f*ck!
Pinky, you getting this?
Jesus.
Very cool.
Cleared.
Where the hell is everybody?
Hey.
Lock in.
It's clear.
How much time you gonna need?
Thirty minutes, tops.
Goat, Portman.
There's another room to the north.
Past Genetics.
Copy that.
- What the hell is that?
- You never did time, Portman?
What?
- This is a holding cell.
- Bullshit.
What makes you think that?
Touch it.
- 'Cause the walls are electrified.
- You assh*le!
Jeez. They leave shit like this
lying around?
I'd hate to see what they lock up.
"BFG."
Hey, Sarge,
what's the deal with the sister?
Reaper's parents led the first team
of archaeologists to Olduvai.
They died in some accident
when he was a kid.
She followed in their footsteps,
and he didn't.
No, what I meant was, is she single?
Please provide DNA verification.
Access denied.
All units report contact.
God damn it,
all units report contact.
It was moving.
Friendly fire, Sarge.
Wasting ghosts.
Roger that. Funny, Duke.
So, "Reaper?" As in "Grim?"
They're Marines, Sam, not poets.
Holy shit!
Oh, yeah, meet Lucy.
Lucy, this is my brother, John...
another creature
from the long lost past.
- You found human remains?
- Humanoid.
Lucy and her child
were our first major find.
We're bringing out more every day.
- You re-opened the dig?
- I know I should have told you.
I didn't figure it was
the sort of thing...
I could jot down on
a yearly birthday card.
- It's been stabilised.
- Bullshit.
You wanna talk about safe?
Like you took a desk job?
I'm a forensic archaeologist, John.
I'll go where the work is.
Is that the only reason
you're up here?
You wanna know why I'm up here?
I'll show you. Come here.
This is Lucy's chromosome profile.
Notice anything?
My molecular genetics
is a little rusty.
What's the first thing
Dad taught us to look for?
She's got 24 pairs of chromosomes.
- Humans only have 23.
- But what does the extra pair do?
Makes her superhuman.
The extra pair makes
her super strong...
super fit, super intelligent.
Her cells divide 50 times faster...
meaning she heals almost instantly.
The fossil record indicates
these people had conquered disease.
We found no genetic disorders,
no viruses, no cancers.
So what,
they were just naturally superior?
No. Not naturally.
See, the earliest remains
we found only had 23.
We suspect this extra
chromosome may be synthetic.
Bioengineered?
That's a long word for a Marine.
Does it ever bother you...
you could've spent your life
looking in a microscope...
instead of a sn*per scope?
If they were so smart,
how come they're so dead?
We don't know.
Maybe they just went with time.
You don't shield a baby from time.
We got movement up ahead.
You stay here, okay? Lock the door.
f*cking door has been ripped open.
There's something
in Carmack's office.
There!
Contact!
Moving east
through Carmack's office! Fast!
Confirmed contact.
Moving fast, over south corridor.
Hold your fire!
If you have a w*apon, drop it.
Don't move.
- Sam, I told you to stay...
- But he knows me, John.
Dr Carmack, it's me. Samantha.
Where are the others?
Where are they?
Steve, Hillary...
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Jesus Christ!
- Oh, damn.
- Get a med kit.
Nice.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Duke, get him to the infirmary
with Dr Grimm.
Portman, Kid, go to the airlock
and dig in.
Anything trying to get away from us
will get driven straight to you.
Now let's see if we can find
the body that goes with that arm.
It's messed up, huh?
Guy like Carmack...
who's trained to put logic
before emotion...
he's so freaked, huh...
he tears off his own ear?
I tell you, man.
It's shit like that
that gets under your skin.
Do you...
- Do you have any?
- Do I have any?
What?
You know.
I'm just a little shook up. I need
something to get my focus, man.
My game face.
God damn it!
I took His name in vain.
Shit.
There is a God.
Ma'am.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Sarge...
I think we found
the rest of that arm.
No, no.
- No, no, I don't do nanowalls.
- Yes, you do.
You got him? Wait here.
Shit.
Two, three.
You okay?
- Did they find the others?
- Not yet.
My husband is with them.
I'm sure Steve is fine.
Dr Carmack, I'm going to take
your blood pressure.
- Hey...
- It's okay, it's okay.
- I can feel it.
- What happened in there?
Shut it down. Shut it down.
Shut it down.
It's inside.
We heard something in Genetics.
We're re-entering.
That's affirmative, Reaper.
Looks like we missed the party.
We were just here.
What happened to all the animals?
Sir, RRTS. We're here to help.
Sir, are you okay?
Okay.
No, no, no. Sir, put it down.
Contact report.
Damn it.
We found another one
of the scientists.
Some weird shit
going on here, Sarge.
- Can you ID him?
- We got a Dr Olsen.
He rushed us. Crazy.
Just like Carmack.
- Is he dead?
- Yeah, very.
- Should we bag him and tag him?
- Negative.
Continue your search.
Sarge?
- What was that?
- A monkey.
Some kind of monkey.
Oh, my God.
There's something in his blood.
What's happening to him?
- Move, move, move.
- I got him.
- Clear!
- Go, go, go.
- Reaper, what have you got?
- We're chasing something.
- What do you mean "something"?
- Something big, not human.
God damn it! Give me a confirmation
on what you see.
- Reaper.
- It's in the sewer.
All units, all units.
Southeast corridor near the med lab.
And I thought "being in the shit"
was a figure of speech.
Get in the g*dd*mn hole, Portman.
I can handle things here.
You should go.
- I want to stay.
- Steve is gonna be okay.
The guys looking for him
are the best.
Go on, go on. Be with your daughter.
Thank you.
What's going on?
"No blood match."
Can't be good, right?
This is crazy.
Oh, my God!
Tunnel ahead is the main junction.
It leads back under the lab complex.
Destroyer, cover the exit.
We got a Dr Willits.
Steve Willits.
Move out.
"Be sober, be vigilant...
"because your adversary,
the devil...
"walketh about seeking
whom he may devour."
That's real comforting, Goat.
That ain't freaking me out at all.
- Portman!
- What the f*ck?
Go, go.
- Wait! Somebody's down there.
- Come on.
Grab an arm.
- g*dd*mn son of a bitch is heavy!
- Hang on.
Quick, he's slipping back.
He's slipping.
Shit.
Portman, what the hell happened?
I fell in the damn hole.
Shit.
Everybody, on me.
Watch your g*dd*mn footing.
Move.
Shit.
Goat, straight ahead.
Portman, you're with me.
John, take The Kid
and go to the right.
Shit!
You lost your folks, right?
Shut up.
Small world.
I mean, I lost my parents, too.
Yeah, I mean, I woke up one morning
and everything was gone.
I mean, the only thing left was me.
They wanted the TV
more than they wanted me.
Every time you open your mouth,
you give away our position.
Wait a minute.
Your pupils are dilated.
- Are you high?
- What?
- No, I got this condition...
- I don't give a damn.
You take one more shot of that shit
and I'll blow holes in you.
Are we clear?
Okay.
Get down.
I'm sorry, look,
I just needed a little...
Get down!
Goat, I think there's something
coming up on you.
This isn't happening.
My light is down.
I don't see anything.
Don't move. I'm on my way.
Pinky.
Can you see anything?
No. Nothing.
Dr Willits?
Report in.
Goat!
Goat, what's your position?
Goat, where are you?
Goat, speak to me.
God damn it, Reaper, report to me.
You're dead.
Report contact.
Man down.
Man down!
Everyone, get to the Ark now!
Hunegs, report to
the quarantine zone.
Evacuate the entire facility.
Get everyone to the Ark now.
- What's going on?
- Get to the g*dd*mn Ark.
Let's go. Come on.
We have an emergency. Come on.
Everybody to the Ark.
What happened?
He was talking about devils.
Devils?
All his Bible shit.
Angels. Good and evil.
- Devils among us.
- Let's get this vest off him.
Now he's clear.
Come on.
Got a weak pulse.
Portman, get me a line in here.
Come on, man.
Kid, keep pressure on that wound.
- How's the pulse?
- I'm losing him.
Sam, give me a shot of adrenaline.
- We lost the pulse.
- Okay, let's defib.
Come on, man.
Clear!
Where the hell's Carmack?
He disappeared.
What do you mean, he disappeared?
He's gone. He disappeared.
- I've lost the pulse.
- Shit.
Okay.
Gonna defib. Clear!
- Come on.
- Come on.
- No response.
- We're losing him.
Sam, give me that adrenaline.
Come on, you son of a bitch.
Okay, going again. Clear!
He's gone.
Doctor, you are going to tell me
what the f*ck is going on up here.
- What?
- Come here.
Come here!
This is "what."
God.
Have you found anything like this
on your archaeological digs?
No.
Is there any way this thing came
from the outside, from the surface?
The planet is completely dead.
It came from somewhere, lady.
Portman, shut up!
The atmosphere on the surface
can't support life.
Maybe it doesn't need air.
It could have come from
another planet or something.
What? Like an alien?
- Look at that thing!
- Portman!
You need to shut the f*ck up!
That's not what we saw.
That's not what Goat and I
shot at in Genetics.
You telling me there's more of
these f*cking things?
Where are your surface entry points?
There's a pressure door at
the end of the north corridor.
Destroyer, Kid, Portman, get there
on the double. Give me an update.
- Yes, sir.
- Whatever this thing is...
it cannot get back through the Ark.
Mac, I want you to arm Pinky
with a w*apon...
with some ST grenades,
and seal the Ark door.
There's one other door.
Where?
The entrance
to the archaeological dig.
Ark portal activation in progress.
Don't let anything through the Ark.
Hey, wait. Wait a minute.
You can't leave me here.
I'm not a soldier.
Why don't you go f*ck yourself?
It's bullshit.
You're supposed to protect me.
Ark secure.
Remaining personnel,
ready for evacuation.
Shit.
Duke.
Hold this open.
Don't be a wuss.
Little tension
between you and Reaper?
We just went our separate ways.
Why does a talented student
throw it all away and join RRTS?
So, what was he like before?
- Who, John?
- Yeah.
Empathetic, sensitive.
It's kind of hard for me to imagine
Reaper as sensitive.
I knew Reaper before all the "drop
down and give me 50, woo-ha" stuff.
Yeah?
- Well, it's, "Hoo-ha."
- "Hoo-ha."
Yeah.
Do you have a family?
I have Destroyer.
You know, we grew up together.
You know, Duke, I bet
secretly you have a big heart.
Oh, yeah?
And that's not the only
secret big thing I got.
Little rusty, huh?
Oh, lady, you have no idea.
Right now, having sex with me
is practically your civic duty.
I need a power bone saw.
A power bone saw?
Girl, I've been waiting on you
my whole life.
There's one in the procedure room.
Down the corridor, on the left,
through the nanowall.
Through the nanowall?
All right, I got it. It's cool.
For you I got it,
'cause you're pretty.
Cool.
I wouldn't do it for a dude,
you know.
Off you go.
We're going back in
through the airlock.
We're not calling in backup?
The Ark is sealed.
Nothing gets back until
everything on this planet is dead.
We're going in hot.
You're serious.
Pick up your w*apon, Portman.
Come on, Portman, move out.
Didn't y'all see how that thing
greased Goat?
We don't know what
we're dealing with here.
It's SOP to call in
reinforcements when a situation...
We are...
the reinforcements.
Now, you shoulder...
your f*cking w*apon, soldier.
All UAC personnel
evacuated to Earth.
Duke?
Duke?
Duke!
Hey, hey, hey.
It's just a power shortage.
You okay?
Here's your bone saw.
- So, which of you is the oldest?
- What?
Oh, me. By two minutes.
Twins? Shit.
Identical, right?
Sam, get back in the lab.
Shit.
m*therf*cker!
Close it!
And that's why I don't do nanowalls.
Pinky, we're entering
the archaeological dig.
Secure the exit.
- Sam.
- I'm coming.
I'm hungry. Let's eat.
Come on. Come on.
Careful now.
Not too close, John.
Go, go, go.
Slow down.
Go around. Go around again.
No! Mommy!
Is this where it happened?
Did you find the door?
John?
Clay.
Thurman.
Look at them.
They weren't trying to stop
something from getting in.
Something stopped them
from getting out.
Mac, stand by.
- Destroyer, report.
- We've reached the north airlock.
It's secure.
Console indicates nothing's
come in or out for 26 hours.
Mac?
Mac.
Mac, Mac, you copy?
Talk to me. Talk to me, Mac.
Shit.
Jesus Christ.
We're in pursuit.
Moving fast out of the dig.
It's getting away.
Pinky, what do you see?
It's big. Very big.
Moving fast,
back towards the lab complex.
Clear.
It's back in the lab.
Clear!
Clear.
Damn, it's fast.
All around defence, men.
Did you get it?
- Pinky.
- Yes, Sarge?
Anything gets through that door,
use an ST grenade.
It cannot get back to Earth.
He pops an ST in there,
he's gonna blow the Ark.
Reaper, Kid, pairs, cover formation.
Sweep the corridors. Go.
Destroyer, you and Portman
stay here. Shut the airlock.
Maintain a perimeter.
He blows the Ark, how the hell are
we supposed to get the f*ck home?
Portman, shut the f*cking door.
Where you going?
I'm going to the armoury.
I think we're gonna need something
with a little bit more kick.
Jesus.
You see anything like it before?
Heart.
Liver.
Kidneys.
Dogs got kidneys, right?
Pigs got kidneys.
It's had its appendix removed.
It's human.
What the f*ck?
Goat knew he was turning.
This thing didn't butcher Willits.
It is Willits.
What?
This is bullshit, man.
I enlisted to serve my country,
not get greased protecting some...
corporation's g*dd*mn
science project.
I gotta take a dump.
What? Now?
Unless you want me sh1tting
my pants right here.
Please provide DNA verification.
Welcome, Patricia Tallman.
Access granted.
Big f*cking g*n.
Shit.
Portman, I got floor and wall on
your g*n cam.
I'm taking a shit, you f*cking gimp.
f*ck you, Portman,
you piece of shit.
Lost Portman on comm and all
I've got on Destroyer is a wall.
Portman, come in.
Destroyer.
Come in.
This is Corporal Dean Portman...
with RRTS 6 Special Ops
on Olduvai, 0310 hours.
We have encountered
hostile activity.
I repeat, require immediate
RRTS reinforcements.
Destroyer, Portman,
where the hell are you?
Shit.
Shit.
Oh, God! Jesus!
- Pinky, you got Portman?
- No.
Holy shit.
He's gone.
Destroyer?
And Portman.
What the f*ck happened, man?
I got him, I got him.
I got you, man.
What's up, man?
What the hell is this?
And whose g*dd*mn blood
is on that window?
Goat's.
He k*lled himself.
What do you mean, he k*lled himself?
He was already dead.
It's true.
It's Goat.
He was changing into one of these
m*therf*ckers and he k*lled himself.
We found two more scientists
at the dig.
Thurman
and a balding guy with glasses.
Dr Clay.
Did you check their necks?
Were there open wounds
on their necks?
We were conducting a firefight,
not an autopsy.
We came up here to find six
scientists. Four are known dead...
and Dr Willits is probably KIA
somewhere down in that sewer.
The only one missing is Dr Carmack.
Has Dr Carmack showed up yet?
Oh, he's shown up all right.
Look at the left ear.
Son of a bitch.
I think this other one
is Steve Willits.
I'm going to run the DNA,
check it against his med records.
What are you people working on
up here?
We're analysing bones, artefacts.
We're not doing anything like this.
Then what the f*ck is that?
It must be a genetic mutation,
something environmental or viral.
I don't know.
It may even be reversible.
It's irreversible.
Not necessarily.
Dr Carmack's condition...
is irreversible...
because Carmack's condition
is that...
he's dead.
Kid, you and Duke...
get back to the dig and you make
sure those other dead scientists...
are really dead.
I've lost...
four soldiers.
What are you people
experimenting with up here?
I'm not gonna ask you again.
I told you, it's an archaeological
research centre.
Do you think I'm lying to you?
Is that what you're saying?
You think I'm hiding something?
I'm telling the truth.
What were you downloading?
What were you sent to protect?
The research data.
Research into what?
Subject was injected with study
agent at 00:03.
Vitals normal, elevated heart rate
attributable to subject anxiety.
C- 24 successfully grafted to
subject's marker cells at 00:09.
He reconstructed chromosome mutation
on a human subject.
We were never gonna do
human studies.
What the hell are we looking at?
Genesis, Chapter 1.
Subject moved to protected
observation area at 00:17.
Subject: Curtis Stahl.
Crime: Multiple m*rder.
Status: Condemned to execution.
Chromosome 24.
Oh, my God.
49 minutes after injection,
genetic mutations...
began to visually manifest on
subject's extremities.
This is what you're here to protect.
It doesn't make any sense.
You trusted them. They lied to you.
They used you, Sam.
If he perfected xenogenesis...
Christ, don't you get it?
It's this place. It's hell.
It always was.
This shit ends here.
What are you doing?
We need to destroy these discs.
That's UAC property.
f*ck UAC, we take this back,
they'll just...
We take the data back.
Sarge, do you not see
what's going on here?
I didn't see shit.
And I ain't paid to see shit.
I have my orders. And so do you.
Is this everything?
I said, is this everything?
- I have three more to download.
- Then do it.
Sarge?
We got a problem.
One dead scientist is missing.
Now.
You just wanna leave her here?
She's got a job to do.
Look, this is Portman's comm.
You call if you need help, okay?
You gonna be all right?
I'll be fine.
Okay. I'll see you soon.
Pinky, are you there? Pinky.
Sarge? Something is
cutting through the Ark door.
You have a visual?
Oh, I got a visual all right.
Don't let it get to the Ark!
Five.
- Pinky, use the grenade!
- Four.
- Use the g*dd*mn grenade!
- Three, two.
- Throw it!
- One.
Pinky's gone. That fucker ran.
Shit.
It got through.
What the hell is that?
System reboot.
Time required to begin
renewed operation: Five minutes.
Quarantine cordon is breached.
This mission is
no longer containment.
Get all the weapons and a*mo
you can. We're going through.
Move!
Sam, come in. Over.
Sam, do you read me? Over. Come in!
She's not answering.
Time required to begin
renewed operation...
four minutes and 45 seconds.
You got three.
Sam! Come in, Sam!
Sam!
Sam, why didn't you answer your
comm? We gotta go now!
Why did they take Goat
and not Destroyer?
Why Carmack and not Dr Thurman?
- What?
- Lucy had the 24th chromosome...
but she wasn't a monster.
She died protecting her child,
not devouring it.
Why did the same chromosome
that made her superhuman...
turn Stahl into a monster?
- Let's go.
- Just give me a minute.
- We don't have a minute.
- Then give me 10 seconds.
This is its tongue.
This is brain matter from Portman.
This is from Destroyer.
It's choosing, John.
It's choosing who to infect.
It's choosing? How is it choosing?
There are genetic markers for
psychotic and violent behaviour.
It could be a specific
neurotransmitter...
it's picking up on, a ganglion.
Latching onto numbers
in the DNA code linked to...
Linked to what? Evil?
Ten percent of the human genome
is still unmapped.
Some say it's
the genetic blueprint for the soul.
Maybe C-24 is what destroyed
the population.
It would explain why some of them
had to build the Ark...
to escape to a new beginning.
Some it made superhuman.
Others, monsters.
Oh, my God.
- We gotta get out of here now.
- What?
Come on, let's go, come on.
The people quarantined on
the other side of the Ark...
they won't all be infected!
What's going on?
Sarge is going to k*ll them all.
Come on.
We uphold quarantine. Nothing
gets to the elevator back on Earth.
We can't let them
get to the surface.
- Lf it breathes, k*ll it.
- Five...
four, three...
two, one.
Ark travel complete.
UAC ARK FACILITY
PAPOOSE LAKE, NEVADA, USA
This is Corporal Dean Portman...
with RRTS 6 Special Ops
on Olduvai, 0310 hours.
We have encountered
hostile activity.
Require immediate
RRTS reinforcements.
Yeah, no shit.
We got 58 minutes
before the auto lockdown is lifted.
Reset it for another six hours.
I can't. It's been disabled.
Same as the topside comm link.
They're disabling computers now?
Yeah, they're rocket scientists,
remember?
Ark travel complete.
Oh, my God.
Sarge, what's your position?
Sarge, come in. Do you copy?
Come in, Sarge.
Do you read me? Over.
Sarge, come in, do you copy?
Loud and clear.
Look, do not k*ll everybody.
I repeat, do not k*ll everybody.
They're not all infected.
- Help me, help me, please.
- Do you copy?
- Copy that.
- Help me.
Clear the rest of this sector
and meet back at the Ark chamber.
- Jesus Christ, what the hell are...
- Who the hell's in there?
Well, don't just stand there,
you dumb son of a bitch. Help me up.
It's okay.
Please...
help us.
You don't have to k*ll all of them.
I don't think everyone is infected,
or even capable of being infected.
We have orders to contain
this threat by any means necessary.
So let's evacuate the uninfected...
and blow this place to hell.
And we have orders
to protect this facility.
We don't have orders
to k*ll innocent people.
We have to stop anything
from getting to the surface...
by any means...
necessary.
Found this little chicken shit
hiding under a pile of dead bodies.
Am I glad to see you guys.
That thing
cut right through the door.
I tried to use the grenade
but it came at me too fast.
Followed me through the Ark
and started to k*ll everybody.
It was horrible.
There's no wound on his neck.
He's clean.
I say who's clean...
and who's not.
I mean, it wasn't my fault.
Hey, I'm not a soldier.
You shouldn't have left me...
Sarge.
There's a storeroom to the south.
It's got, like, 20 people
holed up inside of it.
We gotta do something.
Your orders were
to clear that sector.
Is it cleared?
No, I told them to stay put.
They're okay.
They're just scared shitless.
We k*ll them all.
Let God sort them out.
This is wrong.
- I think...
- Son, you don't think.
That's an order.
We're in the field, soldier.
Sarge, if nothing's found them...
You will obey the direct order...
of your commanding officer.
No.
Now.
Go to hell.
- No.
- Holy shit.
Mutinous insurrection
is punishable...
by death.
- It was his first mission!
- And it's not gonna be my last.
I need soldiers.
I don't need anybody else
but soldiers.
Drop the weapons.
I mean it.
I have no intention of being k*lled
by a madman. Drop the weapons.
There's something behind me,
isn't there?
On me.
Get Sam.
Wait here.
Listen.
Withdraw!
Withdraw behind the nanowall.
- Move!
- I can't see. I can't see.
Move.
Clear!
f*ck! The wall's not closing!
I'm not supposed to die.
Let's go.
Come on.
Clear.
How long before they get through?
Not long.
You've been hit.
Oh, John.
Listen to me, Sam.
You're cold. Shivering.
It's important.
This is an ST grenade.
When they come through...
you pop the top and hit the button.
John, stay with me. Stay awake.
John, stay with me, please.
What's that?
- It's C-24. It's from Carmack's lab.
- No.
- It could save you.
- No way, forget it.
You're bleeding to death.
No way, Sam.
I've done some bad things.
I know you.
You don't know me.
You don't know.
You're my brother. I know you.
Wait.
Wait.
If I should turn into
one of those demons.
One through the heart,
one through the head...
don't you hesitate. Okay?
I won't need to.
I know you.
You're my brother.
Sam?
Sam.
Sam.
Sam.
John.
Sam.
Sam.
- Sam.
- You're alive.
Don't talk.
Last man standing, Reaper.
I think she needs medical attention.
- Can you get to the elevator?
- I'm not sure.
Try.
Where are the survivors Kid found?
I took care of that problem.
Quarantine's almost over.
Power should be back on any minute.
- You k*lled The Kid.
- We're all K*llers, Reaper.
It's what they pay us for.
Quarantine complete.
Elevators back on line.
It's finished.
What do you say we go outside
and get some fresh air?
- Are you gonna sh**t me?
- Yeah, I was thinking about it.
- What you got left?
- Half a clip. You?
I've got one round.
Semper fi, m*therf*cker.
Faithful to the Corps, John.
Ark portal
activation in progress.
Five...
four, three...
two, one.
Like The Kid said:
"Go to hell."
Almost home.
Doom (2005)
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