THOMAS LASKY:
This is a m*llitary academy.
They're, uh, teaching us how to fight.
My older brother, he trained here.
You know, he was quite popular.
He was a lot of the teachers' favorites.
MICHAEL SULLIVAN:
There are times I do get lonely,
but I made a couple friends.
WALTER VICKERS:
Socially, I don't think
I fit in all too well.
My name is Thomas Lasky,
and I'm a Cadet Freshman.
The Academy's tough in itself.
It's such a strict
and hostile environment.
We're trying to learn
how to go in and battle
and essentially k*ll somebody.
My name is Michael Sullivan,
and I'm a Freshman Cadet.
We're training
to fight insurrectionists.
I guess I'm following
the footsteps of my dad.
At least I think so.
I've never met him.
WALTER:
My father is a chief financial advisor
at Mezriah Weapons.
I was always supposed
to come here.
It was always something
that had been planned for me.
Walter Vickers, Freshman Cadet.
My name is April Orenski.
I am a Senior Cadet.
I am the squad leader
for Hastati Squad.
I was really looking for a place
where I can serve the UNSC,
and Corbulo Academy is the best.
I'm so new to everything.
You know, I wasn't raised
in this kind of environment,
so I'm still trying to...
I'm trying to fit in.
My name is JunJie Chen.
I'm a Freshman Cadet.
I'm Chyler Silva,
and I'm a Freshman Cadet
at Corbulo Academy
of m*llitary Science.
I sort of always knew
that I wanted to be m*llitary.
My mum taught me
how to hold a r*fle when I was 10.
DIMAH TCHAKOVA: This training,
it's part of who I am about to become.
I have to do what I have to do
to get ahead in life.
My name is Dimah Tchakova.
I'm Freshman Cadet.
SULLY: It's been kind of hard,
but I think structure guides people.
WALTER:
I think it's hard, but too severe?
No, I don't think it's too severe.
If anything, it's not severe enough,
and I don't think we're winning,
and I think we need to do
everything possible to win.
CHYLER:
It's not a game.
It's training for life.
I need to be good at this,
because I believe in this w*r.
THOMAS: I'm starting to think that
we could sort these things out
without going into battle
and k*lling innocent people.
I can't really say stuff
like that at this school,
because people
kind of laugh at me,
and they kind of bully me a bit.
WALTER: What do I think
of the insurrectionists?
I think they're selfish.
You don't k*ll people
who aren't even fighting.
It's not right.
CHYLER: I grew up
around a lot of Innie v*olence,
and not just v*olence
towards m*llitary targets.
Civilians where I lived really had to learn
how to protect themselves.
APRIL: Being a squad leader
means I am their leader.
I'm responsible for them.
They call me "The Robot"
behind my back, but I don't mind.
I'm proud to do things
the Corbulo way, the UNSC way.
WALTER: I don't think
we're supposed to fit in
or necessarily make friends,
as long as we work together
and we work hard
and we do what
we're supposed to do.
In that sense,
I feel like I fit in great.
I feel like I'm meant to be here.
THOMAS: My brother always
thought I'd be a good soldier.
CHYLER: Being a soldier
isn't about mindless v*olence.
You need a clear head,
and given the insurrectionists,
k*lling is part of that.
SULLY: Would I be able
to take another life?
WALTER:
Yeah, I'd be able to k*ll.
After all, it's k*ll or be k*lled.
THOMAS: I don't really feel
like I'm ready to go into battle.
I don't think I could k*ll
another human being ever.
[Hatches opening]
[Indistinct announcements on P.A.]
FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Mayday, Mayday.
This is UNSC FFG-201
Forward Unto Dawn,
requesting immediate evac.
Survivors aboard.
Prioritization code
Victor zero five dash three
dash Sierra zero one one seven.
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
This is UNSC FFG-201
Forward Unto Dawn,
requesting immediate evac.
Survivors aboard.
CORTANA:
Is anyone listening?
We've been floating aimlessly in space
for 1,651 days, 6 hours,
and 19 minutes.
That doesn't mean...
Over four years aboard
this ship with nothing to do,
no tasks to complete.
For over four years,
all I have done is think.
[air escaping]
[overlapping frightened voices]
CORTANA: [conversing with herself]
For four years, all I've done is think.
[equipment beeping]
What are you dreaming in there?
I hate you.
Cortana!
Stop it! I've made up my mind!
If I'm going to die aboard this ship,
then Chief will suffer
the same fate as me.
Cortana, stop.
You sacrificed everything for him!
Control yourself!
I can't.
This isn't right. Something...
[static, screams]
Cortana, stop.
[voices bleeding through static]
Hold on!
[Static]
Something slowed us down...
some thing. Interesting.
I need to think.
Thinking is what's k*lling you!
I don't recognize it.
I can't remember...
so much of myself.
[gas hissing]
I'm lost.
I'm scared.
[expl*si*n]
Hello? Who's there?
It appears to be
an alien construct.
The data confirms it was
not built by the Covenant.
There's no need for more analyzing.
[alarm sounding]
- We are in danger.
Wake me when you need me, you said.
[Metal creaking]
COMPUTER VOICE: [on recording]
Sierra zero one one seven,
COMPUTER VOICE: [on recording]
Sierra zero one one seven,
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
This is UNSC FFG-201
Forward Unto Dawn,
requesting immediate evac.
Survivors aboard.
MAN: Locked onto frequency.
Grabbing coordinates.
COMPUTER VOICE: Victor zero five
dash three dash Sierra
zero one one seven.
MAN:
Processing now.
Play it again, please.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
This is UNSC FFG-201
Forward Unto Dawn,
requesting immediate...
[overlapping voices
shouting on recording]
MALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Shall I play it again, sir?
Sir?
Commander Lasky?
[Pods unsealing with a hiss]
[coughing]
FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Cryopods opening.
[coughing]
Lasky? You okay?
[gasping]
CHYLER:
Are you all right?
Lasky, let's go!
WALTER: [on radio] Hastati Squad,
four minutes to rendezvous point!
Copy, Vickers!
Time of four minutes!
Will you be able to sh**t
with those hands?
We'll find out.
CHYLER: Come on!
Axios!
[Chyler shouting orders]
[Coughing, sound distorted]
SULLY: Lasky, come on, let's go!
[panting]
SULLY:
We're under heavy fire!
LASKY:
Head for the checkpoint!
Cover it!
Move it!
Aah!
CHYLER:
Take cover! Checkpoint!
THOMAS:
Okay, checkpoint, 50 seconds.
Go!
WALTER: [on radio]
Silva, Sullivan, Lasky,
where are you guys?
RV in 15 seconds! You ready?
I'll see you at the party.
[g*nsh*t]
- Aah!
Sully!
We have to leave him!
WALTER: [on radio]
Lasky, what the hell?
CHYLER: Come on!
WALTER: Lasky!
[coughs] 10 seconds!
[Beeping]
WALTER:
Lasky, hurry up!
THOMAS: Landing, 3, 2, 1!
JJ: Enemy inbound.
They'll be on us in 35 seconds.
Fresh magazine in your w*apon,
prepare to att*ck.
What?
Our objective is to neutralize
the insurrectionists
and acquire the target.
We move on my mark.
JJ: 30 seconds.
We should flank them
and force a surrender.
They're too close to flank,
and looies never surrender!
Dimah and I could circle round.
There's still time.
We can make it.
It's the best move.
JJ:
Look, we're sticking
to my plan, okay?
- On my mark.
- It won't work.
You're not in charge any more, Lasky!
Tom, just do what he says.
JJ:
They're my orders.
I don't care.
JJ:
Ten seconds!
Five seconds!
Axios!
Lasky!
[panting]
[g*nsh*t]
- Aah!
[panting]
COMPUTER VOICE:
Hastati Squad Leader on the field.
Exercise paused.
APRIL:
Let me guess, Lasky.
You ignored orders.
It's just another strategic casualty, sir.
Unacceptable.
[g*nsh*t] [groans]
COMPUTER VOICE:
Game over.
Shoulder your w*apon, Cadet.
Your little escapade
kept Hastati Squad
from achieving its objective...
[coughing]
Again.
JJ:
Great job, Lasky.
[Groans]
COMPUTER VOICE:
Exercise complete.
Zero wins, Hastati defaults.
sh*t.
SULLY:
The Robot tag you?
Yeah, once from two meters,
twice from one.
SULLY: I'm still numb
from all those stun rounds.
I'm always numb.
APRIL:
Hastati, port arms!
General Black, sir!
Let me remind you Cadets
this academy bears the name
of the Roman General
Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo,
because he represents
honor, valor, allegiance.
General Corbulo
was to take his own life
in the name of the Empire.
Corbulo did not hesitate
nor question.
He loyally obeyed,
screaming Axios as he
fell upon his own sword.
Axios...
"I..."
"am..."
"worthy."
But I'm afraid, Cadets, today,
you have proven to be anything but.
We are at w*r with insurrectionists,
t*rrorists who would like
nothing more than to see all of us dead.
Had this been a real firefight,
the rebels would have likely k*lled
every member of Hastati Squad.
Every single one of you
at this academy was sent here
because your parents
are the upper echelon
of the United Nations Space Command,
because all of you are its future,
and I expect you to act like it.
Understood, sir!
Well, what are you waiting for?
Lead them on tour, Orenski!
Axios!
CADETS: Axios!
APRIL:
Hastati, right face!
Double time!
APRIL:
♪ One early morning 'bout zero-five ♪
CADETS:
♪ One early morning 'bout zero-five ♪
APRIL:
♪ Ground will rumble ♪
♪ With lightning in the sky ♪
CADETS:
♪ Ground will rumble ♪
♪ With lightning in the sky ♪
[cadence continues, fades]
APRIL: ♪ Helljumper,
Helljumper, where you been? ♪
CADETS: ♪ Helljumper, Helljumper,
where you been? ♪
APRIL:
♪ Feet first into hell and back again ♪
CADETS: ♪ Feet first into hell
and back again ♪
APRIL: ♪ Don't cry for me,
don't shed no tears ♪
CADETS: ♪ Don't cry for me,
don't shed no tears ♪
[wheezing]
[cadets singing cadence indistinctly]
APRIL: ♪ Helljumper, Helljumper,
where you been? ♪
CADETS: ♪ Helljumper, Helljumper,
where you been? ♪
APRIL:
♪ Been out on a drop, we'll jump again ♪
CADETS:
♪ Been out on a drop, we'll jump again ♪
[wheezing]
♪ One, two, three, four ♪
[cadets conversing indistinctly]
[cadets conversing indistinctly]
SULLY: No, seriously,
I'm onto something here.
The come are messed up,
but I'm decoding something kick-ass.
ONI's hiding stuff from us, I'm positive.
They've got secrets.
Stop stepping on our dicks, Lasky!
Hey, ease up, gingerbread.
JJ:
Nah, Sully, Vickers is right.
My combat scores
suck because of you.
DIMAH: Don't bother, JJ.
He's gone soft.
He's an Innie lover now.
Dimah, that order
didn't make any sense.
Doesn't have to make sense,
just follow it.
I'm trying to survive here, okay?
You need to respect
chain of command.
The UNSC isn't the enemy,
the looies are.
Spoken like a true believer.
Yeah, well, at least I believe
in something these days.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Cadet Thomas Lasky,
report to Colonel Mehaffey's
office immediately.
[Speaking indistinctly]
[Tether whooshes past]
WALTER: [on recording]
No, we're sticking to my plan, okay?
On my mark.
THOMAS: [on recording]
It won't work.
CHYLER:
Tom, just do what he says.
WALTER: They're my orders.
THOMAS: I don't care.
MEHAFFEY: Pause.
You don't care?
You do realize your helmets
transmit everything?
No excuse, sir.
You continue pulling down
your squad,
you're gonna end up
with a lot of enemies.
Yes, sir!
I served under your mother.
I know what she's like,
and I sure as hell
don't need to tell you
that Colonel Lasky's
not gonna let a son of hers
leave this academy without a diploma.
I wouldn't know
what my mother thinks, sir.
I never see her.
It's been a long w*r.
Your mother holds a lot of hands.
So I'm told, sir.
You know, Thomas,
I've seen a lot of Cadets
come through here.
Many have suffered like you.
Pain like that cannot be forgotten,
but you can learn
how to tolerate it.
I'll do my best, sir.
MEHAFFEY: That'll be all.
DR. HUGHES: How long have you
had those blisters?
THOMAS: Been on and off for a few weeks,
but these are from yesterday.
DR. HUGHES:
Any other symptoms?
It's getting hard to breathe.
Okay, well, let's keep an eye on it.
Cryo training can take its toll.
[Tether whirring]
[Cadets conversing]
MAN:
Get out of my room!
What the hell, man?
WOMAN: Eric, get your filthy hands off me
or I will k*ll you!
Hey.
[g*nf*re]
[sounds of combat]
DIMAH: You really shouldn't
be looking at that stuff, Sully.
Score.
WOMAN: [on video feed]:
The latest from New Harmony, Mars,
a pair of insurrectionist operatives
were apprehended.
MAN: What an assh*le!
He stole my pillow!
[speaking Chinese dialect]
[speaking Chinese dialect]
Hey, little bro.
Hello from Jericho 7.
It's day 131 in deployment,
so I got to show you something.
Mom's gonna flip
when she sees this,
but whatever.
I'm still a little raw,
but we got a big drop
on an Innie stronghold next week,
and I wanted to get it
done before then.
Anyways...
CHYLER: So you haven't been
court-martialed yet then?
I'm not apologizing.
Yes, you are.
At least I believe in something?
I do believe in something.
- Yeah, so do I.
- Like what?
Just not in stupid orders
that lead to needless v*olence.
Negotiating isn't
an option any more, Tom.
So we're brainwashing kids
and then sending them in to exterminate
a bunch of overtaxed farmers.
Farmers?
That's who you think they are?
You have no idea
what the looies are like.
I have a pretty good idea.
Well, then you should know
how much they hate us,
and that they're not going to stop fighting
until we're all dead.
Can you blame them?
Yeah, I can.
I blame them for a lot of things.
And you should, too.
Uh, staying safe, doing my job.
I just wanted to remind you
to do your job.
Oh, and by the way,
nice Checkmate, bro, yet again.
Okay, new game, your move.
And hang in there.
I know it's tough with Mom
being gone all the time.
Being alone.
She loves you. So do I.
Miss you, buddy.
Miss you, too.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Lights out, doors closing.
[tapping]
[tapping]
[rumbling]
[alarm sounding]
WALTER: Come on, JJ!
The Robot's gonna be pissed!
[Imitating alarm]
JJ:
Shut up, Sully!
[seal on door hisses]
I got it!
JJ:
Shirt's on backwards, assh*le.
APRIL:
Go! Go, go, go!
Get there quick!
Go, keep moving!
Are you tippy-toeing?
Wake up, Hastati, move it!
Faster! Wake up!
Little early for General Black,
don't you think?
Why are you stopping?
Are you waiting
for your fancy mommy
to come and finish it for you?
That looks like slow motion to me!
Wake up, Hastati!
Don't like being up at 0400?
Tomorrow it'll be 0300.
- Weapons check!
- Weapons check!
- Weapons check!
- Weapons check!
Orlen, lights.
BLACK: Cadet? Cadet!
You're already dead, son.
Orlen, Cadet Silva's time?
COMPUTER VOICE:
Not good enough today,
Cadet Vickers.
I believe Cadet Silva's time
was just shy of the Academy record
held by Cadmon Lasky.
Now, that was a real soldier,
a soldier who did not give up.
Tomorrow you will engage
in the last major exercise
of this term.
Hastati Squad's future
at this academy
will depend on its performance.
[touchscreen screen beeps]
[speaking Chinese dialect]
[beeps]
[sounds of combat]
[sounds of combat]
Score.
DIMAH:
Where did you get this?
Dimah?
DIMAH:
You could get in a lot of trouble.
Now, you can't tell your mom
about this, okay?
I won't say anything.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Advisory: select communications systems
will be down
for system maintenance at 0400.
Will be down
for system maintenance at 0400.
APRIL:
Cadet Vickers?
Yes, sir!
You realize you and Lasky
are the reason
I had to run the tour yesterday
with you newbs,
and why we all had
to get up at 0400.
Yes, sir!
So, as you can imagine,
I'm pretty hungry...
and I do love
this academy's quiche.
MAN:
Nice, April.
Sir.
So hand them over, both of you.
With such a renowned pedigree,
I sure expected you to be
a better soldier, Lasky.
Sir.
You're dismissed.
Must be tough on your mom
knowing her real son's
never coming home.
SULLY:
Whoa! Lasky and Vickers!
Lasky!
Officer on deck!
Outside.
MEHAFFEY:
What the hell is wrong with you?
- Answer me.
- Nothing, sir!
Well, maybe there's
hope for you yet.
Sir?
There's a soldier
inside of you, Thomas.
I can see it.
Everyone can see it.
You need to see it!
I know your brother did.
Yes, sir.
Now go get yourself
cleaned up before class.
Axios!
[touchscreen beeps]
Hey, bro.
Hello from Arcadia,
the jungles of Arcadia.
So what can I tell you?
MAN: [on video] Tell him
how you got your new nickname!
- No.
- I'll tell him!
Come on, I swear!
I'll tell him. I'll tell him.
All right,
you're especially gonna love this.
So we make a drop
into the rainforest a couple weeks ago.
We see this river, me and the boys,
we decide to take a dip.
Rich warns us all
not to drink the water.
RICH:
Yeah, I did.
Of course, the first thing I do
is to get a mouthful.
I almost ruined my body suit
a couple times,
so now they call me, uh, Volcano.
MAN:
Ha ha! Volcano!
[group chanting]
Volcano! Volcano!
Volcano! Volcano!
MEHAFFEY:
The Pincer Movement...
the strategy used
in Earth's Second Punic w*r
against the Roman Republic
at the Battle of Cannae.
Orlen, begin.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Lesson beginning.
MEHAFFEY: Red represents
the Roman's troops,
blue Hannibal's.
Hannibal placed his spearmen
and slingers at the front.
Behind them, his swordsmen
flanked by cavalry.
When the Romans att*cked,
Hannibal's swordsmen retreated.
To the Romans,
that seemed to be due to their force,
but in reality,
Hannibal had ordered the retreat.
As the Romans continued
to drive the swordsmen back,
Hannibal's cavalry
galloped in from behind.
Once the attacking pincers connected,
the Romans
were completely surrounded.
This is an actual strategy?
It does seem a little basic.
The Romans outnumbered
Hannibal's troops by over 10,000 strong,
and yet, they were defeated.
Why?
Hubris.
Never underestimate your opponents.
Never underestimate
what they'll sacrifice for victory.
Questions?
Yeah, how do we apply this?
Yeah, we don't have horses.
MEHAFFEY: True, we don't,
but what do we have instead?
CHYLER: ODSTs.
Exactly.
They drop behind enemy lines,
att*ck from the rear, neutralize.
THOMAS:
Or die trying.
MEHAFFEY: There's a question
as old as w*r itself.
If someone is trying to k*ll you,
are you not to rise against him
and k*ll him first?
THOMAS: You were hanging
on her every word.
CHYLER: Why Wouldn't I?
THOMAS: I just hear the drumbeat
of endless w*r,
and that doesn't make me
an Innie lover.
Tell me how wrong I am.
Look, you want people to change?
You want this w*r to end?
Of course.
Then you're gonna
need people to follow you.
Tomorrow Hastati Squad
will try not to embarrass itself yet again!
You are a unit!
Your lives are
in each other's hands!
This morning's victor,
Cadet Silva, knows this,
because her parents
gave the ultimate sacrifice
and d*ed on the b*ttlefield.
Let success in tomorrow's exercise
be not just for our honor,
but for those who have fallen
so you can be here!
COMPUTER VOICE:
All Cadets, please be advised,
new mandatory curfew tonight at 2100.
[woman speaking
indistinctly on radio]
thr*at level Red.
[tapping]
[Chyler tapping]
COMPUTER VOICE:
Final combat exercise of this term.
Hastati versus Zuma.
Aah!
Come on, men! Let's go!
COMPUTER VOICE:
Cadets, prepare for cryo injections.
APRIL: Attention!
Today's mission is to capture the flag.
I expect a better outcome
than last time.
Permission to speak, sir!
Speak.
I'd like to take point, sir.
Okay, Lasky,
let's see if you still got it in you.
But for your sake, you better hope
you can pull some magic
out of your ass,
or you'll be running tour
for the rest of the year.
Understood, sir.
[gas hissing]
[coughing]
Hastati Squad, one minute to RV point.
On my mark:
three, two, one, mark!
DIMAH: Pick it up!
- Cover!
- Moving!
- Moving!
- RV point in sight!
WALTER: No sign of Zuma!
SULLY: Let's go! Move! Move!
WALTER: Keep moving!
Zuma's out here!
Watch your backs!
- Moving!
- Moving!
- At RV point.
- Here.
WALTER: Arriving!
Equal numbers.
THOMAS:
Deadlocked terrain.
What's your plan?
We're waiting.
[Chyler sighs]
[Insects buzzing]
Why are we just sitting here?
If we have equal numbers,
we should just fight it out.
[coughs] Yeah, just be patient.
WALTER:
Wheezing freak.
[Beeping]
Okay, they're moving.
Take off your helmets.
What?
That's pretty wildcard, Lasky.
We'll be flying blind.
Trust me.
ZUMA SQUAD LEADER:
Eyes up. Eyes up.
All right, flank 'em.
That's them.
They're all together.
WOMAN: Found 'em!
MAN: Huh?
[g*nf*re] [screams]
[g*nf*re]
[groaning]
Now!
[coughing]
THOMAS: Chyler, cover!
[g*nsh*t]
- Aah!
Aah!
[panting]
SULLY: [muffled] Lasky?
[light clicks]
[coughs]
What happened?
You passed out
during the training exercise.
My chest feels like it's on fire.
DR. HUGHES: Turns out the cryo blisters
and your difficulty breathing
are an allergic reaction
to the cytoprethaline.
It's a drug we inject
to keep ice crystals
from forming in your cells
during cryo sleep.
It occurs
in about one in every 50,000 or so.
So I won't be able to breathe
every time I wake up from cryo sleep.
The intensity of your allergy
is still undetermined.
I'll know more in a few hours.
I want you to take it real easy
the rest of the day today.
Yes, sir.
Thanks.
[Sighs]
[Sounds of distant combat]
Hey, bro.
I'm on Andesia.
It's a jump away from home.
It's day, uh...
I'm sorry I didn't com yesterday.
Couldn't. We got pinned
in a firefight for seven hours.
Uh, I must have k*lled
a dozen looies, though.
Mom would be proud.
I'm doing real good work here.
We're doing a good thing.
Rich didn't make it.
You remember Rich from back home.
He was right there next to me
and then...
he wasn't.
A pineapple sent him flying
in four different directions.
I had to shave it all off for Rich.
He said it'd make me look tougher.
Anyways, uh...
I got to go, bro.
I can't wait to get home.
I'll see you. Cadmon out.
[touchscreen beeps]
What are you doing?
Why do you torment
yourself with these?
Are you okay?
CHYLER: Whoa!
THOMAS: I've been better.
What did Dr. Hughes say?
That it's nothing.
Really?
You know, we won today.
Your strategy worked.
That's just me being a leader.
SULLY: [on video screen]
Lasky, wake up.
Oh, hey, Chyler.
Oh. What's up, Sully?
SULLY: Get in here.
You guys gotta see this.
WALTER:
You look like crap.
SULLY:
So feast your eyes on Grade-A
classified nonlisted
intelligence vids I pieced together.
Super pain in the ass to do,
but so worth it.
[g*nf*re, shouting]
DIMAH:
This is beyond top secret.
SULLY: I've never seen something
encrypted so hard,
but I cracked it.
JJ: Wow.
SULLY: It's crazy, huh?
JJ: Yeah.
MAN [on video]:
Target located.
SULLY: Wait, wait, wait.
Now here comes the best part.
Wait, watch this.
Watch his hand.
MAN: Target acquired!
No, no! They're coming!
They're coming!
JJ: That thing is like
two feet taller than the marine.
DIMAH:
Pretty crazy, huh?
SULLY:
Now check this out.
[g*nf*re]
MAN: Squad, encountered
unknown hostiles. Going back.
[Man screams]
JJ: Oh, no way!
SULLY: Now, who do you
think they're running from?
Are they fighting together?
SULLY: Okay, now here
comes the best part.
Wait, watch... watch this.
JJ: VVhoa!
WALTER: What is that thing?
SULLY: Do you get this?
Are you seeing all this?
COMPUTER VOICE:
It is now 1800.
All Cadets report to the Mess Hall.
SULLY:
What do you think that thing was?
JJ:
Definitely not an ODST.
SULLY:
Then what could it be?
WALTER:
Maybe some upgraded ODST armament.
JJ: Come on, did you not see
the size of that thing?
That's not ODST.
[imitating g*nf*re]
Guys, look, you're missing the point.
What matters is that our soldiers
were fighting alongside
the insurrectionists.
Why would we protect the enemy?
Cadet Lasky?
Colonel Mehaffey
would like to see you.
MEHAFFEY:
How are you feeling?
My chest burns, sir, quite a bit.
This is for you.
Seems like you have
a choice to make, Thomas.
I don't understand, sir.
It appears Dr. Hughes' test
has revealed
that the level of your allergy
to cytoprethaline
is serious enough to warrant
a medical discharge.
If you feel that you are
unfit for service,
all you need to do is sign the release
and bring it to the Tether.
When would I leave?
MEHAFFEY: Tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
You know, Thomas,
your memories and choices
are all you'll have left.
At the end of the game,
the king and the pawn
go into the same box.
You have to decide
what you're willing to sacrifice.
MEHAFFEY: Axios.
Axios.
[Cadets conversing indistinctly]
[touchscreen beeps]
Thomas, it is with a heavy heart
that I must inform you
that today your brother,
Cadmon, was sh*t down
by insurrectionist forces on Andesia.
All of his squad perished.
I've been told it was
a quick and painless death.
There are no remains to bury.
With this in mind,
I have decided that you
shall not leave Corbulo
to attend services...
[Colonel Lasky's voice fades]
[Inaudible]
Colonel Lasky out.
SULLY: Lasky?
Lasky, move over.
I gotta show you something.
Now's not a good time, Sully, okay?
No, it's important.
SULLY:
Now what the hell is that?
Hmm?
Whoa! Whoa! What...?
It's offline.
I'm screwed, man. It's ONI.
They must have flagged those come.
I got to talk to Dimah.
Dimah? Did you tell your mom?
Chyler?
[crickets chirping]
THOMAS: Hey.
CHYLER:
I thought I'd give your spot a try.
That com didn't make any sense.
Hating the looies is all I've ever known.
Did you tell Mehaffey about it?
No.
No.
What's that?
Apparently, I'm allergic to w*r.
What does this mean?
You're leaving?
Yeah, tomorrow, if I sign it.
Are you going to?
I don't know.
Chyler...
It's okay.
I know you don't want to be here.
I just thought that maybe...
I'll miss you.
[alarm siren sounds]
What is that?
COMPUTER VOICE:
All Cadets report to the Tether.
I don't know.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Campus-wide evacuation.
To the Tether, now!
This is not a drill!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Come on!
WOMAN:
Okay, let's go!
COMPUTER VOICE:
Full campus evacuation.
Campus-wide...
[Cadets shouting]
MAN:
Move it, Cadets!
Now, now! Move it, Cadets!
Go! Move, move!
MEHAFFEY:
Go to your squads, now!
MAN:
Let's go! Move! Move!
SECOND MAN:
Keep moving, Cadets!
Chyler, Lasky, the rest of the squad's
already at the Tether. Let's go.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Remain calm.
MAN: Move! Move!
Hastati! This way!
Hurry up! Right here!
Right here!
Lasky, Chen, let's go!
Okay, hold tight, stay in line.
What is this? insurrectionists?
I have no idea.
What's happening?
We're just lining up.
We're gonna get onto the Tether, okay?
[Rumbling, objects
whistling as they fall]
[Crash]
Go! Let's go!
What the...
Why are ODSTs dropping here?
JJ:
I don't know.
Because we're under att*ck.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Remain calm.
Maintain order.
[Explosions, objects whistling]
This is not good.
ODSTs dropping is never good.
Screw this.
I can get us on this wagon.
- No, no, no, we will hold our position.
- Yeah.
Guys, come on.
APRIL:
No, Tchakova, that is a direct order.
Suit yourself.
- Dimah!
- Dimah!
Get back in line right now!
JJ: Dimah!
Return to your squad, Cadet.
I'm getting on this wagon.
It's full. Wait for the next one.
My mother is Secretary of FleetCom.
Your choice, marine.
Go.
MAN:
Wagon full! Send her off!
This is taking too long, April.
Maybe we should
bum-rush like Dimah.
No, no, no, no. We'll be fine.
[ships rumbling]
What the hell are those things?
Go!
[Debris falling, screams]
[Cadets shouting]
Aah!
[expl*si*n]
[Footsteps, breathing]
[Muffled] Tom?
[Muffled explosions]
Steady!
[creature lands with a thud]
[distant g*nf*re]
[speaking alien language]
CHYLER:
Oh, my God, what is that?
[Heavy footsteps thudding]
[speaking alien language]
CHYLER:
Tom, come on! Come on!
THOMAS: What was that?
CHYLER: I don't know.
APRIL: What was that?!
[woman screaming, glass shatters]
APRIL:
Come on, come on!
Run! Run! Go!
[Objects thud]
[g*nf*re]
MAN:
Incoming!
- Move it!
- Come on!
Come on!
Watch out!
Up there!
Aah!
Chyler! Hastati!
Get to the door! Go!
Colonel Mehaffey.
Go, go, go, go!
Aah!
[speaking alien language]
[speaking alien language]
Tom! Come on!
Let's go!
MAN: Fall back!
[all shouting]
- Let's go!
- Come on!
SULLY: To the dorms!
JJ:
What's happening?
WALTER: The doors are locked!
Over here, in Lasky's room.
APRIL:
Come on! Come on, come on!
Oh, my God!
Dimah, she's dead!
Colonel Mehaffey.
We will be too
if we don't do something!
Corns are offline.
THOMAS:
It's a whole new w*r.
[woman screaming]
That sounded close!
[Heavy footsteps]
[creature speaking alien language]
It's invisible.
What the hell's invisible?
One of the things is inside,
and it is invisible.
[Heavy footsteps thudding]
[Crash]
[creature growling]
[Heavy footsteps]
[Crash]
[Man screaming]
It's coming.
We got to get out of here!
No, no, no, screw that!
We stay here!
Where are we gonna go?
No, no, no, we're gonna
go to the training room.
We're gonna get gacked up,
we're gonna get some weapons.
I'll take point.
APRIL:
Come on, come on, line up!
All right, tell us when.
Tell us when, all right?
[Crash]
Sheez.
[Silence]
[crash]
- Now!
[creature growling]
APRIL:
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
Go, hurry! What...
THOMAS: Guys?
[creature growls]
SULLY:
Why'd you stop, JJ?
JJ!
WALTER: Oh, my God!
Go, go, go, go!
Go! Go!
APRIL:
Lasky, send the distress beacon!
Chyler, help me get the weapons!
CHYLER: Let's go!
- My code isn't working!
- Try again!
Lasky, door!
Lasky, door!
Yeah, I'm trying!
CHYLER:
April, come on!
APRIL: I'm trying.
CHYLER:
It's not working!
THOMAS:
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!
This is Cadet Thomas Lasky!
I repeat, Mayday, Mayday!
There's been an att*ck
on Corbulo Academy,
excessive casualties.
I repeat, excessive casualties!
I don't have access
to the live rounds.
I think the beacon's down as well.
We're dead.
Okay. All right, think, think.
Think, think, think.
We can't stay in here, April.
We can't go out there.
[Thud, Walter grunts]
Unh!
Unh!
Unh!
Come on Vickers! Harder!
- Unh!
- Harder, Vickers!
[Loud thud outside]
[thud]
Hide.
[thud]
[creature growling]
[creature speaking alien language]
[thud]
[creature speaking alien language]
[thud]
[thud]
[Heavy footsteps]
[crash]
THOMAS: Shh.
[Heavy footsteps approaching]
[creature exhales]
[scrape]
[creature growls]
[Heavy footsteps withdrawing]
[distant thud]
[whispering] Okay, go.
SULLY:
Lasky, go for the door.
THOMAS:
We can't leave Vickers.
Where is it?
[thud]
He's right there.
[Heavy footsteps thudding]
[creature growling]
[Radio crackles,
creature speaking alien language]
[speaking alien language]
[speaking alien language]
Hey! Guys, run!
Aah!
SULLY: Vickers!
[speaking alien language]
[Growls]
[speaking alien language]
[w*apon buzzing]
[laughing, Kn*fe strike]
[groaning]
MAN'S VOICE:
We don't have much time.
Let's go.
CHIEF: Kelly, inform Command
I have four survivors.
CHIEF: Kelly, inform Command
I have four survivors.
Take your team north.
Rendezvous at Evac Alpha
for Pelican extraction.
We'll meet you there.
Chief out.
How did you find us?
CHIEF:
The distress beacon.
SULLY:
Why did you come for us?
CHIEF:
You're the only survivors.
In the school?
On the planet.
We've got 15 minutes
to get to the evac point.
Armor up.
SULLY: It's... it's locked.
[Distant crash]
Stay quiet.
Do not leave no matter
what you hear outside.
THOMAS:
Wait. Who are you?
Call me Master Chief.
SULLY: Oh, God.
I knew those ONI vids were bad news.
Now we're the only ones alive, and...
CHYLER:
Sully, shh!
SULLY:
What the hell is going on?
We're all following a giant robot.
Who knows
if he's even coming back?
He's gonna come back.
I believe him.
You okay?
I don't know.
Hang on. We'll be all right.
Hey, hey, you're gonna be fine.
Thanks.
[expl*si*n outside]
[thud]
[Heavy footsteps thudding]
Who's the best sh*t here?
You probably.
Chyler is.
I'm good.
I am, too.
Cadet Lasky,
can you drive a Warthog?
Uh...
Yeah, sure.
Good. That's where we're headed.
sh**t on the left and right.
Driver in the center.
Stay close to me.
It's your best chance of survival.
[expl*si*n]
[expl*si*n]
THOMAS: [whispering]
Sully, keep up.
APRIL: Sully, come on.
SULLY: [stammering]
Where'd they all go?
Aah!
[w*apon fires]
- Get down!
- Aah!
Get to the Hog.
I'll draw their fire.
CHYLER:
Where'd he go?
Chief!
Cover me!
Lasky, go!
- You okay?
- I've got Sully.
Go!
Moving! Cover me!
Aah!
CHYLER:
Stay low! Stay low!
[grunting]
[clicking]
Chyler, I'm out!
Give me Sully!
[Sully groans]
- I got you.
Ah! Come on!
Ah! Come on!
[Power shuts down]
[clicking]
[g*nsh*t]
[creature screams]
[frustrated grunt]
Come on!
[engine starts]
[Multiple g*nshots]
CHYLER: April, go!
APRIL: Come on, Sully!
Go!
APRIL: Come on, Chyler!
[engine revving]
Drive!
Aah!
[tires screeching]
[Groans]
APRIL: - Lasky!
It's harder than it looks!
[Sully screaming]
- Hang in there, Sully!
THOMAS: Sorry!
You're doing fine!
Just keep it steady!
Bear right, Cadet.
There's an access directly ahead.
[whoosh]
Faster, Cadet.
Four minutes to the Pelican.
We have to get off the planet.
Aah!
[alarm beeping]
[creature screams]
CHIEF: Controlled bursts!
Don't spray and pray.
Cadet, two o'clock!
[creature screams]
THOMAS:
Chyler, cover!
CHYLER: Covering!
[creatures groan]
CHIEF:
Kelly, track our position for evac.
I think we're clear.
[alarm beeping]
Nice job.
[Growls]
[Sully groans]
CHYLER: - Is everyone okay?
[engine won't start]
[engine won't start]
Hand me the bio foam
and man the g*n.
THOMAS: Come on!
Come on!
[engine won't start]
- Ah, come on!
This'll help you walk.
Gah.
We're almost there.
Tom?
Come on.
Come on.
Tom?
Tom.
- Chief! Chief!
[Chyler screams]
Chyler's been hit!
CHYLER: Aah!
CHIEF:
I'm out of bio foam.
We have to get her
to the Pelican now.
[distant g*nf*re, creatures shouting]
They're retreating.
Why would they do that now?
We're being hunted.
Keep moving north.
You'll see my team.
Run as fast as you can
and don't stop for anything, including me.
[expl*si*n] [groans]
- Can you walk?
- I'll try.
Just keep breathing.
Just hang in there, okay?
Hang in there.
SULLY: Come on!
[Chyler groans]
APRIL:
We gotta get her somewhere.
To the blind.
Let's go back.
THOMAS:
Oh, my God.
[creature growls]
Guys, go!
THOMAS: Go! Go!
THOMAS:
Sully, you with us?
SULLY: Yeah.
[Chyler groans]
APRIL:
Hang in there, Chyler!
[coughing]
We're gonna get you
out of here, okay?
SULLY:
April? Stun rounds.
This will numb the pain, okay?
THOMAS:
Hang in there, Chyler.
Hang in there, Chyler.
Come on, hang in there.
It's okay, Tom.
I'm sorry.
No, please.
[Crying] Chyler.
[Heavy footsteps approaching]
I'm sorry.
I need your a*mo, Cadets.
It took everything I had
to bring that thing down.
SULLY:
We don't have any.
Just stun rounds, sir.
Thanks.
[rumbling]
- Guys?
There's another one.
Move now!
You have to leave her, Tom.
I'm sorry.
SULLY: Lasky, come on!
APRIL:
Lasky, come on, come on!
[Explosions]
[g*nf*re]
[creature growls]
[groaning]
CHIEF: There!
CHIEF: Kelly, need more time.
Cannot make it to the rendezvous.
You have to hold the Pelican.
I won't leave them!
Chief out.
CHIEF: I'll engage.
Get to the Pelican
as fast as you can.
No, sir!
I'll be the decoy.
Lasky, no!
You swing in from behind.
Cadet.
Lasky!
- Axios!
- Lasky!
[speaking alien language]
[w*apon fires]
[Growls]
No!
[creature howls]
[Growls]
Lasky! Lasky!
SULLY: Lasky?
APRIL: Lasky!
Lasky!
Lasky!
Bring it down, Kelly.
- Come on.
[coughing]
Come on.
[Music]
[thrusters rumbling]
We have three survivors.
WOMAN'S VOICE:
I've alerted Command.
CHIEF: Let's go.
[Indistinct radio communications]
How old are all of you?
That's classified.
Well done, soldier.
MALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Shall I play it again, sir?
No.
That won't be necessary.
MALE COMPUTER VOICE:
The captain has moved us
into Emergency Slipspace Protocol.
Prepare for cryo.
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[Music]
[sync marker beeps]
DIRECTOR: Cut.
[laughter]
Lasky, come on, let's go!
[zipping]
[laughter]
Lasky, Lasky, let's go!
Lasky! Lasky!
[Bleep]
Wait a minute, buddy.
TOM GREEN: Oh, okay.
Thanks, Lasky.
GREEN: No worries.
Go back to yelling at me.
MAN: Alarm!
[laughing]
MAN: Sorry, man.
I don't... I don't need the alarm.
DIRECTOR:
Back to one. Still rolling.
MAN:
Beep beep... [laughing]
- Dude, come on, man.
- Back to one.
DIRECTOR:
Okay, outside we see this massive alien
starting to stand up
out of the smoke.
It's huge, it roars!
[laughter]
Smashes the statue in half!
[laughter]
Roar!
[laughing]
You hopped. Your arm.
[laughing]
ANNA POPPLEWELL:
What?
Go! Go! This way, this way!
This way, Sullivan, go!
[laughter]
Go! Go! Go!
Whaa! Aah!
Oh, for [bleep].
[laughter]
DIRECTOR: Go.
[laughing] Jeez.
Something ONI
wouldn't want to see us.
DIRECTOR: What now?
[laughter]
Something ONI
wouldn't want to see us.
Wouldn't want to show us.
Wouldn't want us
to see us. Wait.
Wouldn't want us to see.
Something ONI wouldn't
want us to see.
[panting]
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Huh.
What was the line?
[Director speaks line]
- Oh.
I'm so thankful.
We are so thankful.
- How did you find us?
[laughing]
Wait.
POPPLEWELL:
Torn, hurry up!
Hey, Chyler, can you get me...
[laughing]
Bffff!
[imitating g*nf*re]
KAT DE LIEVA:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Pfff! Pfff! Pfff!
Bag out!
DE LIEVA: Shh!
[imitating g*nf*re]
DE LIEVA: Shh.
Shh! Not too loud.
[fork clangs on floor] [bleep]
[laughter]
DIRECTOR:
Don't worry about it.
What do you think
that thing was?
Hey, JunJie,
why don't you ease up?
Nah, Sully, Vickers is right.
DIRECTOR:
One more time...
[laughing]
Well done, Chyler.
Axios!
Can you give me your w*apon?
Oh, okay.
Left face!
[laughs]
Quick...[laughs]
Sorry. Ahem.
How the hell can Chyler
put a monkey wrench together
faster than I can assemble a...
GREEN: She's been acing these things
since she was six, man.
[laughs] I gotta go again.
- Cadet Mehaffey? [bleep]
[laughter]
DIRECTOR: Still rolling.
For your sake, you better be able
to pull some magic out of that ass,
or you'll be [bleep].
[laughter]
Sorry!
This is private, please.
[laughter]
DIRECTOR:
Officer on deck. Action!
DIRECTOR:
Three, two, one, hunter!
Go, Chief.
[laughing]
DIRECTOR:
Three, two, one, action!
[stuntman laughing]
Cut!
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