(light buzzes)
(heavy breathing)
(metal clanks)
(heavy breathing)
(door opens)
(footsteps)
(door closes)
(ominous music)
- How did they escape?
You're not making a good first impression.
(clicking) (electronic sounds)
(cloaked figure gasps)
(heavy breathing)
Do you have any idea of the costs?
Our supplies have shot out of the skies.
His fucking siblings.
It's embarrassing.
(electronic sound) (painful gasps)
(winching in pain)
- Watch your head. Watch your head. You're okay.
Come on, lay down, lay down.
(painfully crying)
You're okay, you're okay.
(crying) Oh God.
- Get the bullets! Get the bullets!
- (crying) Okay, okay!
- (injured man screaming) Queen!
- Oh God. Burn it.
(man winces)
- Give me a lighter! Give me a lighter!
(Queen screams)
Give me a fucking lighter!
(both gasping)
(man screams)
(ominous music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(electronic beeps)
- (Queen whispering) Shit.
- I don't like these paths at all.
- We can tell it's solid, Birdie.
Medics, fat with supplies.
- We're too far from camp.
- We'll be fine.
- Eat, once it's down, we should be on the move.
(chomping food)
- Mom woulda loved this spot.
- She sure would.
(electronic beeps)
- What is that?
(beeps get louder)
Shut it off!
- I'm trying!
(metal crunching)
(heaving breathing)
- I fucking told you. I fucking told you no gadgets.
I fucking told you. - [Queen] It shouldn't sound,
- I'm sorry. I must've messed up the wiring.
- We should go.
- No, Birdie we need this.
- What?
- It could be Nanos aboard.
- Nanos?
- We could sell them.
Citizenship, that's our dream.
We've got to take chances Birdie.
- Do you have any idea what hunts those things?
- We can handle it.
- [Birdie] No we can't. We can't.
- Me and you, yes we fucking can!
- [Birdie] We fucking can't!
(under his breath) Oh my God.
Okay.
We have a good plan.
It's, it's a good plan.
First the city. And then the program.
Come on. Come on.
- [Queen] And if that plan fails, then what?
God, we deserve better than this Birdie.
- I know.
Hey, I know.
We gotta be smart.
There's way more of them than they are of us.
If they catch us,
if they fucking hurt you, what am I supposed to do
If they fucking hurt you?
What am I supposed to fucking do?
- You're right.
It's a good plan.
- Shut up.
(sighs)
- I'll find us some new paths.
Get the hell out of here.
(distant whistling)
- [Birdie] We gotta go.
(footsteps)
(ominous music continues)
(owl cooing)
(crickets chirping)
(heaving breathing)
(footsteps)
(metal clanking)
(man whistling)
(loud footsteps)
(distant whistling)
(Queen screaming)
- Queen!
(Birdie grunting)
(intense music)
(gunshot firing)
- Did you least secure the weapon?
Ambitious.
But they make us look weak.
Worse,
they inspire hope.
Yeah, we can't have that now, can we?
(shocking sounds)
(ominous music continues)
(footsteps)
- (voice of Birdie) Do you have any idea
what hunts those things?
- (voice of Queen) We can handle it.
- We have no other choice, we need them.
(nature sounds)
(intense music continues)
(metallic clanking)
(water dripping)
(metallic clicking)
(electronic sounds)
(rumbling aircraft sounds)
(weapon charging)
(weapon firing)
(Queen coughing)
(rumbling aircraft sounds)
(Queen grunting)
(weapon charging)
(music intensifies)
(weapon firing)
(aircraft crashing)
(ominous music continues)
(steaming sounds)
- Please don't sound.
(electronic clicking)
(electronic buzzing)
(air lock opening)
(electronic beeping)
(steaming sounds)
(intense music continues)
(weapon striking)
(disoriented) Wait.
Wait please stop!
Please, my brother, he won't make it!
(Queen crying)
(Queen screaming) No!
(loud cracking sound)
(labored breathing)
- Kill the siblings. Retrieve the weapon.
It was so simple.
- [Cloaked Figure] (whispering) First the city,
then the program.
- Program?
A life aboard the colony?
(electronic buzzing)
Fucking commoners!
The concessions we've made for your kind.
The fucking sacrifices!
(cloaked figure yelling)
(Interrogator painfully screaming)
- Sacrifice!
(rumbling buzz)
(intense music continues)
- Don't let me go. Don't let me go.
(inaudible speech)
(woman crying)
- Wait,
I can give you.
The program, a new life, I can give you what you want.
Yeah.
- No.
No you can't.
- Wait.
(gunshot)
(ominous music)