Oh, God.
Oh, God, I thought you guys were dead.
-Our radio was broken. -Where's Nick?
-He's dead and so is the black one. -The queen?
-I think it's down that hall. -What's this?
-It's a slug. -What?
-An infertile membrane, a dead egg. -What does it mean?
-She's about to start laying. -Then let's finish this and get out.
Sixty seconds will give us enough time.
We'll blow this whole place.
What the hell? Hammett?
Quite a sight, isn't it?
The miracle of birth.
Can't believe you wanna destroy something so beautiful.
Toss the gun down, soldier girl.
What?
You don't think I'd shoot you?
Good girl.
You have no idea what you're doing, Hamett.
I think I do.
Ten million dollars for just one baby snake.
Let me guess You're working with Murdoch?
You are not a doctor for nothing.
There's no special forces unit, is there?
Two for two.
Why don't you just shoot me?
Well, you could be a meal.
Or you could take a bullet and be a meal.
Or you could work for a brand-new employer,
who could use some of your expertise in continuing their research.
You cut me in on the 10 million?
Negotiable.
Okay.
Not.
So you wanna play.
I'm trying to be nice to you.
Happy trails, slimy bitch.
Your 10 mil's about to go up in flames, Hammett.
Hope that's not the only thing.
Good knowing you.