Critters 4

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All right, you gumballs.

Stay right there.

Ain't never done that before.

Attention.

Hoar this... you are about to violate

intergalactic bio-preservation laws.

Bounty hunter 0601127,

Earth sector.

You are in violation of mandate E102.

Violation?

Charlie.

Ug?

Is that you in there?

- Charlie, my friend. - Wow.

- Wow. It's great to see you. - And you as well.

You're looking good.

We just received your bio-alert.

Yeah, yeah. What was that all about?

You are in violation of zoological mandate E102,

Clause 14, paragraph 5, items 6 and 7.

Huh?

Specifically, you are prohibited

from terminating any trans-galactic life-form

if it means total extinction of the species.

Oh, yeah. But they're dangerous.

You taught me how dangerous they are.

Aggression factor is irrelevant.

Those two eggs are the last two eggs.

The intergalactic council has dispatched

a specimen collection pod.

You are instructed to place the eggs

into the receptacle in the pod.

The council is sending a pod here?

Come on, Ug...

Good luck, Charlie, my friend.

Yeah, but Ug... Ug!

Wait a second. What am I supposed...

Ug!

Ug.

Okay.

All right, put these in over here.

Specimen retrieval unit empty.

Hey! Hey, wait a second! Wait a minute!

Off, please.

Oh, no! Not again!

Hey! I don't want to go nowhere!

- -

- - Ethan! Move it.

Get your ass on deck.

I'm sorry, Captain...

I can't hear you.

20 more days.

Sublight shuttle and Earth.

See you soon, Dad.

Goddamn it, Bernie, keep us out of that stuff.

Hey, I'm not the pilot, Rick.

- Fran! - I'm on it.

AI Bert...

Where's your so-called apprentice?

Looks like 12 degrees to make about 35 burn.

Roger. I got it. Give it to me in five.

Ethan, I know you are there.

On deck. Pronto.

Acknowledge. I'm on my way.

Looks like a live one.

Is it hollow?

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No can say.

What's it doing out here?

Looks beat up. Trajectory's pretty weird.

It weighs about a ton and a half.

It could be a space probe. Or an escape pod.

Whatever it is, it's a ton and a half

more beer money than we got now.

So, do we do, or do we don't?

Yeah.

Bernie, go down to the bay

and let's see if we can put a track on this.

Shit.

It won't scan.

I can't tell you what's inside.

Okay.

Where are you going?

Well, sir...

if you simply must possess this thing,

then I must go downstairs and make sure

that the gravity panels still drag in a ton and a half.

- Okay? - Just...

Make it so.

Aye, aye, Captain.

- Hey! - Huh?

Number one... you're late.

Number two...

Who told you you could wear those?

- You did. - I did?

Yeah.

Well, your lease is up.

I guess Rick's had a little too much coffee again?

Rick has got a bug up his butt.

See? He's gone

and discovered himself...

a magnetic space anomaly.

And he's gotten stiff in the jock.

And you, my friend...

must learn to at least

pretend a bit

of servitude.

Just like you?

It's life in space, kiddo. Catch you in five.

Aye, aye.

Tractor power up. Online in five.

Roger that.

Two kilos and closing.

1500.

Tell Bernie to get ready to lock, Captain.

Oh, there you are.

Can't you hear the bridge in your stateroom?

Rick!

Tractor power's reading 90 on the line.

- Better get ready, folks. - Got it.

Pull out when I say, and not before.

Better grab it fast. She's going.

I don't know if she's got the guts, Rick,

but she's all yours.

Give me two more degrees.

Come on, Bernie! Lateral! Lateral!

Spin it around if you have to.

Just don't give me any new dents.

Clamps are out, but they look sluggish.

AI Bert.

The clamps are freezing up.

I got the de-icer boots working, sir.

Thank you... Ethan, the engineer.

Dropping. 5.9, she's steady.

All right. We've got it.

Okay, boys and girls.

Let's reel it in and see what we won.

Okay, it's hollow.

Agnometer reading 35,

40, 55.

Jeez, it's real cold inside.

- About 10, 12 degrees. - Hold It.

Um...

Could you ask Bernie to go back a little?

You can ask him to go back, Ethan.

There's nothing there.

It's just a corrosion swirl.

- Bernie, acknowledge. - Is that you, Ethan?

Yeah, Bernie, this is me.

Listen, could you move the camera back manually?

A little slower.

Uh... more.

More.

A bit more. Stop.

It's rust.

Magnify times four, please.

Now it's great big rust.

Bernie, um...

aim a blower at that section there.

Anything for you, madame pilot.

Look, right there. You see?

It's a factory stamp.