Pitch Black

They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep.

All but the primitive side,

the animal side.

No wonder I'm still awake.

Transporting me with civilians.

Sounded like 40, 40-plus.

Heard an Arab voice,

some hoodoo holy man,

probably on his way to New Mecca.

But what route?

What route?

Smelled a woman.

Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather.

Prospector type.

Free settlers.

And they only take the back roads.

And here's my real problem.

Mr. Johns,

the blue-eyed devil.

Plannin' on taking me back to slam,

only this time he picked a ghost lane.

A long time between stops.

A long time for something to go wrong.

Why did I fall on you?

He's dead.

The captain's dead.

I was looking right at him.

The chrono shows we are 22 weeks out,

so--so gravity was not supposed to kick in for another 19.

Why'd I fall at all?

Did you hear what I said?

The captain's dead.

1550 millibars...

dropping 20 mb per minute.

Shit! We're hemorrhaging air. Something took a swipe at us.

Come on. Just tell me we're still in the shipping lane.

Just show me all those stars. Come on!

Those big, bright--

What?

This is an emergency dispatch

from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner

en route to the Tangier system

with 40 commercial passengers onboard.

We have been knocked out of our shipping lane

and are currently entering the atmosphere

of a planetary body in this position..

X-38-stroke-5,

Y-95-stroke-8, Z-21--

Fry, where the hell's our comms?

Rate of descent beyond known limits.

Rate of descent beyond...

They trained you for this, Fry, right?

Deploy lower air brakes now.

Deploy lower air brakes...

Center of gravity too far aft.

Recommend purging ballast now.

What the... Was that a purge, Fry?

Too heavy in the ass.

I can't get my fucking nose down.

Crisis program selected number 2 of this system

because it shows at least some oxygen.

Maximum terrain 220 meters over mean surface,

largely cinder and gypsum with some evaporite deposits.

Fry, what the hell are you doing?

I gotta drop more load.

Look, I tried everything else. I still got no horizon.

Better try everything twice,

'cause we don't just flush out--

Look, if you know something I don't,

get up here and take the chair.

Listen, company says we are responsible

for every single one of those people, Fry.

What, we both die out of sheer fucking nobility?

Don't you touch that handle, Fry!

I'm not gonna die for them.

Air-lock doors not secure.

Owens!

70 seconds, Fry.

You still have 70 seconds to level this beast out.

Shit. Shit!

Pull him up.

Air lock doors not secure.

Air-lock doors not secure. Air-lock doors...

What the fuck is happening up there?

Yeah, I-Imam?

Zeke?

Somebody's gonna get hurt one of these days.

It ain't gonna be me.

Here, Shazza.

So I guess something went wrong.

I'm sorry.

Get it out of me!

Don't touch it!

Don't--Don't you touch that handle!

Get it out of him!

No, no, no, it's too close to his heart.

There's some Anestaphine in the med-lock in the back of the cabin.

Not anymore, there's not.

Get out of here, everyone.

Get out of here.

Allahu Akbar

Allahu Akbar...

That'll teach me for flying coach.

Interesting.

Is anyone else having difficulties breathing?

Yeah, I feel one lung short.

All of us.

I feel like I just ran or something.

There was talk of a scouting party looking for other people,

but then we saw this.

What the bloody hell happened?

It could have been a meteor storm.

Might have been a rogue comet.

I don't know.

Well, I, for one, am thoroughly grateful.

This beast wasn't made to land like this,

but I think you did well.

Actually, the only reason we're alive is because of her.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

Thanks very much.

Yeah, thanks for saving our dicks.

No, really. Thanks awfully.

Well done.

He just escaped from a maximum prison.

So do we just keep him locked up forever?

Well, that would be my choice.

Is he really that dangerous?

Only around humans.

The whole bloody container's upside down.

It's all topsy-turvy.

Well, thank God it's not a total loss.

Booze?

This is what you have to drink?

I'm gonna need a receipt for that, for all of these.

This is my personal stuff.

Mmm-hmm.

I don't suppose this will help you at all.

Unfortunately it is not permitted,

especially while on hajj.

You do realize there's no water, don't you?

All deserts have water.

It only waits to be found.

I hope you're right.

All the more for me then.

Motherfucker.

What the hell are these?

Maratha war picks from northern India.

Very rare.

And this?

That's a hunting blow-dart pipe

from northern Papua New Guinea.

That's very, very rare since the tribe is now extinct.

They couldn't hunt shit with these things,

would be my guess.

What's the point anyway?

If the man is gone, he's gone.

Why should he bother us?

Maybe to take what you got.

Maybe to work your nerves.

Or maybe to just come back

and skull-fuck you in your sleep.

He sounds like a charmer.

For you.

Let's just get-- Here we go.

Yeah? Yeah.

Imam, if we're looking for water, we should leave soon,

before nightfall, while it's cooler.

Ali.

Excuse me.

I think you should see this.

3 suns?

Bloody hell.

So much for your nightfall.

So much for my cocktail hour.

We take this as a good sign.

A path, direction from Allah.

Blue sun, blue water.

Ever wondered why I'm an atheist?

It's a bit of a bad sign. That's Riddick's direction.

I thought you found his restraints over there,

towards sunset.

Right. Which means he went towards sunrise.

Zeke.

Fully loaded clip. Safety's on.

One shot if you spot him, ok?