Battlefield Earth

The year 3000 BC.

Earth, cradle of humanity, has been occupied for 1,000 years...

...by the cruel inhabitants of the planet Psychlo.

Like in so many other planets, other galaxies, the Psychlos explote the metals...

...to teleport to their mother planet.

Gold is the most rare and precious metal.

The human race, decimated, fights for its survival.

Hidden in caves, in the irradiated areas, mankind is on the brink of extinction.

The entire tribe must not be endangered...

because of the defiance of one person.

You must forget about him.

He was a wild spirit and this was always to be his fate.

You talk as if he's already dead

Even if he does survive this time, he's a greener...

so set your sights elsewhere for a husband.

I'll never set my sights elsewhere.

- This is all the medicine I could find. - I'm sorry.

The gods took your father in the night.

As long as we stay here, there'll never be enough to eat. Never.

There may be other places we could live where food is plentiful.

All it takes is one demon to follow you back from the forbidden land.

Then we'd all be struck down.

Have you ever seen one?

Have you?

Has anyone here ever seen one?

A demon?

A monster!

A beast!

The stories are true.

The gods used to live here.

They watched over and protected man, but man grew selfish...

and cruel. So the gods left...

allowing the demons to descend from the sky.

As survivors, we must dedicate our lives to pleasing the gods...

so that one day they will come back and drive away the demons.

That is our fate.

Only if you believe in fate.

I'm sorry. I can't take you.

I can't handle myself as well as a man?

- No. - You arrogant greener.

You can handle yourself better than most men...

which is why you need to help the village.

Your mother gave this to me before she died.

She hoped it'd be passed to your children.

It's for good luck.

Don't let anything happen to you out there.

Easy!

Easy!

So you're the beast we're all afraid of.

Not a lot of meat on a dragon.

You have been fortunate in the hunt.

I hope you thanked the gods.

- A nonbeliever. - I believe what I can see.

A nonbeliever, huh? You from the caves?

Probably never seen a god. Would you like to?

- What do you know about gods? - We've seen gods. Rock and l.

You lying thieves.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, we're hunting.

No time to show you gods with no food.

We need food. We must hunt. Nonbeliever.

Wait.

First you show me the god.

Then we eat.

Look.

Frozen ones.

The way to the great god village is marked by these frozen ones.

When the gods left this world, they ordered man not to look at them.

Those that disobeyed were frozen in place for all of eternity.

When the gods lived here they could fly through the air.

They'd drive chariots in front of special caves with golden arches.

Golden.

And the food would magically appear.

Magic.

Here!

The gods weren't allowed to fall in love with mortal women.

This one did...

and was left behind, frozen as punishment.

Are you sure this was a god?

I thought you said you believe what you can see.

If you need proof...

when the sun goes down, you can see the rest of the gods in the sky.

They're the bright lights.

The evil beasts hunt in the dark. We need to find shelter.

There's a cave over here.

Look at those poor bastards. They really angered the gods.

Carlo.

Let's eat.

Go. Go.

What's a "greener"?

The grass is greener on the other side.

Always looking for something better, something out there.

Maybe she was right.

God stone.

Sharp.

No, you keep it. You keep it.

Where we're from, a good woman is a hard thing to find.

So if you were stupid enough to leave a good woman behind...

why don't you tell me where she is so I can go get her for myself?

No!

Forget about me. Get out of here. I can't move!

No!

Oh, heavenly gods!

Don't breathe the air!

It's poison!

My chest is on fire!

It helps you breathe. Take it!

I can't!

Get off my brother.

- What's he saying? - Don't know.

Who's responsible for allowing him to run around?

He shot the wrangler.

I'm a little pressed for time. Save the going-away jokes for later.

No joke, sir. I swear.

The man-animal got ahold of this gun.

Really?

Show me.

Sir?

Reach for the gun.

But, sir, I might get shot.

Sure, you might. And I might suddenly grow a third arm!

But it shot the wrangler.

Any report filed today still has my name on it...

and you are out of your skull-bone if you think I'm going to write...

"shot by a man-animal" as the cause of death unless I see it!

If I obey your command, I may get killed.

If you don't, it's a certainty you will be killed.

Reach for the gun.

Well, I'll be damned.

Teleportation sequence activated.

Teleportation sequence activated.

It is a pleasure to see you, Your Excellency.

I would be honored to expedite your clearance through security.

Please, call me Zete. Does all of Earth look like this?

I'm afraid so, sir.

Pathetic. All the green and the blue sky.

They told me this planet was ugly, but this is one of the ugliest...

- in the entire universe. - I couldn't agree more.

I hate these puny, undersized planets. The gravity is so different.

One does get used to it.

And the human-animals, grossly undersized.

They don't make good eating, Your Excellency.

- My executive assistant, Ker. - Thank you.

He has been fully trained to replace me as chief of security.

- As soon as my transfer goes through. - Well, Ker...

once we finish mining out this miserable little planet...

let's do the universe a favor.

Let's exterminate the lot of them.

- Oh, you're too much. - So they tell me.

Please, come this way.

Spy satellites recorded those.

- What is this species? - According to the Clinko historians...

the species is called "dog."

- Dog. - Yes.

Obviously the superior race, having the man-animal chauffeur.

Well, dogs did prove to be more cooperative than the man-animals.

They weren't as useful when it came to manual labor.

I am honored by your visit, Your Excellency.

Thank you, Planetship.

You'll be pleased. I approved additional labor resources.

They'll be here by the end of quarter cycle.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

Now, let's see.

Your long overdue transfer.

You must be looking forward to getting off this disgusting excuse of a planet.

I just want to do whatever serves the corporation best, sir.

Very admirable. And I must say, you've done...

a first-rate job here as interim security chief.

Hear, hear! Hear, hear!

I do what I can.

So we've decided to keep you for another tour of service.

There must be some mistake.

Home Office does not make mistakes.

Of course not. But have you looked at my file?

It explicitly says that this is a temporary assignment.

Are you not aware that I graduated top of my class?

Quite an accomplishment.

I don't mean to second-guess the Home Office...

but surely I could be of better service...

Home Office is well aware of your academic achievements and talents.

That's why we've decided not to keep you here for another five cycles.

It's a joke.

Thank you, sir.

I don't know if I could've kept my sanity...

to be here another five cycles.

We've decided to keep you here for another 50 cycles!

With endless options for renewal!

Those options, of course...

being at Home Office's discretion.

Not yours.

The senator...

has a lot of friends.

Would you please tell the senator...

if I'd had even an inkling that that was his daughter...

Watch your tongue.

The senator's exact words to me were, and I'm quoting:

"If that blasted Terl tries to talk his way out of it...

have him vaporized on the spot."

But cheer up. There's one bright side to this.

One day you're going to die, and when you end up in hell...