www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016 (bird predator squawking) RIDDICK (voice-over): Don't know how many times I been crossed off the list and left for dead. (bird predator squawks) Guess when it first happens the day you were born, you're gonna lose count. (screeching) So this... this ain't nothin' new. (screeching) (squawks) (chirring) (grunts) (wind gusting) (grunts) (sniffs) (eerie howl echoes from distance) (rustling nearby) (howl echoing) (wind whistling) (grunting with effort) (sudden crack, Riddick yells) (alien jackals bellowing, snarling) (grunts echoing from distance) (grunting, snarling) (fierce growling) (snarling, growling) (water burbling) (deep growling, sniffing) (heartbeat gradually slowing) (heartbeat slows to a stop) (breathing deeply) (low growling) (jackal snarling) (growls, snarls) (snarling, growling) (fierce barking) (Riddick grunting) (Riddick grunts, jackal snarls) (whimpers) (Riddick yells, jackal snarls & growls) (barking, snarling) (Riddick growls) -(Riddick grunts) (whines, barks) (wind whistling) (Riddick grunts) -(crackling) -(Riddick grunts) (liquid burbling) (sudden bark) (low growling) (sniffing) (sniffing) (deep growl) (mud demon hissing) (mud demon rattling, hissing) (screeching) (jackal howls in pain) (jackal growls) (distant squawking) (mud demon rattling, hissing) (screeching) (deep growling) -(Riddick grunting) -(mud demon snarling) (mud demon screeches) (mud demon bellows, snorts) (screeches) RIDDICK (voice-over): There are bad days, and then there are legendary bad days. This was shaping up to be one of those. Whole damn planet wanted a piece of me. Can't stay in the open. Can't risk another attack. (debris rattling) It's always the punch you don't see coming that puts you down. (grunts) But why didn't I see it? (grunts) Of course they were gonna try to kill me. Death is what they do for a living. So the question ain't what happened. (rocks clatter, thud) The question is: what happened to me? (rock thuds) (static humming, crackling) (woman sighs) (whispers): You are the Lord Marshal now. RIDDICK (voice-over): How'd they get so close? How'd I let them blindside me like that. CROWD (chanting): Threshold! Take us to the threshold! RIDDICK (voice-over): Necromongers. Someone to put a crown on my head. Someone to put a noose around my neck. (whispers): Please, come back to bed. RIDDICK (voice-over): Every Lord Marshal was supposed to take some big oath. One that I... never really got around to. Could say it created a little friction. And more than a few assassins. I needed a way out. Some new place. Or maybe just an old one. Furya. I know what it's called. You just don't know where it is. I need charts. -I need maps. -Impossible. -I need a direction. -Purged from all records, as you well know. But you remember where, Commander Vaako. So many worlds. The only map left in existence is the one that's in my head, Riddick. (exhales slowly) So what do you want? The crown. Transcendence. Krone... break off a ship. Riddick's going home. RIDDICK (voice-over): Vaako. You can't blame him for dangling Furya. Home has a certain equity. (wind whistling) But I do blame him for what came next. It's a long way to come... for this. RIDDICK (voice-over): This guy with the fucked-up face, Krone-- he was supposed to be my ride home. But instead of Furya, we wind up someplace called... (sniffs) ...Not Furya. Yet again, someone was trying to play me. So yet again... ...we play for blood. (groans) (grunting) (sizzling) (laughs) (gasps) (grunts) (weapons firing) (ground rumbling) You keep what you kill, Riddick! (echoing): You keep what you kill! RIDDICK (voice-over): Somewhere along the way, I lost a step. I got sloppy. Dulled my own edge. Maybe I went and did the worst crime of all: I got civilized. So now we zero the clock. Just me and this no-name world. Got to find that animal side again. (whimpering) (wind whistling) (whimpering continues) 'I'm just so smart.' LAID-BACK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING THINKS: 'Course, we'd have LAID-BACK MUSIC PLAYS THINKS: I blame the ocean. That's what divides us as people. 'I mean, if we drained all the sea from the planet, then we'd be connected.' THINKS: I have two PHDs. Should I go for a third? THINKS: 'I don't wanna throw the sea away. I mean, you gotta keep it; it's` it's of some use. 'Maybe up in space in a bowl.' THINKS: Bit greedy maybe. 'I'm just so smart.' LAID-BACK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING THINKS: 'Course, we'd have to house all the animals. CAR HORN BEEPS 'Ooh. 'Meanwhile, down on Earth, all those shipwrecks could become playgrounds for kids ` 'kids of all nations. (LAUGHS)' TYRES SCREECH LAID-BACK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING THINKS: Ow, my genius head. LAID-BACK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING 9 (jackal growls) (lapping water) (whimpering grunt) (lapping resumes) RIDDICK (voice-over): Before long, I realized there was a whole nother world over there-- water, grass and life. (mud demon screeches in distance) Just had one thing in my way. (deep growling) (screeching) (hisses) (growling) Hey. (whimpers) (growling) (whimpers) (panting) (jackal growling) (grunts) (jackal whimpering) (barking) (jackal whining) (barks, snarls) (grunts) (creature hissing) (hissing, growling) (rattling) (snarling) (hissing) (grunting) (creature rattling) Come on, show me some teeth. (creature hissing) (grunts) (roars) (yells) (creature hissing, growling) (creature screeching) (blade clangs) (jackal barking) (barking, snarling) Escape artist, huh? (jackal barking) (creature growls deeply) (creature hisses) (Riddick grunts) (screeching roar) (shrieking) (groans) (creature roaring) (jackal barking) (creature rattling, hissing) (jackal barking) (creature growling) (roars) (jackal barks) (barking) (wind whistling) (jackal snarling) (jackal barks) (jackal howls, yips) (grumbling) What do you got over there? (snaps fingers) (barks) Thought we shared everything. (barks) (Riddick growls) (Riddick growls) (jackal whimpers) Drop it. (jackal sniffing) (jackal growling) Stay. (door creaks) (creaking, rattling) Bounty hunter. Wait. Wait... -(low growl) -Steady. (whines) Okay, now. (grunts, belches) Sounds good. (jackal growls) Mmm! All yours. (sniffing) (sneezes) (pants) It says "dog food" on it. If you could read. (jackal grunts) RIDDICK: Come on. (jackal panting) (grunt, pant) (sighs quietly) All right, bring me my reserve. (jackal grunts) (jackal grunting) Where's yours? (growling) (chuckles) (jackal sniffs) (jackal growls) (jackal growls quietly) (growls, whines) (rumbling in distance) -Rain. -(jackal grunts anxiously) It's a good thing. Just because you've never seen it before -doesn't mean it's a bad thing. -(jackal pants, growls) Hey, hey, easy. (jackal grunting quietly) (rumbling in distance) Looks like our time is up here. (electronic whine) (whirring) (click) (electronic whirring) (spaceship engines whooshing, rumbling) (whooshing, rumbling grow louder) (cocks weapon) (engines whooshing, rumbling) (engines whining) (panting) (whirring, grinding) (power whirring down) (whirring stops) (pants) Nada. Look again, Diaz. Somebody should teach this Riddick asshole how to count. "Leave one ship"? Like we got a fuckin' spare laying around? Let's crank it up. (whirring) (explosions popping) (whirring) Good morning, Cyclops. (switches clicking, power whirrs down and off) Hey, Luna. Yeah? Wake her up, kick her out of bed. What do you mean? We're running heavy. She's a prisoner. Wasn't she gonna... We're going big now. Okay? Cut that 60 kilos loose. (click) (hissing) (rattling) -(clanking) -Get away! Get away! -Get away from me! -Stop! Just-just stop! What do you want now? I'm gonna take off the restraints... okay? I don't want them off. No, it's not like that. (panting): Nobody's gonna touch you now. Santana's head is into other stuff now. Your lucky day. (groans in pain) (lock clicks, whirrs) (slaps arm) -Get the fuck away from me. -Okay... (indistinct shouts in distance) What planet is this? Where are we? It's got air and water; that's all you got to know. -But how am I supposed to survive without... -Just go. Before he changes his mind. 9 (panting) (weapon booms) (grunts) (wind whistling) I was getting attached to her. Now, where is my box at? (panting weakly) (in distance): The name... is Santana! Shot-caller for this crew right here! I am the guy who knows all... sees all... beats all! Spittin' it kind of strong, ain't he? Gotta bait the trap. I've come all this way to collect your head in a box... right here! So have yourself a fine day now, Mr. Richard B. Riddick! I suspect... it will be one... of your very last! Yeah, well, you don't need to agitate Riddick any more than... you know. Any more than bringing his head back in a box would? (faint breaths) (engines rumbling, whooshing in distance) (spaceship whistling through air) Shit. Here comes the neighbourhood. (smacks lips) Small world. (alarm beeping) Unidentified vessel, this is Clan Vagos out of Ursa Five. Be advised that we are on the ground now and have responded to emergency signal. -(spaceship approaching) -No distress found. No need to land. I repeat, there is no reason for you to land at this location at this time. Is that clear? No reason for you to land at this location at this time. (rumbling, clattering) What the fuck did I just say! (rumbling, clattering continue) It was a long haul. We could take on some water. Wouldn't mind a little true-gravity time, either. Like I was saying... I got this. You know who that was, right? On the emergency beacon? (chuckles) Wouldn't be here if I didn't. The concept of backup still has no appeal to you? My besties here can ball with anyone. No disrespect for your crew, of course, who look... strong, too, in those -matchy-matchy outfits. -(laughter) Shit. Didn't know there was a dress code. Yeah, right? BOSS JOHNS: Well, it's not my intention to jump another man's claim. If you don't mind, maybe we'll just pull up a chair and spectate for a while. What if I do? Well, this is a co-op station, pal. It's open to all mercs. By the way, my name is... Too Late-- that's your name. Too Late. And I don't need you stepping all over my dick here, my friend. Well, I'll tell you what. I won't lift a finger to help until you come ask me for it, how's that? (device beeping) (whirring) I was scoping this out earlier. It's a cave system five clicks south. Might be worth a look. SANTANA: Hey, Too Late, need to pull a node from your ship and store it right here next to mine, okay? Oh, really? Why's that? Riddick triggered the beacon to get off-world, right? Basically... he was calling a taxi. (chuckles) And? SANTANA: And a ship would make a sweet trap, right? Confined space, metal walls, jail cell. Ace cool, huh? Is it true half the people you meet are below average intelligence? Gotta make sure the ship stays grounded when he comes for them, okay? -(Santana claps twice) -Come on! Dahl. Pull a node from the ship. (rumbling, whirring) (power whirring down) (whirring stops) I'll do it. Ooh! Ooh... (laughs) (beeping, whirring) (electronic tone whines) -(slow beeping) -SANTANA: Anytime now, Riddick. I'm telling you, this is total overkill. What, 11 of us out here now? It should've been a four-man op, tops. You are jinxing our janx, man, and that ain't cool. Hey, I don't give a shit what they say. He's one guy. (scoffs) Whatever you say, man. He's one guy. (quietly): Man... So, I guess that's what passes for a fuckin' moon on this planet. It's gonna be a dark night. Advantage: him. Maybe he's gonna wear you down first. Force you to go without sleep. Can't you see I'm busy? I'm just sharing my thoughts. Well... now that you have... ...can I politely invite you to step off my fucking porch?! I'll start rotating down. You let me know, huh? As soon as I have his head in a box, I will let you know. (whirring) (steady, slow, electronic pulsing) (electronic pulsing continues) SANTANA: Grid 29D, stand by, stand by. (rapid blipping, electronic chirping) DIAZ (over radio): What you got, cuz? Eh, some dingo-dongo thing. (sighs) Yeah. I see it now. -You want me to pop it? -Knock it down. One shot, suppressed. (weapon blasts) Nice work, Diaz. Encouraging. -Had something in my eye. -SANTANA: It's called a scope. (chuckles) SANTANA (over radio): Try it next time. BOSS JOHNS (over radio): You got this, right? Will you get off my freakin' frequency? (low growl) (sniffing) (electronic pulsing) (rapid beeping) What the fuck's going on here? (whirring, electronic pulsing) (power whirring down) VARGAS (over radio): Thank fucking God. Fuck off! Rubio, coming your way now. Gotta swap out a bad sensor. What was here versus what was found. How's it square? Pretty good. I mean, the morphine's gone, but that's always the first thing to go. That was a bit weird, though. A predator restraint with 42-inch offset jaws. Six listed; zero found. That is an odd thing to go for a walk. Yeah, but, boss, you know how shit goes missing from these stations-- one bad year and guys are ripping shit out for salvage. Hey, Santana. You did sweep the area before I got here, right? -Sweep for what? -Well, I just want to make sure no one set any traps for us. 5-Q. -Understand what I'm saying? -(over radio): Traps? What kind of traps? (over radio): The kind with jaws. (sudden clack) (taps object twice) Don't touch that fuckin' thing! What? Up-armour. (relieved sigh) -(snap) -(screaming) -Shit! Ready, ready. -(screaming) -Stay put, stay put, stay put, stay put! (snapping) -Oopah! NUNEZ (over radio): Who the hell was that screaming, and why? SANTANA: Nunez... break out the sweep gear and figure out how many of these big-ass traps we got out here, okay? I'm thinking maybe the whole upper-left quad is some kind of fucking minefield. You gotta do that now, okay, Nunez? SANTANA (over radio): Copy that, Nunez? N-Nunez? (panting): This is bad. This is very bad. -FALCO: Nunez? Nunez? -Shut the fuck up, puto! His radio just crapped out. Someone get eyes on him... SANTANA (over radio): and show him right where he should be-- 13-H. Go, go, go! Right here. 13-H-- he's supposed to be right fucking... (rustling nearby) So, this was overkill, huh? 11 of us? Too many, yeah. You know all about Riddick, right? Well, maybe you need to take that shit back! Take the jinx off our janx, you understand me? That's what you need to do, Falco. You need to un-jinxelate our fuckin' janx! Don't mess with me now. LUNA: Hey, hey, what is it? What is it? -Get back! -It's me! It's me! He's got Falco! Jock up, but you're staying home. No one's going after him till I say so. VARGAS (over radio): Man down! Man down! -He got Falco! -Compromise! Compromise! BOSS JOHNS: How did he do that? VARGAS: Never saw him, man. He was right here and I never... -What about the ship? Is he-- -He's not coming for the ships! He's coming for fuckin' us! Just fuckin' shoot! Shoot! (gunfire blasting) (hissing, creaking, whirring) -(switch clicks, whirring stops) -One night, three dead. I'm not sure I'm loving this trend. -Two dead, one missing. -Exactly. Three dead. Well... look at it this way, boys. We might all fit on one ship now. SANTANA: Diaz! Get those other traps back there! Luna, say something... Bible-like about these bodies. (door creaking open) (door shuts) Okay, maybe... we zero this out. What is your tag, anyway? So now you want to know my name? Well, I'm not sure I'm gonna say, because everyone you know by name, Santana, winds up dead. You gonna clean this shit up? (speaks Spanish) -(grunting) -(groaning) BOSS JOHNS: Hey, hey, hey... (Santana groaning, panting) -Excuse me. -SANTANA: Wow! Watch out for the surprise attacks. SANTANA: Maybe... maybe it's time to start merging assets, right? (chuckles) So, this is you asking for my help? This is me saying that I may need some of your gear. If some of your guys have become attached to that gear, I will understand. That's the way it's got to be. What, so you're asking for my gear's help? More like that. Moss? Gear say "nah"... bitch. (chuckles) There's your answer. SANTANA: What the fuck do you want, man?! You know what? I'm gonna fold you in, Santana. But I give orders to Dahl, and Dahl's gonna give orders to you. And that's the chain of command from this point forward. Why I'm not loving this plan so far? Oh, I know, I know. You know why? Because it sucks ass and swallows. I'm not taking orders from your pet whore who thinks I won't smack her right back... -(Dahl grunts) -(grunts, groans) I don't fuck guys. Occasionally I fuck 'em up if they need it. (Santana grunts) Here's what's gonna happen, Santana. You're gonna take a backseat. We'll track Riddick down, I promise. But I want him alive. You give me a day... and after that he's yours to kill. You're giving me the bounty? You pay my crew, fuel costs, the rest is yours-- that's the deal. What is Riddick for you? Not just some convict. What do you want? Why are you here? Who are you? My name is Johns. Lock down those ships. Get those hogs on deck. I will ride with Moss and Lockspur. I want a nonlethal load-out. LOD's and phosphor frags to start with. This is a man that hunts by night! We'll take it to him by day. Diaz, Vargas! Show me the spot of the last kill. VARGAS: Some kind of canine. BOSS JOHNS: Hey, Diaz, I got a dog here. It's the same dingo-dongo thing from last night? No, I'm pretty sure we killed that one. Could be the same one. -The same. -Dahl, get your sniper rifle and barium rounds now. BOSS JOHNS: 1,500 metres. (weapon blasts) (barks) (snarling) (weapon blasts) (grunts, growls) (beeping) (whooshing, rumbling) (beeping) (whooshing) (whirring, blipping) Could be just the first hole it found. A stressed animal's gonna run to ground it knows. (whirring, beeping) Besides, I'm getting human pheromones. (electronic humming, crackling) (humming, crackling) (water trickling, splattering) (clattering in distance) (burbling) Riddick! Dial down, dial down, dial down! -LOCKSPUR: Santana's guy. -MOSS: Falco. LOCKSPUR: Shit. Did we just kill a hostage? BOSS JOHNS: I've been hunting Riddick for ten years. The concept of a hostage has no appeal to him. Falco was already dead. This is just some fuckin' sideshow to buy more time. (jackal snarling) Oh! Fuck! (all gasping) Just dropped some mud right there. So, if Riddick isn't here... (sniffs) (metallic creak) (faucet squeaking) -(turns water off) -(low, deep creaking) (clattering nearby) Dahl! Dahl, do you copy? Does anyone copy? Dahl, you there?! (metallic creaking) (turns on faucet) SANTANA: Oh. (smooches) Were you just perving out on me somehow? May all your dreams come true, baby. You got two minutes, then I want you out on fuckin' watch. Guess when it first happens 9 Luna! Don't watch me; watch my back. That's what you're here for. Take two steps forward. Two. (clank) (whirring) Remember, he could be anywhere. (clattering) (clattering) (engines rumbling) (over radio): This is Johns to any-goddamn-body at the station. I want you to keep an eye on that locker, keep an eye on the node. Riddick may have made an end run. My ETA is seven minutes. But watch your back! (door opening) All right, you little bitch. Your two minutes are up. You gonna do what I tell you to do? Rumour is Riddick might be in the vicinity. Thought I should just check on the locker. Get outside, get on your optics, and get after this fucker! You're not gonna find him here! (grunting) (Dahl screams) (grunts) Actually, Dahl, I think we have something in common. (Dahl grunts) (straining): I don't fuck guys, either. (Dahl yells) -(Dahl yells) -(grunting) (Dahl grunting) (Dahl yells) (door creaking) (static crackling) You need to see this. He wrote that? He took out our deep space communications. All of it. And whose blood is that? There. Here. Over there. I had to kick his ass again. Sorry. Not really. (wryly): Oh-ho-ho. (door creaks) (sighs) Fuck it. Let's take a look at this. (clicking, whirring) (key clicks, lock whirrs) Stop. That key leave your neck? Never. Well, the only reason to write "fair trade" is if he got into that locker and he took something out. Something that we need, like a power node, which he could then swap for something he needs. All that? Wow. Highly unlikely. Let me join the fucking dots for you, Santana. Here's what I'm saying-- if he did get in there somehow, he was in a position to relock it and change the code. Could be entering the wrong shit, Santana. So... (jaw clacking) ...do you think... sometime during the last few hours he got this off my neck without me noticing, did whatever he did, put the fucking key back on my fucking neck without me fucking noticing? Is that what you're saying?! Where did you get that theory from? A unicorn's ass? There's a reason he is who he is. He's a convict, not some Zulu warlock. You know what you know. (sighs heavily) This is crazy. This is fucking crazy. The first three clicks were good! It did not go off. You can get three clicks in Russian roulette. Don't mean you get four, motherfucker. DAHL: You know what, Santana? For once, I actually agree with you. -I think you're good. -Shut up. You. Do you think we're good? Yeah. I think you're good, cuz. DAHL: You're fucking good. Just butch up. Sounds like your department, lesbo. I'm not opening that thing. Oh, yes, you fucking are. I'm so fucking not. Hey, hey, hey! Use your fucking brains! We are not going to do Riddick's work for him. Put your weapons down. And have a look at that. He was here! Right fucking there. Santana, put your fucking sword away. Don't fucking open it, then. Well, the problem with that, Santana-- we never open that locker, then we never leave. (rhythmic beeping) (Luna reciting quietly) "...my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? "The strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" -(blips) -Four. BOSS JOHNS: Try five. (blipping continues) -(blips) -Five. (beeping continues) And... (sudden, loud bang) Oops. Wish I'd have thought of that. (yells) Six. (beeping stops, lock whirrs, powering down) Six. Huh. Six. You are a shit storm trooper, Santana. I'll give you that. You beat the devil this time. DAHL: I didn't actually think he'd fucking do it. -This is a sign. -(doors open) Ah, sweet. (chuckles) I believe this is a sign. It may be that the good Lord wants us to take these nodes and flee this planet just as soon as we can. (lighter clicks, flame crackles) That's my good-luck charm. DAHL (chuckling): Wrong business, kid. MOSS: You know, I was kind of hoping the bomb would go off. So we sealed up his cave with some phosphor frags here. So he can't go back, and just like an animal, he's going to head to known ground. (rustling nearby) But we're going to find he's got three or four lairs out there. So we'll radius out from this point-- here. (rustling) Now, radio comms-- I saw three repeaters listed in inventory-- find them. Set them up at regular intervals. (conversation continues in distance) (distant rustling and clanking) (quiet creaking, metallic clinking) (grunting) Are you scared of me? Yeah. Are they scared of me? Yes, they're scared of you. Maybe they're all scared of the wrong thing. Lockspur, I want you to lock down those hogs. All right? I don't want this guy any more mobile than he already is. And, Dahl, I spotted a nice little nest for you, right here, and in these low hills. (footsteps approaching) Moss... I just saw him. Say again? I just saw him. Dahl, I want you to sit on this ship! Diaz, make sure your ship is locked own. The rest of you get on the fuckin' perimeter and keep your eyes on each other! Santana, he got the fuckin' nodes. (shovel patting ground) (jackal snarling, growling) (deep growling) (jackal howls, yips) (jackal grunting) (sniffing) (jackal grunting) (growling) (jackal growling) I know. It's coming. So then we just combine nodes. Pull one from that ship, put it in this ship, you know? Amps is amps, right? It's not about amps. It's about what each ship is rated to handle. You miss by even a few millijoules, you fry every chip you got. DAHL: Okay, so figure out the difference and just do it. Jailbreak the fuckin' thing. I could give you a crash course on thermodynamic equilibrium and energy exchange right now, or maybe you just want to take my goddamn word for it. BOSS JOHNS: I get it. I get it. The ships are incompatible. We're not gonna fly without the nodes back. Why do I feel like we just cut off our own nuts here? Probably because we did. How about I take one of those jet hogs, two days worth of food and go out, hunt this fucker down myself. Bad idea, Diaz. One on one with Riddick? I might be able to get the emergency beacon working. That's like an ambulance calling for an ambulance, isn't it? It's backup for the fuckin' backup-- we can't. LOCKSPUR: I thought he was the one stranded here. DIAZ: Yeah, well, looks like you thought wrong. RIDDICK (over radio): Long wait for backup. Okay, so we're thinking about fixing the beacon and calling for help. Falco's radio. Riddick, I don't give a fuck about the backup. 'Cause I still got all kinds of gear could ruin your day in a hurry. So you go find another fuckin' cave. You keep running, you keep hiding. Doesn't matter me none. 'Cause in the end, I will find you! (echoing): ...find you... find you...! RIDDICK (over radio): Look south. (thunder rumbling) I don't believe it. The balls on this fucking guy. Dahl, keep an eye on things here. What should I do? Stay low. (quietly): Come on. Come on. Both of you, drop 'em. (thunder rumbling) So what's the bounty at? BOSS JOHNS: I don't know. I don't care. It's not why I'm here. RIDDICK: I bet the big jamoke knows. Yeah, I know exactly what it is. What I do know is that it's double if you're brought back dead. That's new. Will it be enough to pay for your funerals? (chuckles) What I'm interested in... is a little backwater place with the system code M344/G. I want to know what happened there, ten years ago. (thunder rumbling) The father. -Big Daddy Johns. -Yeah, that's right. And you travelled all this way just to see me. I'm flattered. It's kind of strange not knowing what to put down in the family Bible. It's kind of strange three guys have to die, just so that you can. No, no, no! You don't get to put that shit on me. Those kills are on you. I have a feeling that's not the only thing on me right now. Okay, got barium shells, stab-shock, explosive tip-- what do you want, barium or stab-shock? Horse tranq. Okay. I hate to interrupt this discussion about ancient history... (jackal growling) ...but maybe I should step in right here and introduce myself. My name is-- Box Boy. Say what? You are the guy who said that he was gonna put my head in a box, right? Well... that was me, spitting noise. But you do have a box. Do I have a box? Thought I saw one. I mean, of course I've got a box. Everyone's got a box, man. (laughing) Even Diaz has a fucking huge box. Good. We're gonna use it. (thunder rumbling) Three down, eight left. And normally, I just keep going: six down, nine down... You get where I'm going with this. But things are changing here. Nobody wants to be on this planet 24 hours from now. So I suggest we make it work. What do you want, a gentleman's agreement? I'll leave one node out in the open. You take it. The other node and the other ship... are mine. Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What are we playing here, retard bingo or what? That was on the table from the start, man. Forget the start. (lightning crackles, thunder crashes) It's the end you want to think about now. See that? (lightning crashing, thunder rumbling) I'll give you till that rain hits that station. That's your clock. (rumbling, crashing) Box Boy. (snarling, growling) (growling, barking) (yelling in pain) Dahl, do it now! Now! (growling, snarling) (grunting) Again! He's not going down. -(snarling) -(groaning) Do it again, Dahl! Just go down. (snarling) -(snarling, barking) -(grunts) -(gunshots) -(jackal howls) (gasping, whimpering) (breathing weakly) (exhales) (groaning in pain) (grunts) I got this, Dahl. (wind whistling) (thud) Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. (chains rattling) Riddick? Riddick? (distant thunder rumbling) Johns... We beating men in chains now? (thunder rumbles) BOSS JOHNS: Okay, from the beginning... for the historical record... the "Hunter-Gratzner"-- that's the commercial vessel my son uses to transport you back to the slammer. But that ship sends a distress call somewhere near M344/G. It's a backwater system, two suns, one habitable planet. Does he survive the crash? Big drama the next few hours. But whatever happens... no matter what they tell you... don't let them take these chains off me. -(thunder rumbling) -Fuck "them." Who's "them"? Who're you talking... Do you know who you're talking to here? That was for me? When the chains come off... BOSS JOHNS: Jesus Christ. ...Box Boy, you go in the first five seconds. Really. And you plan on killing me with what, your mouth? RIDDICK: That shiny blade. I'd love to see you try. For the historical record... he made it. It was just you and him. Was, uh... about the same number you see here in this room. So how many made it off? Three. But not him. No. So between the time of the crash and the time you leave that planet... my son dies. And I can safely assume it's at your hands. Is that right? I'm wasting my fucking time here! You grant any last wishes? I was referring to you. Not that the chains aren't a hot look... but no... I'm not gonna straddle you in front of all these guys. What if I killed all of them first? DAHL: Easy, boy. There's a lot more trank where that came from. Tell me what you see outside that window, Dahl. (Dahl sighs) Cyclops unit, two ships, couple dead guys in plastic. And you don't see anything else? Nothing else. Let me know when you do. Love those toenails, by the way. Yeah? Predator Pink. Matches your nipples. Why are we even listening to this big fuck stick? Can we just detach his head, please? BOSS JOHNS: Here's what's gonna happen: In the next 60 seconds, you're gonna watch your own head drop into that box. Nothing... nothing is gonna keep you from that special place in Hell. And maybe, in the last minute of your life, you want to be something more than a goddamn savage! Give me some fuckin' answers! Please! Is there anything you'd like to add on the subject I just raised? (rain pattering) Time's up. Time is up. He's all yours. (Diaz chuckles) Hold him down. (grunts) (rain pattering on roof) Final de partida, amigo. (alarm sounding) More dingo-dongos maybe. Fuck it. I know what's coming. Called to find you. The serpents. -(Cyclops whirring) -(alarm sounding) (alarm continues sounding) Spotlight! (creature hissing) (hissing, clicking in distance) Like I said... (hissing, clicking in distance) ...it ain't me you gotta worry about. What is it? What's out there? I don't know. Fuck, there's something out there. It ain't right. And it's coming our way. (screeching in distance) Whatever they are, they ain't so hard to kill. (gasping) (creature roaring, growling) (creature screeching) -(grunting) -(creature screeching) (thudding, glass shattering) -(creature screeching) -(Moss screams) (banging, thudding) What the fuck? (thunder rumbling) (distant screeching) Fuck. (creature growling) (creature shrieking) (creaking and clanking) No more holes, please. (creature's footsteps scurrying) (loud banging) (chains clinking, rhythmic tapping) (Riddick chuckling) (thunder crashes) (Riddick laughing) (Riddick sighs) Look, here's what's going to happen. In 60 seconds, you're going to take these chains off me. We're going to make a play for those nodes and get off this rock. And somewhere along the line... when it gets really bad... Johns... is going to fold, just like little Johns did. Then, when it's all over, and the rest of you are ready for dead animal pickup, I'm going to go balls-deep into Dahl. But only 'cause she asked me to. Sweet-like. (creature shrieking in distance) What does he mean, when things go bad? What, this doesn't qualify as bad? What the fuck is happening? How fucked are we? Who knows how long it'll rain? Just how many of them are buried out there? He saw it; he saw it with those eyes of his, and he didn't tell us what. (loud bang) -(creaking) -(creature screeching) (tapping) One ship for you, one for me. I need to know that these nodes are retrievable. And I need to know we have a deal. (creature shrieking in distance) We got a deal. The chains stay on. (grunting) Why don't we sit this one out? Okay, okay. Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up. Good doggie. (Santana grunts loudly) (groans) Oh! (thunder rumbling) Holy... shit. Yeah. Let's cut him loose (!) That was five seconds. I like to be a man of my word. How about you, Johns? (bird predator squawking) (weapons blasting, creatures snarling) (gunfire continues) (creatures shrieking) (whirring) "For he shall give his angels -"charge over me -Shut the noise, Luna! "to keep me in all his ways as long as I live." LUNA: No, I... I think the angels are here, protecting me. And if they're here watching over me, maybe they'll deliver us all from this crazy evil place... That shit is creeping everybody out, so shut the fuck up! You shut the fuck up, Vargas! Leave the kid alone. (thunder rumbling) -(creature squeals) -(grunts, groans) Where the hell did that...? Jesus Christ! No, no, no, no! What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bastard? You could have killed me. Got it, didn't I? (groans softly) (strained grunting) Vargas, get up. Vargas, get up. Come on, let's go. Vargas, come on, man. Walk it off. Let's go. It's just a little one. RIDDICK: Small ones are the worst. They save the most venom. (wheezing) (thunder crashes) And, kid... leave God out of this. He wants no part of what happens next. (power whirring) (whooshing) BOSS JOHNS: I forgot to mention... there's no weapons for you. (engine revs) You think you can ride one of these things? I'll ride it like I stole it. (jet hog engine whirring) I'll take flank. (engine revving) If Riddick comes back here without us, you go ahead, you kill him on general principle. Is that before or after I'm supposed to fuck him? (thunder rumbling) (creature roaring) (roaring) (thunder crashes) (creatures snarling and shrieking) (groaning) (panting) (groaning) (creature chitters and hisses) (footsteps scurrying) (creature shrieking) (gun blasting) (man whistles) You asshole motherfucker! -Just sitting there watching me. -Would've covered you, but you said "no weapons." How bad do you want those nodes, Johns? (thunder rumbling) Hey, I don't suppose you took the time to do this for him, huh? This may come as a shock to you, Johns, but I didn't ghost your son. He seemed set on killing himself. What the fuck does that mean? Morphine. Your son liked his morphine. Liked it twice a day. Didn't know your son was a junkie? Yeah, Johns was like most mercs. They look all stand-up and do-right till you cut them open and you find something missing. In his case, a spine. I don't have to listen to this shit. That's not the man I knew. Then you didn't know your son. He wanted to kill a kid. Save his own skin. I had a problem with that. And you expect me to believe my son was going to kill a child to save his own life? RIDDICK: Morphine makes the brain soft... heart wrong. (metallic pinging in distance) BOSS JOHNS: I don't fucking buy it. I just can't believe that my son's the bad guy in this fucking demented fairy tale of yours. No reason to lie now... ...Johns. (thunder rumbling) Either one of us. (grunting) (groans) (grunting) Thanks for starting the killing spree for me, Riddick, but I'll take it from here. (grunting) (groaning) (low grunting) (grunting) (grunts) (grunts) (groaning) (gun firing) Jamoke. So that blade you buried was meant for me. Anyone who deserved it, really. Well, we got a problem, Riddick. 'Cause I got two nodes here, we got one hog, and I sure as shit am not riding bitch with you again. One hog? You sure about that, Johns? He pulled the goddamn turbine pin! You just figured that out. Diaz was gonna take the nodes for himself and ghost me. He was gonna leave you out here alone. So what now? Now we switch to our ground game. See if that lack of spine runs in the family. (thunder cracks) (creatures hissing, clicking) (roaring) (screeches) (growling, snarling) (Riddick grunting with effort) (creature screeching) (creatures snarling, screeching) (creature shrieking) (Riddick grunting) Reload! Watch your head. (creature snarls, screeches) (creature shrieking) (cocking weapon) Go! (roaring, screeching) (creature grunts) (snarling) (weak growl) (lightning crashes, thunder rumbles) (grunts) (groans) (distant screeching, growling) (gas hissing) (growling) (lightning crackles, thunder rumbles) (sharp grunt) (gasps, grunts) -(scanner pings) -I got inbound. (ramp thuds onto ground) LUNA: Whoa! Take this! Is it just you? Just slam this thing in. See if it's still good. Boss... Just see if the fuckin' thing works. We need to get out of here. (grunts) (lightning crashing, thunder rumbling) (Riddick groans quietly) (grunting in pain) (sizzling) (thunder rumbling) (creatures clicking, hissing) (clicking, hissing continue) (creature screeches) (grunting) (creature screeching) (creature shrieks) (Riddick grunts) (hissing, snarling) (yells) (creature screeches, clicks) (grunting with effort) (creatures screeching, clicking) (creatures growling deeply) (Riddick yells) (Riddick yells, roars) (weapons blasting) (weapons stop) (thunder rumbling) (engines whirring) Extraction-- 30 second or less. Let's go, let's go! Let me ask you something... sweet-like. BOSS JOHNS: Lot of good men died here, Riddick. Not sure how I'm supposed to overlook that... next time. Yeah, things would've been different if they weren't trying to put my head in a box. So, where to now, Riddick? You know what, fuck that. Don't tell me. I don't want to know. RIDDICK: I'll tell you this, Johns. Sooner or later, we all have to head home. Tell Dahl to keep it warm for me. And Johns... you keep a strong spine. (engines whooshing)