Apollo 18 Page #4

one-alpha with Commander Walker.

I already told you

everything I remember.

Come on.

I was repairing the S-Band.

I thought I saw something...

I thought I saw something

out of the corner of my eye.

I was wrong.

Then there was a shrieking noise.

It caught me off guard. Slipped.

Must have hit a rock.

That's it.

You said something was

inside your helmet. You yelled it.

I don't remember that.

Christ, Nate, you're bleeding.

Look at your shirt. You're bleeding.

- Jesus Christ!

- Hand me the first aid kit.

You said something

was inside your suit, Nate.

The inside, you said.

You said inside your helmet.

I don't get it.

How'd you get that wound?

Now, if there was something in your

suit, then where the hell did it go?

Wait a second.

Nate... Look, I can feel it right...

right here.

Oh, man, there's something inside.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Right here, look.

- It's hard, under the skin.

- Jesus.

I need to get that out, OK?

Yeah, OK, just make it quick.

Just...

It'll be all right. Hang in there.

OK.

Jesus, it's really in there.

It's like it's moving.

- Get it out. Get it out!

- I got it. I got it. it's coming!

Damn it, Ben! Get it out!

Hey, are you all right? You all right?

Hang on. Hang on.

Hang on.

Put something on it.

It looks like one of my samples.

You said you felt something

moving in your helmet.

I don't understand.

How the hell did this get in...?

Goddamn it, you contaminated

the entire ship!

Liberty, do you copy?

Houston, we read you.

Liberty, can you hear us?

Yes, damn it!

Houston, we read you!

...Ben? Do you copy?

They can't hear us.

Liberty, do you read me?

Those PSD5s...

What if they're not there

for spying on the Russians?

What do you mean?

Look, they told us

that the transmitters

would pick up an ALSEP frequency,

but they don't.

They're blocking our comm.

They're emitting a signal.

All right.

But why would they be doing that?

No, keep filming. Keep filming.

You need to document this.

To attract the things that made

the tracks that you saw.

Whatever killed the cosmonaut.

All these cameras, Ben...

...they're watching it.

We're on our own.

We're guinea pigs.

That's why they sent us up here.

We gotta dismantle those transmitters.

PSD5's destroyed.

There's debris everywhere.

Look at these tracks.

Nate, they were here.

Let's check on the other sites.

Liberty, do you copy?

Liberty, do you copy?

Liberty, this is Houston.

Do you copy?

Something's out here.

It's gone.

Nate, we're too late.

This was a bad idea.

You need to get your rest, Nate, OK?

We're gonna get you back to the LM.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Nate.

It's entered your bloodstream.

Previous wound seems to...

have become infected.

Eyes appear extremely bloodshot.

I don't know how to treat this.

Houston, this is Freedom. I haven't

been able to reach Nate or Ben.

Comm is still down

with Liberty.

We have no communication with the crew,

but we are receiving data from the LM.

We're trying to restore comm now.

Stand by, Freedom.

Liberty, this is Houston.

Looks like you can hear us,

but we can't hear you.

We've lost the Westinghouse and your

vitals, but we're still getting LM data.

We estimate 12 hours left

on your LM life support,

and the troops are sortin'

out the engine problems.

We're doin' everything we can.

We're gonna get you home.

We're gonna get you home.

They're lying.

No.

No, they'll get us back.

They have to get us back.

They want that footage.

- What about the Russian ship?

- That poor Russian bastard.

He was infected, just like me.

I'm getting worse.

Ben.

- You gotta leave me here.

- No.

- No one's leaving anyone.

- You'll have to.

We are not dying up here.

Fate has ordained...

...the men who went to the moon

to explore in peace...

...remain on the moon

to rest in peace.

What the hell

are you talking about?

I feel my thoughts...

...fragmenting.

Like I'm being drawn to them.

I'm so tired, Ben.

six days, 22 hours, 23 minutes.

IMP Anderson. Delta reel.

No further communication

from Houston.

Oxygen levels are running low.

Nate's been asleep for about an hour.

The sickness seems

to have brought on fatigue.

We're not gonna make it here.

If Houston doesn't come up with a plan

in the next couple of hours,

we'll, uh...

We'll abandon Liberty,

head towards the Russian LK.

Their comm and oxygen

are our only hope.

I just pray to God...

Jesus Christ!

Oh, Jesus.

Partial laceration, upper left rib.

The infection's spreading.

Oh, goddamn it.

Must've been the same thing

that happened to the Russian.

- The rock... Christ, Nate!

- I'm not gonna let you kill me.

Nate, it's me. Listen to me.

Look at me. it's me, OK?

I'm just trying to help you.

You're gettin' worse.

Don't ever touch me.

Nate! Geez!

What the hell are you doing?

- They're everywhere!

- Please, Nate, you'll kill us both!

- Stop watching us!

- No, Nate!

They're not gonna watch me die!

No!

What are you doing? Stop!

Stop! Come on, you're...!

Nate!

Liberty, this is Freedom.

Do you read me?

Liberty, this is Freedom.

I don't know if you can hear me,

but I'm gonna be out of comm range soon.

Guys, we need to get you

out of there ASAP. Do you copy?

Come on, guys.

Don't make me leave you here.

Freedom, do you read me?

John?

John, can you hear me?

Please, anyone, can you hear me?

Abandoning Liberty.

- Come on!

- I had to do it.

Take the camera.

We're at 25 percent

in the tank...

...20 minutes on reserve.

It'll get us there.

I gotta grab the film.

The black box for DOD.

We gotta go now. It's clear.

Come on, Nate, let's go.

They're everywhere.

You can't help me.

You're not supposed to be here.

Ben, it's OK.

It's gonna be OK.

We'll make it, OK?

We're gonna make it.

They're waiting for me.

We're not safe here.

- Get rid of me!

- Hang in there!

It's just me they want!

It's just me!

- What the hell are you doing?

- Let me off!

Just hang on!

Nate!

Nate!

unknown.

Rover's been destroyed.

There's no sign of Commander Walker.

American astronaut

Ben Anderson, Apollo 18.

Oxygen's getting low.

I'm...

I'm gonna Search

for the Russian lander...

...and Commander Walker.

Nate!

Nate!

Get away from me, Ben.

This is where they're coming from.

There's nothing here, OK?

You gotta come with me.

Goddamn it!

We need to get moving!

Ben, listen to me.

We're runnin'

out of time here, please.

You gotta find the LK. Their

systems aren't that different from ours.

Save yourself.

No, Nate, I am not going.

You're coming with me.

You have to leave me here.

Just get to John.

I am not leaving here!

You can't help me,

but you can save your...

Nate!

Nate!

Jesus, Nate! Can you hear me?

Nate, answer me!

Do you hear me?

Say something, please!

Nate, where are you?

Oh, no, no! Oh, my God!

No! Christ!

No!

Oh, no! John, Nate's gone!

Repeat, Nate is gone!

Please! Can anybody hear me?

Oh, come on, come on!

Come on, electricity!

Got it!

Come on!

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