Battlefield Earth

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. . .

. . .Iet'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.

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