Beyond Skyline Page #2

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shack.

You're gonna step up... there's

a step here, all right.

- I'm going to go in front of you.

- Watch it.

You got it. Ooh! That's it.

- You see this?

- Yeah.

- Here we go.

- Check it out.

What do you see up there, man?

Check that radio.

Ten-nine-nine. This is L.A.P.D.

Aw, sh*t.

Ten-nine-nine. This is L.A.P.D.,

acknowledge.

Ten-nine-nine. This is L.A.P.D.,

acknowledge.

Planes! They're ours.

They're ours.

MAN (OVER RADIO):

Acknowledging.

Requesting extraction. Three

officers, four civilians.

MAN (OVER RADIO):

Negative extraction.

Proceed to marina, Basin H.

- Where's that? Where's the basin?

- Come again on that.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Clear the city

as fast as you can!

They're goin' after that ship.

Move! Move down!

Go. Go! Move!

Go, go, go, move!

Move out of the way!

Move, move! Run, run!

I got you! Agh!

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Sarge? You all right?

Sh*t.

Everybody okay? Jones?

Yeah.

Sh*t. They're dead.

They f***in' nuked L.A.

Blast like that got to be

tactical.

Short range, low yield.

You can tell that just

from listenin'?

Otherwise we'd all be dead.

Only one way out.

Come on.

Hey! Don't look!

Trent! Trent! God damn it!

God damn it. God damn.

(ALIEN SHRIEKING)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

- Fine. Yeah.

[GARCIA] Get me outta here!

All right! All right!

You gotta be kiddin' me.

All right, come on.

Sh*t.

Are you all right?

I'm okay. I could breathe in

there and everything.

Maybe it wanted you alive.

Move! Move!

It ripped her f***in' brain out!

We gotta go!

There's a car. We're goin' up,

okay?

Sarge, climb on the wheel.

Sarge, come on!

Go! Go!

Dad!

Move! Go! Move!

That's it. You got it!

Come on, you two!

Come on.

- Dad! Dad!

- Mark!

- Mark! Catch!

- Dad, just grab my hand!

Motherf***er! Agh!

Go! Move! Move!

Mark!

Go!

Holy sh*t. You killed it.

Yeah, everything f***in' burns.

Amen to that.

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

Oh, sh*t. What the...

Move.

- Oh my God.

- What the f*** is that?

You don't wanna know.

Move!

- Run!

- Move!

Come on. Come on!

Hey, follow me! Come on, this

way. Come on! Hurry up!

Look, find an opening! Look!

There's one.

Come on, come on, through here.

From the pipe we can go in

and we can go back and...

No! We're not goin' back

in the tunnels.

Guys! He's losing a lot

of blood.

- We're goin' back in.

- I'm okay.

Move! Move, move, move, move.

- Move!

- I can't!

No, come on! Come on!

- End of the line, Old Glory.

- What?

I'll buy you some time.

Get your kid outta here. Go!

- Come on!

- Garcia.

- You can do it! Come on.

- Go!

That's it.

Hola, puta.

Oh, sh*t!

L.A.P.D. inbound

Boat Basin H.

L.A.P.D. inbound

Boat Basin H. Over.

L.A.P.D. inbound

Boat Basin H. Over.

This is a dead end.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Copy L.A.P.D.

Hold your position. Over.

Hey! What's that?

Move. Move!

We gotta run.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on. Hey!

Come on, come on, come on,

come on.

Come on.

[MARK] Trent.

- Trent!

- Trent!

No!

Oh! No!

Come and get me, motherf***er!

You b*tches ain't leavin' me.

Trent. Trent.

Hey... Trent.

- Huh?

- Hey.

Agh!

- Trent!

- Mark!

No!

Mark.

Get down! Ah!

Trent!

Mark! Mark! No!

Trent! I got you.

No!

Son-of-a-b*tch.

Oh, f***.

Oh, god, I need a drink.

(RETCHES)

Oh, f***.

Hey! Wait!

(DISTANT MOANING)

Hey, Audrey. Come...

Hey. Hey.

Hey, wake up. Audrey.

Oh my God. Where are we?

I have no idea. Do you have

a light?

Please tell me you have a light.

Yeah. There was a flare

in my back pocket.

- F***.

- I can't...

F***.

I can't move my arms.

Right.

Other back pocket, slick.

- Sorry.

- Don't look at me like that.

Sorry.

What is... what is this place?

Hey. Hey. Wait!

Stop! Stop!

My son. I have to find my son.

He's in here somewhere.

He's alive. He's alive.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no, no.

No, no. Okay. Wait.

Oh, you mother...!

Please! Help me!

My water broke. I think

I'm in labor.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right, you're okay.

You're okay.

Look at me, look at me.

Breathe, look, calm...

- I can't do this.

- Yes, you can!

- No.

- Yes, you can.

- I'm not ready.

- Look at me. Look at me.

Just breathe and relax.

Breathe. I'm a cop.

- No, you don't understand.

- I'm a cop.

No, I... I've done this. Breathe!

I... I'm not due for another

six months.

After we saw the light...

I could feel the baby growing

inside me.

But Jarrod was different.

Each time, he-he grew stronger,

like he became immune.

Elaine, no! Stop!

Jarrod? No!

But they still ripped him apart.

They take our minds.

They use them to drive these...

machines.

And the babies, they take them,

too.

They tried to take mine,

but he saved us.

Somehow... he came back.

J... Jarrod?

- Holy sh*t.

- Oh. Oh, God.

- It's coming.

- Okay, okay, okay, breathe.

Look, look, look, stay with me!

Stay with me, stay with me.

Look in my eyes. What's your

name?

- Elaine. Elaine.

- Elaine, okay.

I'm Mark. I'm Mark. Okay? We're

gonna do this together.

Okay, breathe, breathe, breathe.

Almost got it. Now!

Be careful... Jesus! I got you.

I got you.

We gotta swing. Toward that

ledge, okay? Come on.

Come on. Let's do it.

This is what we're gonna go.

I'm gonna count to three and

you're gonna push, okay? Yeah?

One, two, three. Push! Push!

Reach! Come on!

Come on. You can do it. Reach!

Good girl, good girl. One more

time. Big push.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

One, two, three, push!

Come on. Just reach it.

Come on! Reach!

- Got it!

- Good.

Good girl! Okay. Okay. Okay.

Good girl.

(BABY CRYING)

It's a little girl.

It's a... it's...

it's a little girl.

Reach, come on!

When I catch it, you gotta

let me go, okay?

Wait, no! Why?

Yeah, it's the only way.

Come on.

All right.

Now!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Shh-shh.

This is yours.

Okay. I'm gonna make you a deal.

You help me find my son and I

promise you on my life...

I'll get your daughter

off this ship, okay?

Okay, good. Good. Good idea!

Okay. Your turn.

(BABY CRIES OUT)

Shh. Shh. Shh-shh.

Hey, you're gonna get us killed,

kid.

Jesus Christ.

What the...

What? You want me to put

my arm in there?

Jesus.

Ah.

Ah!

Things are lookin' up, kid.

Are we gonna blow the ship?

Do you think that's a good idea?

Okay. Let's just take it slow,

okay?

Help! Anybody there?

- Sarge, is that you?

- Sarge?

I thought I heard friendlies

up there.

Sarge, wait! Hold up!

Take your time, kid. This b*tch

ain't got nothin' on Hanoi.

I know this. I've seen this.

That's their cannon.

[MARK] Where's my son?

You find him?

Oh, sh*t.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(BABY CRYING)

Compared to Vietcong, we'll be

in the tiger cage.

Shh. Hey, you're okay, you're

a tough kid. Shh.

Mark! Mark! Up here!

[MARK] Trent.

The stubborn son of a b*tch.

Hey! Hey, boy! You can save the

happy reunion for later.

[SARGE] You better get me

down quick!

[TRENT] Hang in there, Sarge.

We got you!

You stay put, kid. Okay.

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