District 9 Page #4

-Trent, turn it off!

Are you okay, boss?

-F*** off, man! F*** off!

Shall I leave him?

-Just f***in' leave him, yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow,

Christopher Johnson.

When dealing with aliens,

try to be polite, but firm.

And always remember that

a smile is cheaper than a bullet.

Are you feeling better?

-What? -How are you feeling?

I'm fine, I'm alright.

I'm just a little bit dizzy.

Can you just pull up

there on the side?

I just want to get

something to eat here.

Are you sure you should

be having that?

After your whole puking episode?

I feel a lot better... I think

I just needed the fillings, you know.

Boss! Boss!

There's black stuff

coming out of your nose.

Jesus!

It's a silver cylinder.

I can't find it.

We must find it.

It contains the fluid.

It's not here.

It has to be. Keep looking.

We trade for ten thousand cans.

Certain factions of nigerian gangs

want to try and extract

weaponry from District 9.

And have been trying to

for many many years.

Give them one hundred cans.

-Hundred. -One hundred!

Yes, yes, but we take them all now.

Alright, boys!

Get them the catfood - hurry up.

And they amassed

thousands of these weapons.

Without the ability to use them.

F*** off! Go!

Hey friend, not you. You stay here.

-What do you want from me?

-I just want to talk.

Talk about what?

Stupid prawn.

They'll believe anything.

Muti is a South African word.

Today it's synonymous

with witchdoctory and magic.

You cut it here.

This is their heart.

Cures high blood

when you boil it,

cures sugar, diabetes,

all diseases.

The nigerians were consuming

alien body parts.

They believed that by doing so,

they were ingesting their power

to use alien weaponry.

You must eat them.

And their power will live in you.

Just give me a f***ing chance

to go in front of you, man!

Oh, baby! -Hi baby, come in!

-I need to get to the toilet, quickly!

Why? What's the matter?

Baby, listen. I might have

crapped in my pants. -Surprise!

What's this for? -Your promotion.

-All right, my promotion!

Hello, dad. How is it going?

Hi mom. -Good to see you.

What a surprise, man!

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

Congratulations, boss.

-Thank you.

-Wikus, what happened?

-I had a small incident, baby.

I'm just gonna go to the toilet,

and then I'll talk to people, okay?

I need to talk to you. Come with me.

-Okay, but I just gotta...

Guys, can you give us

a moment, please?

What happened out there?

This prawn wouldn't listen to me,

one really unruly prawn...

and I just had to...

get him in my grasp.

Listen to me, too many

aliens died out there today.

UIO is all over my backside.

Focus! you're not going to

f*** this up for me!

If you can't do the job,

I'll find someone who can!

Hi there!

-Nice to see you again.

Does this mean he's in charge

of this new operation?

-Yes.

-That's nice.

Wikus! Baby are you okay?

Okay, let's cut some cake.

Doctor Smith, please come

to room 405, doctor Smith.

Is it badly infected?

-There's a lot of suppuration.

Also you should know on my right hand

some fingernails were coming loose.

And I had a black fluid coming out

of my nose, and sort of a black vomit.

What is happening

to my arm, doctor?

What is this thing?

Just breathe deeply.

Calm down. Stay calm.

Sir, please call my wife.

Attention all medical containment

evacuate ward 11.

Stop right there, madam.

What's going on?

What are you doing to him?

Let me through!

Wikus! Wikus!

Where are you taking him?

Okay, got him?

Are you ready? -Got him.

Doctor Fester! -Yes?

-I think you should see this.

I found it in his jacket.

You think this is alien?

It's freezing! F***!

Where is this?

What?

What are they doing

to these prawns?

Pain threshold, test one, DBX 7.

That's a strong pain reaction.

That means the nerves have fused.

I mean, it's almost

completely integrated.

Okay, do it.

B5. Testing AMR-B5.

Clear the range.

Now, quickly!

Swing it around.

What are you doing?

-The door is locked.

Can you grip that?

-What is this?

-Put it through.

-Why are you doing this?

-Standby for fire. Standby.

-You want me to shoot that?

Stand back... and fire!

That's good!

It worked!

All right, thanks very much.

Do you know where my wife is?

Do you know if my wife

knows where I am, sir?

Pull! Pull!

No sir, I will not pull.

What did you say about

your wife? F*** your wife!

Pull! -I will not pull.

Fire!

B7. -I can pull it.

-He says he can pull it.

I said I could pull it!

You f***in'...!

B21.

Move, hurry up. Move!

Right, we want him in the center

by the chain. -Get this off me.

Come on! Time, time!

Leave that f***ing prawn, man,

I will shoot at pig. I'll shoot, sir!

Listen, I'll shoot at pig again

for you. I'll pull the trigger.

But I'm not shooting at prawn,

you hear me? Untie the f***ing gun.

B21 in human hand.

That's good. It worked.

Just untie the gun, sir.

-Stand by.

Listen, you can't use the real guy,

he didn't do anything to you.

I want to try this.

Everybody standing by.

Ready to go?

Three, two, one, go!

Amazing!

All right!

I think that's all we need.

Gentlemen, we are

running out of time.

This is the key stage

in the metamorphosis.

His DNA is in perfect balance

between alien and human.

And a problem is,

as the infection spreads,

the transition becomes

permanent and less active.

He's going to turn

into one of them. A prawn!

What happens to him

isn't important.

What's important is that we harvest

from him what we can right now.

This body represents

hundreds of millions,

maybe billions of dollars

worth of biotechnology.

There are people out there,

governments, corporations,

who'd kill for this chance.

Will he survive the procedure?

-No, of course not.

We need everything.

Tissue, bone marrow, blood.

The procedure is gonna basically

strip him down to nothing. -Please...

What about next of kin?

Please help me.

Don't let them do it.

I'll handle that.

Okay, I say let's go.

-Good, thank you.

I don't understand.

None of this makes any sense.

He just hurt his arm, dad.

The doctors are trying, sweetheart.

Doing their best to save him.

We're starting to harvest

material from the specimen.

We'll start with the soft tissue first.

Cut through the chest cavern.

We need to get the heart out

as quickly as possible.

Once it set the sinuosity,

it just spread.

You know Wikus.

He never was very strong.

I'll go through the chest,

go straight into the heart.

Be quiet, please.

-F*** you!

Can I see him?

Not a good idea.

F*** off! F*** you!

F*** you!

You need to let go of him now.

It's okay, Tania.

Everything will be okay.

Smith.

When?

Get Koobus.

...Wikus Van De Merwe.

White male, mid thirties.

Is considered highly dangerous.

-Hey baby.

-Wikus, is that you?

-Mrs. Smith?

-How dare you phone us!

What are all these people doing in

my house? -It's none of your business.

I need to speak to Tania

straight away, please. It's my house.

This is my phone that you're

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