Doom Page #3

Synopsis: Something has gone wrong at a remote scientific research station on Mars. All research has ceased. Communication has failed. And the messages that do get through are less than comforting. It's a level 5 quarantine and the only souls allowed in or out are the Rapid Response Tactical Squad - hardened Marines armed to the teeth with enough firepower to neutralize the enemy...or so they think.
Director(s): Andrzej Bartkowiak
Production: Universal Pictures
  3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.2
Metacritic:
34
Rotten Tomatoes:
19%
R
Year:
2005
105 min
$28,031,250
Website
2,500 Views


Some weird sh*t

going on here, Sarge.

Can you ID him?

We got a Dr. Olsen.

He rushed us. Crazy.

Just like Carmack.

Is he dead?

Yeah, very.

Should we bag him and tag him?

Negative.

Continue your search.

Sarge?

What was that?

A monkey.

Some kind of monkey.

Oh, my God.

There's something

in his blood.

What's happening to him?

Move, move, move.

I got him.

Clear!

Go, go, go.

Reaper, what have you got?

We're chasing something.

What do you mean, something?

Something big, not human.

God damn it!

Give me a confirmation

on what you're seeing.

Reaper.

It's in the sewer.

All units, all units.

Southeast corridor

near the med lab.

And I thought

"being in the sh*t"

was a figure of speech.

Get in the goddamn hole,

Portman.

I can handle things here.

You should go.

I want to stay.

Steve is gonna be okay.

The guys looking for him

are the best.

Go on, go on.

Be with your daughter.

Thank you.

What's going on?

"No blood match."

Can't be good, right?

This is crazy.

Oh, my God!

Tunnel ahead

is the main junction.

It leads back

under the lab complex.

Destroyer, cover the exit.

We got a Dr. Willits.

Steve Willits.

Move out.

"Be sober, be vigilant...

"because your adversary,

the devil...

"walketh about seeking

whom he may devour."

That's real comforting, Goat.

That ain't

freaking me out at all.

Portman!

What the f***?

Go, go.

Wait! Somebody's down there.

Come on.

Grab an arm.

Goddamn son of a b*tch

is heavy!

Hang on.

Quick, he's slipping back.

He's slipping.

Sh*t.

Portman,

what the hell happened?

I fell in the damn hole.

Sh*t.

Everybody, on me.

Watch your goddamn footing.

Move.

Sh*t.

Goat, straight ahead.

Sir.

Portman, you're with me.

John, take the Kid

and go to the right.

Sh*t!

You lost your folks, right?

Shut up.

Small world. I mean,

I lost my parents, too.

Yeah, I mean,

I woke up one morning...

and everything was gone.

I mean, the only thing left

was me.

They wanted the TV

more than they wanted me.

Ah!

Every time

you open your mouth...

you give away our position.

Wait a minute.

Your pupils are dilated.

Are you high?

What?

No, I got this condition...

I don't give a damn.

You take one more shot

of that sh*t...

and I'll blow holes in you.

Are we clear?

Okay.

Get down.

I'm sorry, look,

I just needed a little...

Get down!

Goat, I think there's

something coming up on you.

This isn't happening.

My light is down.

I don't see anything.

Don't move. I'm on my way.

Pinky.

Can you see anything?

No. Nothing.

Dr. Willits?

Goat!

Goat, what's your position?

Goat, where are you?

Goat, speak to me.

God damn it, Reaper,

report to me.

You're dead.

Report contact.

Man down.

Man down!

Everyone, get to the Ark now!

Hunegs, report to

the quarantine zone.

Evacuate the entire facility.

Get everyone to the Ark now.

What's going on?

Get to the goddamn Ark.

Let's go. Come on.

We have an emergency. Come on.

Everybody to the Ark.

What happened?

He was talking about devils.

Devils?

All his Bible sh*t.

Angels. Good and evil.

Devils among us.

Let's get this vest off him.

Now he's clear.

Come on.

Got a weak pulse.

Portman,

get me a line in here.

Come on, man.

Kid, keep pressure

on that wound.

How's the pulse?

I'm losing him.

Sam, give me

a shot of adrenaline.

We lost the pulse.

Okay, let's defib.

Come on, man.

Clear!

Where the hell's Carmack?

He disappeared.

What do you mean,

he disappeared?

He's gone. He disappeared.

I've lost the pulse.

Sh*t.

Okay.

Gonna defib. Clear!

Come on.

Come on.

No response.

We're losing him.

Sam, give me that adrenaline.

Come on,

you son of a b*tch.

Okay, going again.

Clear!

He's gone.

Doctor,

you are going to tell me...

just what the f***

is going on up here.

What?

Come here.

Come here!

This is "what."

God.

Have you

found anything like this...

on your archeological digs?

No.

Is there any way this thing

came from the outside...

from the surface?

The planet is completely dead.

It came from somewhere, lady.

Portman, shut up!

The atmosphere on the surface

can't support life.

Maybe it doesn't need air.

It could have come from

another planet or something.

What? Like an alien?

Look at that thing!

Portman!

You need to shut the f*** up!

That's not what we saw.

That isn't what Goat and I

shot at in Genetics.

You telling me there's more

of these f***ing things?

Where are

your surface entry points?

There's a pressure door at

the end of the north corridor.

Destroyer, Kid, Portman,

get there on the double.

Give me an update.

Yes, sir.

Whatever this thing is...

it cannot get back

through the Ark.

Mac, I want you to arm Pinky

with a weapon...

with some ST grenades,

and seal the Ark door.

There's one other door.

Where?

The entrance

to the archeological dig.

Ark portal activation

in progress.

Don't let anything

through the Ark.

Hey, wait. Wait a minute.

You can't leave me here.

I'm not a soldier.

Why don't you go

f*** yourself?

It's bullshit.

You're supposed to protect me.

Ark secure.

Remaining personnel,

ready for evacuation.

Sh*t.

Duke.

Hold this open.

Don't be a wuss.

Little tension

between you and Reaper?

We just went

our separate ways.

Why does a talented student

throw it all away

and join the RRTS?

So, what was

he like before?

Who, John?

Yeah.

Empathetic, sensitive.

It's kind of hard for me to

imagine Reaper as sensitive.

I knew Reaper before all the

"drop down and give me 50,

woo-ha" stuff.

Yeah?

Well, it's hua...

Hua.

Yeah.

Do you have a family?

I have Destroyer.

You know, we grew up together.

You know, Duke, I bet

secretly you have a big heart.

Oh, yeah?

And that's not the only

secret big thing I got.

Little rusty, huh?

Oh, lady,

you have no idea.

Right now, having sex

with me is practically

your civic duty.

I need a power bone saw.

A power bone saw?

Girl, I've been waiting

on you my whole life.

There's one

in the procedure room.

Down the corridor,

on the left,

through the nanowall.

Through the nanowall?

All right,

I got it. It's cool.

For you I got it,

'cause you're pretty.

Cool.

I wouldn't do it for a dude,

you know.

Off you go.

We're going back in

through the airlock.

We're not calling in backup?

The Ark is sealed.

Nothing gets back...

until everything

on this planet is dead.

We're going in hot.

You're serious.

Pick up your weapon, Portman.

Come on, Portman, move out.

Didn't y'all see

how that thing greased Goat?

We don't know what

we're dealing with here.

It's SOP to call in

reinforcements...

when a situation...

We are...

the reinforcements.

Now, you shoulder...

your f***ing weapon, soldier.

All UAC personnel

evacuated to Earth.

Duke?

Duke?

Duke!

Hey, hey, hey.

It's just a power shortage.

You okay?

Here's your bone saw.

So, which of you

is the oldest?

What?

Oh, me. By two minutes.

Twins? Sh*t.

Identical, right?

Sam, get back in the lab.

Sh*t.

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