Riddick

Don't know how many times

I've been crossed off the

list and left for dead.

Guess when it first happens

the day you were born,

you're gonna lose count.

So this,

this ain't nothing new.

There are bad days,

and then there are legendary bad days.

Whole damn planet wanted a piece of me.

Can't stay in the open.

Can't risk another attack.

It's always the punch

you don't see coming that puts you down.

But why didn't I see it?

But why didn't I see it?

Of course they were gonna try to kill me.

Death is what they do for a living.

So the question ain't "What happened?"

The question is

"What happened to me?"

You are the Lord Marshal now.

How did they get so close?

How did I let them

blindside me like that?

Threshold!

Take us to the threshold!

Necromongers.

Some wanted to put a crown on my head.

Some wanted to put a

noose around my neck.

Okay, more nooses than crowns.

I needed a way out.

Some new place.

Or maybe just an old one.

But how do you find something

you've never seen?

Please, come back to bed.

Sometimes I think

you never sleep, Lord Marshal.

How can I sleep when I have so many...

Distractions?

So what is the best way

to a man's heart?

Between the fourth and fifth rib.

That's where I usually go.

I'll put a twist at the

end if I wanna make sure.

They'll never let you stand at the threshold

of Underverse without embracing the faith.

That's why they come

after you, these assassins.

They think of you as something wrong.

Cursed. Illegitimate.

What are you gonna do

when you're born that way?

Did you hear?

Do you think the guards

are still there?

Lord Marshal!

Something like that?

I said between the

fourth and fifth.

Fifth and sixth? Body cavity.

Making more friends, I see.

But who put her up to it?

Which commander?

It could be any of many.

Don't doubt it for a second,

Commander Vaako.

Lord Marshal.

They say you lost your nerve, Vaako,

after that big swing and a miss.

Is that what they say?

Now what are you gonna

do to get that cred back?

What's the big play?

Something splashy.

Actually,

I had in mind something different.

I've been thinking about

an early campaign.

My very first. I was but a boy.

We dropped from the sky

and did what Necromongers do.

Destruction was breathtaking.

But then we met resistance.

Ferocious like a storm of lions.

Each one of them killed

over a hundred Necro

before their weapons failed.

And then they killed another 30 more.

Barehanded.

Our firepower and strength in numbers

eventually won us the day.

I can still see him,

the last of those magnificent warriors,

standing on a pile of his own.

And he looked at me.

And I will never forget those eyes.

His eyes were just like yours.

The planet was Furya.

I know what it's called.

You just don't know where it is.

I need charts. I need maps.

- Impossible.

- I need a direction.

Purged from all records,

as you well know.

But you remember where.

So many worlds...

The only map left in existence

is the one that's in my head, Riddick.

So what do you want?

The crown?

Transcendence.

Krone.

Break off a ship.

Riddick's going home.

Transcendence.

I guess that was Necro speak for "Get the

f*** off our ship and make it forever. "

Fine by me.

You can't blame him for

dangling Furya.

Home has a certain equity.

But I do blame him for

what came next.

It's a long way to come.

For this.

This guy with

the f***ed-up face, Krone,

he was supposed to be

our ride home.

But instead of Furya,

we wind up someplace called...

Not Furya.

Yet again,

someone was trying to play me.

So yet again,

we play for blood.

You keep what you kill, Riddick!

You keep what you kill!

Somewhere along the way,

I lost a step.

I got sloppy.

Dulled my own edge.

Maybe I went and did the

worst crime of all...

I got civilized.

So now we zero the clock.

Just me and this no-name world.

Gotta find that animal

side again.

Before long, I realized

there was a whole other world over there,

of water, grass and life.

Just had one thing in my way.

Hey.

Come on, show me some teeth.

Escape artist, huh?

What you got over there?

Thought we shared everything.

Drop it.

Stay.

Bounty hunters.

Wait.

Wait...

Steady...

Okay, now.

Sounds good.

Mmm...

Mmm!

All yours.

It says "dog food" on it.

If you could read.

Come on.

All right. Bring me my reserve.

Where's yours?

Rain.

It's a good thing.

Just because you've never seen it before

doesn't mean it's a bad thing.

Hey, easy.

Looks like our time is up here.

Nothing.

Look again, Diaz.

Somebody should teach

this Riddick a**hole how to count.

"Leave one ship"? Like we've got

a f***ing spare laying around.

Let's crank it up.

Good morning, Cyclops.

Hey, Luna.

Yeah.

Wake her up, kick her out of bed.

What do you mean?

We're running heavy.

She's a prisoner.

Wasn't she gonna pay our way back?

We're going big now.

Okay? Cut that 60 kilos loose.

Get away! Get away from me!

Stop, just stop!

What do you want now?

I'm gonna take off the restraints. Okay?

I don't want them off.

No, it's not like that.

Nobody is gonna touch you now.

Santana's head is into other stuff now.

Your lucky day.

Get the f*** away from me.

Okay.

What planet is this? Where are we?

It's got air and water.

That's all you've got to know.

- But how am I supposed to survive...

- Just go.

Before he changes his mind.

I was getting attached to her.

Now where is my box at?

The name is Santana!

Shot-caller for this crew right here!

I am the guy who knows all,

sees all, beats all...

Spitting it kind of strong, ain't he?

Got to bait the trap.

I've come all this way

to collect your head in a box!

Right here!

So have yourself a fine day now,

Mr. Richard B. Riddick!

I suspect

it will be one of your very last!

Yeah, well, you don't need to agitate

Riddick any more than, you know.

Any more than bringing his head back

in a box would?

Sh*t. Here comes the neighborhood.

Small world.

Unidentified vessel,

this is Clan Vagos out of Ursa Five.

Be advised that we are on the ground now

and have responded to

an emergency signal.

No distress found, no need to land.

I repeat, there is no reason for you

to land at this location at this time.

Is that clear?

No reason for you to land

at this location at this time.

What the f*** did I just say?

It was a long haul.

We could take on some water.

Wouldn't mind a little

true-gravity time either.

Like I was saying, I've got this.

You knew who that was, right?

On the emergency beacon?

Wouldn't be here if I didn't.

The concept of back-up

still has no appeal to you?

My besties here can ball with anyone.

No disrespect for your crew, of course,

who look strong, too,

in those matchy-matchy outfits.

Sh*t. Didn't know there was a dress code.

Yeah, right?

Well, it's not my intention

to jump another man's claim.

If you don't mind,

maybe we'll just pull up a chair

and spectate for a while.

What if I do?

Well, this is a co-op station, pal.

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