Riddick Page #4

and introduce myself.

- My name is...

- Box Boy.

Say what?

You are the guy who said that he was

gonna put my head in a box. Right?

Well, that was me spitting noise.

But you do have a box.

Do I have a box?

Thought I saw one.

I mean, of course I've got a box.

Everyone's got a box, man.

Even Diaz has a f***ing huge box.

Good.

We're gonna use it.

Three down, eight left.

Now, normally I'd just keep going.

Six down... Nine down...

You get where I'm going with this.

But things are changing here

and nobody wants to be on this planet

24 hours from now.

So I suggest we make it work.

What do you want, a

gentleman's agreement?

I'll leave one node out in the open.

You take it.

The other node and the

other ship are mine.

Hey, wait, wait.

What are we playing here,

retard bingo? What?

That was on the table from the start...

Forget the start.

It's the end you want to think about now.

See that?

I'll give you till that

rain hits that station.

That's your clock.

"Box Boy"...

Dahl! Do it now! Now!

Again!

He's not going down.

Do it again, Dahl!

Just go down.

I got this, Dahl.

Riddick.

Riddick?

Johns?

We beating men in chains now?

Okay, from the beginning.

For the historical record...

The Hunter Gratzner.

That's the commercial vessel my son uses

to transport you back to the slammer.

But that ship sends a distress call

somewhere near M-344/G.

It's a backwater system,

with two suns, one habitable planet.

Does he survive the crash?

Big drama the next few hours.

But whatever happens,

no matter what they tell you,

don't let 'em take these chains off me.

Them? Who's "them"?

Who are you talking...

Do you know who you're talking to here?

That was for me?

When the chains come off...

Jesus Christ.

Box Boy,

you go in the first five seconds.

Really?

And you plan on

killing me with what, your mouth?

That shiny blade.

I'd love to see you try.

For the historical record,

he made it.

So it's just you and him?

Was, uh,

about the same number

you see here in this room.

So how many made it off?

Three.

But not him?

No.

So between the time of the crash and the

time you leave that planet,

my son dies.

And I can safely assume it's at your hands.

Is that right?

I'm wasting my f***ing time here!

You grant any last wishes?

I was referring to you.

Not that the chains aren't

a hot look, but no.

I'm not gonna straddle you

in front of all these guys.

What if I killed all of 'em first?

Easy, boy.

There's a lot more tranq

where that came from.

Tell me what you see

outside that window, Dahl.

Cyclops unit, two ships,

couple dead guys in plastic.

And you don't see anything else?

Nothing else.

Let me know when you do.

Love those toenails, by the way.

Yeah?

Predator Pink.

Matches your nipples.

Why are we even listening

to this big fuckstick?

Can we just detach his head, please?

Here's what's gonna happen.

The next 60 seconds,

you're gonna watch your own head

drop into that box.

Nothing,

nothing is gonna keep you from

that special place in hell.

Maybe in the last minute of your life,

you want to be something more

than a goddamn savage!

Gimme some f***ing answers!

Please!

Is there anything you'd like to add

on the subject I just raised?

Time's up.

Time is up.

He's all yours.

Hold him down.

More dingo-dongos maybe.

F*** it.

I know what's coming.

Called to find you. The serpents...

Spotlight!

Like I said,

it ain't me you gotta worry about.

What is it? What's out there?

I don't know.

F***ed up or something out there.

It ain't right. It's coming our way.

Whatever they are,

they ain't so hard to kill.

What the f***?

F***!

No more holes, please.

Now here's what's gonna happen.

In 60 seconds you're gonna

take these chains off me.

We're gonna make a play for those nodes

and get off this rock.

But somewhere along the line,

when it gets really bad,

Johns

is gonna fold just like Little Johns did.

Then when it's all over

and the rest of you

are ready for Dead Animal Pickup,

I'm gonna go balls deep into Dahl.

But only because she asked me to.

Sweet-like.

What does he mean, "When things go bad"?

What? This doesn't qualify as bad?

What the f*** is happening?

How f***ed are we?

Who knows how long it will rain?

Or just how many of them

are buried out there?

He saw it. He saw it with those eyes of

his and he didn't tell us what.

One ship for you, one for me.

I need to know that these nodes

are retrievable.

And I need to know we have a deal.

We got a deal.

The chains stay on.

Why don't we sit this one out?

Okay. Okay.

Up, up, up...

Good doggie.

Oh!

Holy sh*t.

Yeah.

Let's cut him loose.

That was five seconds.

I like to be a man of my word.

How about you, Johns?

For He shall give His angels

charge over me, keep me in

- all His grace as long as I live.

- Shut the noise, Luna.

You know, I think the angels

are here protecting me.

And if they're here, watchin' over me,

maybe they'll deliver us

all from this crazy, evil place.

That sh*t is creeping everybody out,

so shut the f*** up.

You shut the f*** up, Vargas.

Leave the kid alone.

Where the hell did that... Jesus Christ!

No, no, no!

What the f*** is wrong with you,

you crazy bastard?

You could have killed me!

Got it, didn't I?

Vargas, get up.

Vargas, get up. Come on, let's go.

Vargas, come on, man. Walk it off.

Let's go. It's just a little one.

Small ones are the worst.

They save the most venom.

And kid,

leave God out of this.

He wants no part of what happens next.

I forgot to mention,

there's no weapons for you.

You think you can ride

one of these things?

I'll ride it like I stole it.

I'll take flank.

If Riddick comes back here without us,

you go ahead,

you kill him on general principle.

Is that before or after

I'm supposed to f*** him?

You a**hole motherf***er!

Just sittin' there watchin'!

Would have covered you,

but you said, "No weapons".

How bad you want those nodes, Johns?

I don't suppose you took the

time to do this for him, huh?

This may come as a shock to you, Johns,

but I didn't ghost your son.

He seemed set on killin' himself.

What the f*** does that mean?

Morphine.

Your son liked his morphine.

Liked it twice a day.

Didn't know your son was a junkie?

Johns was like most Mercs.

They look all stand-up and do-right

until you cut them open

and you find something missing.

In his case, a spine.

I don't have to listen to this sh*t!

That's not the man I knew.

Then you didn't know your son.

He wanted to kill a kid.

To save his own skin.

I had a problem with that.

You expect me to believe

my son was gonna kill a child

to save his own life?

Morphine makes

the brain soft. Heart weak.

I don't f***in' buy it!

I just can't believe that

my son's the bad guy

in this f***in' demented

fairy tale of yours.

No reason to lie now.

Johns.

Either one of us.

Thanks for startin'

the killing spree for me, Riddick.

But I'll take it from here.

Jamoke.

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