Screamers Page #4

- What other type?

David was a type 3.

The reptile was a type 1 .

What's the other type?

Can l come with you?

lt's a... type 2.

- Genius. You can count up to three.

- Get off my back!

- lt's a wounded soldier.

- "Help me. Help me."

There were only a few reported.

We thought you'd discontinued them.

- We've never seen them.

- What do they look like?

- Who do they look like?

- Look in the mirror, Ross.

l'm warning you...

just get off my back.

They keep saying the same thing

over and over.

Just get off my..!

Exactly.

He's one of them.

He's a machine. Type 2.

He kept repeating himself.

You heard him.

And what about the scotch?

You saw, he didn't take a sip.

That's right, sir.

We offered, but he refused.

That's blood.

- Bullshit.

- Bullshit? Take a look.

l see a human being who got

wasted for no reason at all.

- What are you looking at?

- That wasn't very human of you.

Until two days ago,

l didn't even know you existed.

You think l'm one of them?

Then you'd better kill me, too.

See if l've got any switches inside.

Come on, be on the safe side.

Do it!

Man, l'm out of here.

Anybody that's coming, come on.

Cicero, this is Libby. Come in.

Cicero, this is Libby. Come in.

lf you get killed,

will your man let us in?

Not if he's smart.

Do you want me to say l'm sorry?

Well, l'm not.

lt was a mistake.

l'll kill you

before l let you make another one.

Just got out of basic training,

didn't you?

lt's pretty obvious you're a rookie.

You think you're the centre

of the universe, but you're not.

We're just insignificant

little specks, you and me.

We're not gonna change the world.

We're not gonna win the war.

Nobody's gonna care that we die.

"Which many signify that you should

snarl and bite and play the dog."

- Not me.

- Shakespeare?

Very good.

Cicero, this is Libby. Over.

Cicero, come in. Over.

Goddamn radiation!

Come on, we've got to get closer.

- Come on down.

- We're right in front of the door.

- Come out. Over.

- Bad connection, Joe.

l've got NEBs with me.

Come on up.

You're breaking up, Joe.

- Come up out of the bunker.

- Come on down, Joe.

You come up, Chuck.

- Chuck, that's an order.

- Come on down. Over.

- Chuck...

- Come on down. Over.

- Let me speak to Don Giovanni.

- This is Don Giovanni.

Come on down. Over.

- This is your old pal Wolfgang.

- l will open the door. Over.

l'm coming down right now.

Do you copy?

- Come down. Over.

- l'm coming in... Go!

Watch the flame.

- Give me the nuke!

- What?

Give me the mini-pluto

you stole out of the bunker!

- Loading.

- Watch your heads.

Hang on!

Help me!

- Help me!

- Sir!

Help me!

- Sir.

- l'm okay, Jefferson.

- What about you?

- Becker's down. He's wounded.

Becker...

- He's wounded...

- Hold on, man.

Wounded.

- Help me.

- Jefferson! No!

Down! Down to hell!

And say that l sent you there.

"l came into the world

with my legs forward."

"And the woman cried,

'He was born with teeth!"'

l had no father.

l am my own father.

l have no brother

l am my own brother.

This word love,

which old farts call blind, -

- be resident in men like you,

a**hole, but not in me.

l am my motherfucking self. Alone!

Jefferson!

We're gonna die.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah...

...but not today...

...and not here.

Where will we go?

Where do you go

when there's nowhere else to go?

Home.

Earth.

There's an emergency escape vehicle

for use by the commanding officer.

lt's hidden in these mountains

in a place named ironically -

- for where they developed the

first atomic bomb. Alamogordo.

l've never been there.

- What are you talking about?

- There's a way off this planet.

- Type 2?

- Hell if l know.

l've never even seen this tag.

l've never even seen this language.

Can l see it?

Yeah.

God! l'm sorry.

Give it to me. l'm sorry.

l had to know.

No! Don't do that...

you don't need to.

- That's the last one.

- lt's okay.

According to this

we should be close.

- Does that locator work?

- Yeah.

- ls it up there?

- lt should be.

- l don't see anything.

- That's the idea.

l can't go on any more.

l don't want to go on any more.

Listen to me. l don't have anybody.

l don't have a family or a friend

or that kid Jefferson.

l don't even have him.

But l have you, do you hear me?

l have you, and we're going home.

l'm taking you home.

When l took over command,

this was coded in my bio-signature.

- lt only works for you?

- We'll soon find out.

Then l'm with the right guy.

- What do we do?

- l have no idea.

Let's try this chair.

What about this?

Elevator activated.

Countdown to launch commencing.

lt's moving. Get on.

Hang on.

The crane's blocking the trajectory.

- l'll be down.

- Okay.

Please clear launch pad.

Gantry inoperable.

Circuit malfunction.

Launch sequence initiated.

Time to launch:
15 minutes.

- Chuck!

- Remember that bar at Point Reyes?

l guess you'll never see it again.

We all die alone, Joe.

Like the new look, Commander?

What do you think?

ls this me, or what?

l liked the other face better.

Do you know who l got it from?

Marshall Richard Cooper.

Name ring a bell?

Do you know how we got it off him?

Just like your buddy Chuck,

we ripped it off.

He was screaming

something about God and Jesus.

You're in the wrong place.

l took his face.

He didn't have much use for it.

But l like your face better.

"She couldn't take it. She married

and moved on, and l'm still here."

Obstruction cleared.

Prelaunch proceeding.

Down to hell,

and say that l sent you.

"l came into the world

with my legs forward..."

- Are you all right?

- Fine. Let's go.

- Prelaunch sequence complete.

- Joe...

- Damn.

- One seat. One life support system.

Get in. We've got eight minutes

for you to get out of here.

- You know how to fly it.

- lt'll fly by itself.

Sh*t!

l'll flip you for it.

Call it. Heads or sphinx.

Rome, Egypt.

l'll flip it. You call it.

All right, Cleopatra, l'll call it.

Rome.

lt doesn't matter. You're going.

Now, go.

l can't...

Pardon me, gentlemen,

would you mind taking that outside?

Stray bullets

are bad for the inventory.

Jessica Hansen, Pittsburgh.

How do you do?

We can smile, we can cry,

we can bleed.

We can f***.

l wanted to tell you. l did.

Not so fast.

Two minutes to launch.

Hey, b*tch!

Prelaunch burn complete.

90 seconds to launch.

l didn't want to...

...go back with you. l was afraid.

l know. You were afraid

of what you would do.

You're coming up in the world.

You've learned

how to kill each other now.

l learned something else, too.

l learned to...

...love.

30 seconds to launch.

This is Joseph Hendricksson

aboard EEVT 3. Over.

Alliance San Francisco. Over.

On a prelaunch, requesting

emergency clearance for Earth.

Cleared for Earth. Over.

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