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You mean it's like|Iightning that can think.

It has no form, no shape,|but it's giving itself what it lacks.

It's creating|a new life-form...

using parts of the ship and crew.

Blood is still pumping|through this brain.

There's been|no decomposition at all.

Yeah. Here, right here.|See ? There's...

some kind of coil or self-contained|power supply built right into it.

Amazing.

- This brain is still alive.

- Hello ?

Stop f***ing around|with the damn thing, Richie !

I'm just looking at it, Steve.

Alexi ?

Touch it again,|I'll cut your hands off.

I can respect that.

It's still Alexi.|It's Alexi.

Rubbish ! You're listening|to a pile of Russian rubbish.

And I for one won't listen|to any more of it. There's no alien.

Something their government cooked up.

It all went wrong, didn't it ?|You're afraid the rest of the world's|gonna find out about it.

Dr. Igor F***in' Frankenstein there.

Alexi was no medical experiment.

- He was my husband.|- Rubbish.

Could someone please come and take|a look at the nails in my shoulder ?

Woods, stop whining !

Ow ! God ! Ow !

Oh, my God. Captain !

Brace yourselves !

We gotta turn her into the wind !

The steering doesn't answer.

We could steer the ship|from the engine room.

-I thought you said the door was welded.|-We'll cut the damn door.

Right. Bring her.|I wanna keep her in my sight.

I gotta get off this ship.

- All clear ?|- Clear.

- Did you feel that ?

The ship's turning.

We just turned 20 degrees into the wind.|The ship's steering itself.

- Ships don't steer themselves.|- She's altered her course.

- Let's go. Come on.|- Engine room's one deck down.

- What the hell was that ?

- Could be Squeak.|- I don't care who it is !

I said it could be Squeak !

Steve.

Jesus Christ.

- Careful, Richie.|- Yeah.

It's too weird, man.|You can't open that door.

- What is it, Steve ?|- I don't know. What you got, Richie ?

- I don't know. It could be Squeaky.|- Let me see. Let me see !

What the hell is that ?

- Open the door !|- Steve !|- Don't open the damn door !

Squeak ?

Steve.

- Steve !

Richie ! God, Richie, help me,|for God's sake ! Richie !

Sh*t !

Richie !

Steve !

- Out this side !|- Go ! Go ! Go !

- Come on. This way !|- Steve.

Come on !

- Where are we ?|- Communications room.

- Good ! I'm callin' for help.

- Did you trash this ?|- We destroyed every transmitter|on the ship.

- You didn't smash this one.|Mayday, mayday, mayday !|- Don't !

What the hell is wrong with you ?|Are you out of your f***in' mind ?

No one else is gonna claim salvage|on this vessel but us.

You're no longer in charge.

- Come here !

- What do they want from us ?|- It wants to kill us.

- No, they want something.|- It wants to mutilate us|just like it did Woods.

Did you see Squeaky ?|That thing wants something from us.

Why don't we talk to it ? It's in|the computer. We could talk to it.

- What ?|- Talk to it ! It's in the computer.

What the hell ?|What do I do ? What do I do ?

Nadia, please help me.|I need English, please.

"Who are you ?"

I am aware.

Is that it ? Is it ?|Is it the thing ?

"We mean you no harm."

Life-form analysis complete.|Species is destructive,

invasive, noxious,|harmful to the body of the whole.

- "What species ?"|- Man.

You are virus.

Great. Just great.

It thinks we're germs.

"What do you want from us ?"

Viscous neurological transmitters,

oxygenated tissues,|Aponeurus Superiorus Papelbrai.

"Superior--"|What the hell is that ?

- It's part of an optic nerve.|- What ?

- Spare parts.

It wants us for spare parts.

- It must be destroyed.|- How ?

- You said it was electrical,|Iike lightning.|- Yes.

- What happens when|Iightning hits water ?|- It grounds out !

That's right. It grounds out,|dissipates and dies.|That means we can kill this thing.

- We have to sink the ship to do that.|- It's in the computer.

- Where's the mainframe ?|- D deck. One deck below.

She's right. We gotta get to the|computer if we're gonna kill this thing.

We gotta get|the hell outta here first.

You people want a way out of here ?|Huh ? I'll show you a way outta here.

- Steve.

Spare parts, my ass, man.|That ain't gonna happen to me.

I ain't goin' up against those things,|man. You people can do what you want.

- I'm outta here.|- Get down !

- You're crazy !

Who's gonna carry my sh*t ?|Who's gonna carry my sh*t ?

- He's gone postal, man.|- Come on. Let's go !

Steve.

- You coming ?|- You hit a superior officer, Foster.

You punched me !|You're crazy !

- F*** you !|- You're all gonna|get yourselves killed !

- Wanna talk to me, do ya ?

I knew you did.

"Everton...

is the dominant life-form.

I am Everton."

"I will help you...

bring this ship to port.

New Zealand,

Australia,

anywhere you want."

"Workroom 14."

It's not gettin' me.

My brain is not becoming|some hard drive...

for some biomechanoid, alien mother--

Oh, I can use this.|This is a good part.

That door down there leads|to the main computer room.

I thought you said this was|gonna be well protected.

Hiko.

- lt's gone.|- Gone where ?

F***in' thing moved itself.

Robert Everton, Captain, the Sea Star.

Thank you.

Th-They're planning to sink the ship.

Of course, you know that, don't you ?

It's pretty amazing,|what with no head and all.

Woods.

Twenty-five years,|him and me--

together.

Are you Everton ?

Are you the dominant life-form ?

How can I be of assistance to you ?

Help me to survive.

It's welded.|We just came through here.

We've been set up.

- This way.|- Let's go !

Six years in the navy|as a weapons specialist.

I graduated top of my class.

I'm gettin' out. I got a plan.

It thinks it's smarter than me ?|It's gonna get a surprise.

- Where we going ?|- The storage room.|We can get out through here.

- Ow ! It's welded.|What's down there ? Nadia !|- Dead end.

Steve, I need something|to pry this. Hurry !

- Steve !

Hiko ! Steve, over here !

- Hiko !

- Hiko !

- Hiko, come on ! Move !|- Hiko !

Let's go, go, go, go !

Nadia, which way ?

- The antenna control room.|We'll be safe there.|- Okay. Steve !

Right behind you !|Go ! Just keep moving !

You stay close, Foster.

Keep going, Hiko ! Keep going !

Hiko !

Help me, Hiko !

- Foster, hang on !|- Hiko !

Come on, come on !|Take my hand ! Come on !

I got ya !

Come on !

Steve !

- Hiko !

- Hiko !|- Foster, come on !

He's gone. Keep moving !

Maybe he made it|to another part of the ship.

Not a chance.

Not a chance.

Just a little good-bye gift.

We gotta find out|where it's taking us. Steve !

Give me a hand.

We need a light.

We're headed here on this vector.

North-northwest.|Lord Howe lsland ?

- Lord Howe ? Why ?|There's nothin' there.|- There is.

There is a British intelligence station|there. They have digital linkups...

to all the military and commercial|satellites in the Southern Hemisphere.

If it gets into the transoceanic|Pacific cable, it could go anywhere.

This is the vessel Norfolk to|the vessel at 29 south, 79 east.

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