"In the year 2026... archaeologists working in the Nevada desert... discovered a portal to an ancient city on Mars." "They called this portal the Ark." "Twenty years later, we're still struggling to understand... why it was built... and what happened to the civilization that built it." "Dr. Carmack!" "Dr. Carmack!" "Dr. Carmack!" "Dr. Carmack!" "This is Dr. Carmack, Classified Research, Olduvai, ID 6627." "We've had a Level 5 breach." "Implement quarantine procedures immediately." "Implement quarantine procedures now." "Reading you loud and clear, General." "Union Aerospace has requested assistance to contain... a Level 5 breach at their Olduvai facility." "How many personnel involved?" "Six scientists are under lockdown in a high-security lab... where the breach occurred." "Another 79 UAC employees are on site." "Ark travel has been suspended." "What's the objective?" "Code red." "Assess level of threat." "Assess level of threat." "Protect and retrieve UAC property." "Maintain quarantine at both Ark portals by any means necessary." "Use extreme prejudice?" "Extreme prejudice." "If necessary, search and destroy." "Over." "Search and destroy." "Orders received and understood." "Out." "Oh, you're trying to get nasty now, huh?" "Now you dead." "You dead, sucker." "All right, all right." "You wanna bring your boys?" "You wanna bring your boys?" "I don't believe this." "I confess to God the father." "Oh, yeah!" "I need help." "The wall, man." "I don't believe this shit." "Six months without a weekend... the goddamned transporters are five minutes late." "And that's five minutes of R and R I ain't never gonna get back." "Hey, relax, baby." "We're on vacation." "Yo." "This game's layered, man." "Where you going, Portman?" "I'm going down to El Honto... and I'm gonna lock myself in a motel room... with a bottle of tequila and three she-boys." "You're sick, man." "I'm sick of your filth, Portman." "He speaks." "What's it gonna be, Reaps?" "An armed conflict someplace quiet?" "Yeah, a little relaxing jungle warfare?" "Or maybe you're just gonna stay right here." "Spending my time doing pushups." "Listen up, men." "Leave is canceled." "Oh, man." "I just..." "I don't believe this shit." "Fuck!" "Got a problem with that, Duke?" "Me, Sarge?" "Hell, no, I love my job." "What's up, Sarge?" "We got us a game." "Kid!" "Son, you are now in the Rapid Response Tactical Squad... the RRTS." "Fall in." "All dressed up and nowhere to go, huh, Portman?" "Kid, don't forget your rattle." "Shut up, Portman." "Not this time, John." "What?" "We can handle this one." "You're bullshitting me." "No, I'm not bullshitting." "We're going to Olduvai." "Olduvai?" "Take the leave." "Is that an order?" "It's a recommendation." "See you when I get back." "Aircraft ready to load." "Copy that." "Great vacation." "Damn, they go quick." "Almost like we've never been away." "We're a go." "All systems are green." "Prepare for takeoff." "Okay, Sarge, roger." "RRTS Special Ops clearance verified." "Handle ID:" "Destroyer." "Daddy's home." "Handle ID:" "Mac." "Handle ID:" "Portman." "Handle ID:" "Goat." "Handle ID:" "The Kid." ""The Kid"?" "Handle ID:" "Duke." "Say my name, baby." "RRTS Special Ops clearance verified." "Handle ID:" "Sarge." "I can't believe we're going through the Ark." "Don't worry, Kid." "You're gonna love it." "All set?" "Yes, sir." "RRTS Special Ops clearance verified." "Handle ID:" "Reaper." "Take us up!" "RRTS air 6, we're airborne and en route." "You know, Kid, it's funny." "A couple of days ago I asked Sarge for a little pussy." "The next day he brought you onto the team." "Don't give me an excuse, Portman." "No one here will miss you." "Men, look in." "This is what we got from Simcon." "We have a quarantine situation on Olduvai." "They sent this message... when the research team stopped responding to all communications." "Olduvai." "This is Dr. Carmack, Classified Research, Olduvai, ID 6627." "We've had a Level 5 breach." "Implement quarantine procedures immediately." "I repeat." "This is Dr. Carmack, Classified Research, Olduvai, ID 6627." "We've had a Level 5 breach." "Implement quarantine procedures now." "UAC have shut down the lab, men." "We need to go up there, locate the team... eliminate the threat and secure the facility." "What threat?" "It goes like this, see:" "If it's trying to kill you, it's a threat." "Rescue mission heading 147 degrees." "Location Lima, Zulu, Foxtrot 14." "Roger, Q-06." "Badger 39 out." "Copy, Badger 39." "How long has it been?" "Ten years." "Sure she's even still up there?" "Yeah." "I guess you gotta face your demon sometime." "Copy, Q-06, we've got a visual on Lima, Zulu." "ETA at 90 seconds." "Stand by." "Look alive, men." "Game time." "Halt." "Move in." "You hesitate, people die." "I checked it... at least three times before we sent it through." "Sanford Crosby, UAC Public Relations." "Now follow me, please." "How many people you got up there?" "UAC employs 85 permanent research staff on Olduvai." "Welcome to the Ark, gentlemen." "Initiating molecular mapping drive." "Initiating molecular mapping drive." "All personnel, prepare for activation." "Keep your distance from the core or you might get sucked in." "You, uh, you done this before?" "Once." "Training mission." "Hope you had a good dinner, Kid." "Inter-planet coordinate lock engaged." "All telemetry verified and transmissions are five-by-five." "Soon as we get through, I need you to shut down the surface elevator here." "Make sure that we get the standard quarantine of six hours." "Target receiver initialized." "Ready to proceed." "Ark travel, 15 seconds and counting." "Five, four... three, two... one." "Why we gotta come all this way?" "Why can't UAC rent-a-cops take care of this bullshit?" "Is it always that rough?" "Believe me, it used to be a lot rougher." "There was a time when Ark travel was susceptible to, let's say... major turbulence." "What's he mean?" "He means he went to one galaxy, his ass went to another." "Call it a scientific miscalculation." "Unbelievable as it may seem, UAC does make the odd tiny mistake." "Marcus Pinzerowsky." "You call me Pinky." "Follow me." "Where are the personnel who aren't locked down in the lab?" "In the atrium." "Pinky, put us up." "Activating remote personnel surveillance." "Circle out men, on my three." "One, two, three." "Killcams up and running." "People, this room is a code red, which means... no one gets in without our permission." "It stays ours at all costs." "Mac, stay here with our friend and secure the door." "Men, on me." "Let's move out." "Open the doors." "Who called in the military?" "Where the fuck are we?" "Couple million light years from breakfast." "When can I start evacuating people out through the Ark?" "We're at a Level 5 quarantine, nobody goes anywhere." "Ladies, we're under a Level 5 quarantine... so I'm just gonna have to strip search you girls." "I don't think so." "Hold that thought." "We're under a Level 5 quarantine, so I'm just gonna have... to strip..." "Portman!" "Sergeant, this is Dr. Samantha Grimm, the UAC science officer... assigned to retrieve data from the lab." "Sergeant." "Dr. Grimm." "Hello, John." "Hello, Samantha." "Hello, Samantha!" "Sarge, this operation is a code red." "We really don't have room for passengers." "Excuse me, but I have orders to retrieve data from three servers:" "Anthropology, Forensic Archeology, and Genetics." "This is a military operation, Doctor." "We're really not here to retrieve your science homework." "Look, I got an idea." "Why don't you ask your CO what your orders are?" "To contain and neutralize the threat, protect the civilians... and retrieve..." "retrieve UAC property." "We finally done here?" "Because I've got a job to do." "If you'll follow me?" "You chose this, Reaper." "Is this gonna spoil my day?" "No, sir." "Tell me you didn't let a fine-looking piece of ass... like that get away from you, Reaper." "She's my sister." "No shit?" "Don't do this again, man." "Do what?" "There's three sections to Carmack's lab complex." "Archeology, Genetics, and Weapons Research." "You test weapons up here?" "Well, it's a dead planet." "You want that stuff tested here, where it's safe, or in your own backyard?" "We're primarily an archeological operation." "Weapons Research is in its own separate facility." "It has nothing to do with Dr. Carmack's work." "How many inside when the lab shut down?" "Only Dr. Carmack's team." "That's six people." "In one of the carbon dating labs, there was an internal phone... left off the hook." "Did you get any information from it?" "Open the door." "Portman, Goat, lead on." "Magnesium, chromium, lead." "It's all normal." "All clear." "Pinky, give us a schematic." "Uploading to you now." "Carmack's lab is isolated from the rest of the facility." "The airlock is the only way in or out." "Goat, Portman:" "Genetics." "Kid, Destroyer:" "Carmack's office, where he sent the mayday from." "Reaper, keep Dr. Grimm here safe on her salvage op." "Duke and I'll take the weapons lab, make sure all the hardware's secure." "Be safe, gentlemen." "Portman, Goat, on you." "It's on." "Clear left." "Clear right." "$5 says this shit ain't nothing but a disgruntled employee with a gun." "Fluorescent markings as rooms are cleared." "Go." "They're on the move." "You don't look like a "Mac."" "Katsuhiko Kumanosuke Takaashi." "So, Mac." "What the fuck!" "Pinky, you getting this?" "Jesus." "Very cool." "Cleared." "Where the hell is everybody?" "Hey." "Lock in." "It's clear." "How much time you gonna need?" "Thirty minutes, tops." "Goat, Portman." "There's another room to the north." "Past Genetics." "Copy that." "What the hell is that?" "You never did time, Portman?" "What?" "This is a holding cell." "Bullshit." "What makes you think that?" "Touch it." "'Cause the walls are electrified." "You asshole!" "Jeez." "They leave shit like this lying around?" "I'd hate to see what they lock up." ""BFG."" "Hey, Sarge, what's the deal with the sister?" "Reaper's parents led the first team of archeologists to Olduvai." "They died in some accident when he was a kid." "She followed in their footsteps, and he didn't." "No, what I meant was, is she single?" "Please provide DNA verification." "Access denied." "All units report contact." "God damn it, all units report contact." "Hey." "It was moving." "Friendly fire, Sarge." "Wasting ghosts." "Roger that." "Funny, Duke." "So, "Reaper"?" "As in "Grim"?" "They're Marines, Sam, not poets." "Holy shit!" "Oh, yeah, meet Lucy." "Lucy, this is my brother, John... another creature from the long lost past." "You found human remains?" "Humanoid." "Lucy and her child were our first major find." "We're bringing out more every day." "You re-opened the dig?" "I know I should have told you." "I didn't figure it was the sort of thing..." "I could jot down on a yearly birthday card." "It's been stabilized." "Bullshit." "You wanna talk about safe?" "Like you took a desk job?" "I'm a forensic archeologist, John." "I'll go where the work is." "Is that the only reason you're up here?" "You wanna know why I'm up here?" "I'll show you." "Come here." "This is Lucy's chromosome profile." "Notice anything?" "My molecular genetics is a little rusty." "What's the first thing Dad taught us to look for?" "She's got 24 pairs of chromosomes." "Humans only have 23." "But what does the extra pair do?" "Makes her superhuman." "The extra pair makes her super strong... super fit, super intelligent." "Her cells divide 50 times faster... meaning she heals almost instantly." "The fossil record indicates these people had conquered disease." "We found no genetic disorders, no viruses, no cancers." "So what, they were just naturally superior?" "No." "Not naturally." "See, the earliest remains we found only had 23." "We suspect this extra chromosome may be synthetic." "Bioengineered?" "That's a long word for a Marine." "Does it ever bother you... you could've spent your life looking in a microscope... instead of a sniper scope?" "If they were so smart, how come they're so dead?" "We don't know." "Maybe they just went with time." "You don't shield a baby from time." "We got movement up ahead." "You stay here, okay?" "Lock the door." "Fucking door has been ripped open." "There's something in Carmack's office." "There!" "Contact!" "Moving east through Carmack's office!" "Fast!" "Confirmed contact." "Moving fast, over south corridor." "Hold your fire!" "If you have a weapon, drop it." "Don't move." "Sam, I told you to stay..." "But he knows me, John." "Dr. Carmack, it's me." "Samantha." "Where are the others?" "Where are they?" "Steve, Hillary..." "I'm not gonna hurt you." "I'm not gonna hurt you." "Ah!" "Jesus Christ!" "Oh, damn." "Get a med kit." "Nice." "I'm not gonna hurt you." "Duke, get him to the infirmary with Dr. Grimm." "Portman, Kid, go to the airlock and dig in." "Anything trying to get away from us will get driven straight to you." "Now let's see if we can find the body that goes with that arm." "It's messed up, huh?" "Guy like Carmack... who's trained to put logic before emotion... he's so freaked, huh... he tears off his own ear?" "I tell you, man." "It's shit like that that gets under your skin." "Do you..." "Do you have any?" "Do I have any?" "What?" "You know." "I'm just a little shook up." "I need something to get my focus, man." "My game face." "God damn it!" "I took His name in vain." "Shit." "There is a God." "Ma'am." "Excuse me, ma'am." "Sarge..." "I think we found the rest of that arm." "No, no." "No, no, I don't do nanowalls." "Yes, you do." "You got him?" "Wait here." "Shit." "Two, three." "You okay?" "Did they find the others?" "Not yet." "My husband is with them." "I'm sure Steve's fine." "Dr. Carmack, I'm going to take your blood pressure." "Hey..." "It's okay, it's okay." "I can feel it." "What happened in there?" "Shut it, shut it down." "Shut it down." "S-Shut it down." "It's inside." "We heard something in Genetics." "We're re-entering." "That's affirmative, Reaper." "Looks like we missed the party." "We were just here." "What happened to all the animals?" "Sir, RRTS." "We're here to help." "Sir, are you okay?" "Okay." "No, no, no." "Sir, put it down." "Contact report." "Damn it." "We found another one of the scientists." "Some weird shit 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 shit"" "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 fuck?" "Go, go." "Wait!" "Somebody's down there." "Come on." "Grab an arm." "Goddamn son of a bitch is heavy!" "Hang on." "Quick, he's slipping back." "He's slipping." "Shit." "Portman, what the hell happened?" "I fell in the damn hole." "Shit." "Everybody, on me." "Watch your goddamn footing." "Move." "Shit." "Goat, straight ahead." "Sir." "Portman, you're with me." "John, take the Kid and go to the right." "Shit!" "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 shit... 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 shit." "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." "Shit." "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 bitch." "Okay, going again." "Clear!" "He's gone." "Doctor, you are going to tell me... just what the fuck 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck yourself?" "It's bullshit." "You're supposed to protect me." "Ark secure." "Remaining personnel, ready for evacuation." "Shit." "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 fucking 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?" "Shit." "Identical, right?" "Sam, get back in the lab." "Shit." "Motherfucker!" "Close it!" "And that's why I don't do nanowalls." "Pinky, we're entering the archeological dig." "Secure the exit." "Sam." "I'm coming." "I'm hungry." "Let's eat." "Come on." "Come on." "Careful now." "Not too close, John." "Go, go, go." "Slow down." "Go around." "Go around again." "No!" "Mommy!" "Is this where it happened?" "Did you find the door?" "John?" "Clay." "Thurman." "Look at them." "They weren't trying to stop something from getting in." "Something stopped them from getting out." "Mac, stand by." "Destroyer, report." "We've reached the north airlock." "It's secure." "Console indicates nothing's come in or out for 26 hours." "Mac?" "Mac." "Mac, Mac, you copy?" "Talk to me." "Talk to me, Mac." "Shit." "Jesus Christ." "We're in pursuit." "Moving fast out of the dig." "It's getting away." "Pinky, what do you see?" "It's big." "Very big." "Moving fast, back towards the lab complex." "Clear." "It's back in the lab." "Clear!" "Clear." "Damn, it's fast." "All around defense, men." "Did you get it?" "Pinky." "Yes, Sarge?" "Anything gets through that door... use an ST grenade." "It cannot get back to Earth." "He pops an ST in there, he's gonna blow the Ark." "Reaper, Kid, pairs, cover formation." "Sweep the corridors." "Go." "Destroyer, you and Portman stay here." "Shut the airlock." "Maintain a perimeter." "He blows the Ark, how the hell... are we supposed to get the fuck home?" "Portman, shut the fucking door." "Where you going?" "I'm going to the armory." "I think we're gonna need something... with a little bit more kick." "Jesus." "You see anything like it before?" "Heart." "Liver." "Kidneys." "Dogs got kidneys, right?" "Pigs got kidneys." "It's had its appendix removed." "It's human." "What the fuck?" "Goat knew he was turning." "This thing didn't butcher Willits." "It is Willits." "What?" "This is bullshit, man." "I enlisted to serve my country... not get greased protecting some corporation's... goddamn science project." "I gotta take a dump." "What?" "Now?" "Unless you want me shitting my pants right here." "Please provide DNA verification." "Welcome, Patricia Tallman." "Access granted." "Big fucking gun." "Oh, shit." "Portman, I got floor and wall on your gun cam." "I'm taking a shit, you fucking gimp." "Fuck you, Portman, you piece of shit."