(meteor rumbling) (logo chimes) (logo cracking) (shopping cart rattling) (shopping cart rattling) (paper rustling) (paper rustling) (thunder rolling) (thunder rolling) (meteor whooshing) (creature squishing) (door creaking) (footsteps thudding) (door creaks) (slime dripping) (footsteps thudding) (door creaking) (footsteps thudding) (beep persisting) (footsteps thudding) (gravel crunching) (footsteps thudding) (alien growling) (ominous music) (suspenseful music) - [Reporter] Shower of meteorite
f
ragments that hit the city caused extensive structural damage and injured around 200 people. (suspenseful music) The epicenter of this
singular atmospheric event is in the area between Monroe and Lanval, already known for its
urban and social decay. (suspenseful music) - [Reporter] Protests are growing in one of the poorest suburbs. (suspenseful music) These are quite common and
frequent natural events that happen on the planet. (suspenseful music) - [Reporter] Cases of missing
persons are incre
asing in the north of the city. (ominous music) (alien growling) (traffic whirring) (car whirring) (gun clicks) (suspenseful music) (car whirring) (suspenseful music) (car whirring) (suspenseful music) (flies buzzing) (car doors thumping) (flies buzzing) (footsteps thudding) (suspenseful music) - I suggest you enter from here. No surveillance cameras
means no prying eyes. Inside you'll find five men, all armed, but not to the teeth, but they certainly won't be
rolling out the red carpet. Inside,
you look for one man, our man. He'll be easy to recognize. He'll have a briefcase
handcuffed to his wrist. His name's Milan. He'll also have a stash of
cash he stole from his boss. They won't be expecting you, but that doesn't mean you
can let down your guard. I need you to be swift, silent, and above all, ready for anything. (suspenseful music) - What? Ready for anything? What do you mean? - This ain't no fucking
picnic in the park. Everyone knows that Ivanovich's
men don't go down easily. Now
, I'm not expecting
it to be a massacre, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was, if you get my drift. That's how we bring home
the bacon, right Abe? - [Abe] Yeah, it's no problem. - A massacre? What are you talking about? This was meant to be a simple robbery. That's not what we agreed on. Mark, Mark, look at me. This wasn't the deal. - Aye. These two lovebirds, Rambo here, he's a pussy, a fuckable one, I must admit. I wouldn't kick him
outta bed if he farted, but he's a fuckin' pussy. And this b
itch, she's got more balls than the two of you put together. You're not losing your grip, are you, Abe? - Give me a second. (suspenseful music) You too. (suspenseful music) (footsteps thudding) - [Mark] What the fuck? - Careful what you do, boy. Be very careful. You see, you don't get a second chance, don't you understand that? You, oh my God, another outburst like
that in front of Jacob and I'll fuckin' kill you myself. Now, you're gonna listen carefully, and you're gonna go back in there and y
ou're gonna shut your mouth, and then you're gonna say thank you, and you're gonna take orders. Now, you can do that, can't you? You can do that, can't you? Say it. - Okay, Abraham, okay. - [Nikita] Okay. - Ha, I don't believe a fuckin' word. You need to deal. You need to know who you're dealing with. Get in there. (footsteps thudding) Okay, where were we? - Welcome back. One more time, from the top. You enter from here without being seen, and you take them by surprise. As I said, these guys don
't fuck about, but I'm pretty sure they
don't wanna take a bullet for a little heist like this. Be persuasive and I'm
sure they'll come around, plus you'll have Milan to help. After all, we're here to make love, not war, right, Rambo? - Yeah, and what if they shoot first? - Then it'd be the last thing they do. - Once you've made the
necessary introductions, you'll need to find the briefcase. I know, a simple, boring, brown briefcase, but it's a fucking precious one. - What's inside the briefcase
? - [Jacob] Once you've got the briefcase, all you've got to do is to sit back, relax, and wait. Piece of cake. - Wait for what? - Wait for who? You'll be waiting for one
of our friend Ivanovich's trusted accomplices, Petrovich. (scoffs) What is it with these eastern mafiosi? Petrovich, Ivanovich, son of a bitch. To think this neighborhood used to be full of car thieves and pickpockets, now it's all Russian
oligarchs and cocaine. Anyway, when you've got the briefcase, go to this address. It's an
isolated safe house, one of the parts of the neighborhood where not even the scam
of the Earth wanna live. Once you're there, you'll wait
for that bastard Petrovich, and in exchange for the briefcase, he'll give you a large bag of cash. Once I get my share, for all I care, you can fuck off to hell. And you don't wanna know what's inside the briefcase,
darlin', trust me. Understood? Abraham? (car whirring) See you later. - What? You want to leave us here on foot? - Yeah. - Come on, bro. - I ain'
t your bro. I ain't never been your bro. I don't have bros. You do what you gotta do,
and we both go our own ways. If I were you, I'd keep an
eye on this girly of yours. You don't wanna see
something bad happen to her. Have a nice walk. - Yeah, go to hell. - What? I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. - Yeah, right. (car door thumps) (car whirring) (melancholy music) I'm sorry, Nik, I shouldn't have dragged
you into all this, but you still have time to pull out. You'll find something else. - For
get about it. I won't let her ruin your life again. I won't let her ruin my life again. (melancholy music) Why don't we just leave? - Whatcha talking about? - Leave, today. Let's leave and not look back. - With what money? What money, tell me. We have nothing, nothing. What hope is there for people like us? What future would we have? Look where we come from. There's no choice for people like us. Not to mention the money I owe to that son of a bitch Abraham. If I don't pay him back, he won't stop
until I'm six feet under. (melancholy music) We have to go through with this. We have no choice. We have to go all the way down. But when we have the money, we can run away and not
look back, like you said. But Jesus, say something. (melancholy music) - I'm pregnant. - Oh, Nik. (melancholy music) (Mark crying) (melancholy music) (melancholy music continues) (car honking) (melancholy music continues) (cars whirring) - Well, you both know the plan. Don't fuck it up. You got anything to say, anyth
ing, you say it now 'cause there ain't no time for small talk once we're in that car, you understand that? Good, follow me. So I don't gotta teach you
how to use all this, do I? If I'm not careful, you might shoot yourself in the foot or blow your head off or whatever. - Hey, once I got you your
money, I'm dead to you, right? - Okay, bro. Once I got my money,
you can die, whatever. Business is business. - And one last thing, you threaten Nikita again, and I'll kill you. - (laughs) Now that's mor
e like it. Mark. I think you just grew a
big old pair of balls. You're gonna need that tonight. There's just one thing, (sighs) this is just a job, so you can cut that macho bullshit. - All right. (trunk thumps) (car whirring) (dog barking) (car whirring) (Abe snorting) - Okay. And no matter what happens, you let me do the talking, okay? 'Cause tonight nothing is turning to a bunch of hitting the fan because we are hardcore sons of bitches, even you, you remember that. Okay. Let's go. (gravel cr
unching) (footsteps thudding) (gravel crunching) (Mickey playing violin) (audience laughing) (Mickey playing violin) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) Everybody, stay calm. Keep calm. That means you, you, and you. (ominous music) (ominous music continues) Hey, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Give us what we want, huh? And nobody gets hurt. (ominous music continues) (guns rattling) (guns rattling) (Nikita crying) (men screaming) - Are you okay? - Yes, yes, don't worry. (ominous music) -
I killed him. - Don't think about that right now. Let's get out of here. (ominous music) (gun pops) (body thuds) - You can come out now, it's safe. (man groaning) (ominous music) (gun pops) - What the fuck, Abraham? Why did you shoot him? - That's more money for us. - What are you going to do now, genius? We don't know even where the key is. (ominous music) (Nikita whimpering) - Look at all the long faces. A bunch of old people. (car whirring) It's gonna be goddamn long night. (cars whirring) (
suspenseful music) (door clatters) (suspenseful music) (door bangs) (suspenseful music) (door creaking) (ominous music) (footsteps thudding) (bottle pops) - (sighs) Oh, shit. It's gonna be a long night. (footsteps thudding) (suspenseful music) (footsteps thudding) (suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thudding) (door creaking) (suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thudding) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (Nikita screams) - It's me. - I'm freaking out, Mark.
- [
Mark] What's wrong? - I'm freaking out. - [Mark] Calm down. (Nikita speaking faintly) (ominous music) You saved my life today. That's what we do. We cover each other's backs till the end of time. - Till the end of time. - You have to be strong just
for a couple of hours, okay? - I'm scared. I'm scared of Abraham. I'm scared of myself. I'm scared for the baby. - It'll be fine, okay? We'll leave all this behind
us, start from scratch. - What if it's not possible? Think about it. - What?
- What? Wh
at if we're stuck here? - What are you talking about? - What if there's no way out for us? - There has to be. We can't give up. - I saw her. - Who? - Tina. - There's nobody here. It's all in your mind. You have to get rid of the pain. You have to be stronger than the pain. - I'm trying Mark, I'm
really, I'm trying, but- - [Abe] Where are y'all at? - Man, I hate that fucking son of a bitch. - Let's go or he'll never shut up. - Yeah, you're right. (footsteps thudding) (footsteps thudding) (ominous
music) (footsteps thudding) - Yeah. Where the hell are you two been, huh? You been making love, getting buck naked? I didn't even get an invite? - Yeah, you know what? Go to hell. - Just joking. Can't you take a joke? Ah, people, you're so boring. All right, let's get this out in the open, shall we, Nik, huh? Let's have a little talk. It's your first time, huh? First time killing a man. Yeah, I thought so. It's true, what they say, you know, it's, you never forget the first time. Yeah, I'll nev
er forget the first time ever killed a man. Christ, how can I ever forget it? I killed my daddy. (laughs) First man ever killed
was, yeah, he's my daddy. Don't get me wrong though, I'd do it again in a heartbeat, yeah. I was 11, 11 years old. Jesus, think of that, just a boy. And he was a vile, low down, stenchy, white trash mother fucker. And sometimes I think that, you know, my sole purpose on this
planet was to put him down. He wouldn't stop beating on my mommy, so I shot him with his own gun
, pop. It was a shitty gun, so
he kept coming, you know? Bang, he kept coming, bang. It kinda went on like that, you know, pop, and finally he went down. He never got back up again. And I was like, "Thank God. Never have to look at you again." And he was ugly too. He looked like a politician crossed with some kind of fucking ape. But funny thing is, 40 years, almost 40 years go by, you know? And I'm still haunted. I still see him when I close my eyes. They never leave you, Nik,
but you can leave
them. But you gotta, you gotta
be strong, you know? You gotta, you gotta look the other way, close your eyes and pretend
it never happened, you know? 'Cause life's a bitch. I think you know that
though, I can see it. I can see it in the big old eyes of yours. But go on, go to the
other side of the world, just get out, move on. Go somewhere, go somewhere beautiful. Go to the, go to the Swiss Alps, go to Tibet, go to Vegas, but take my advice, though, you know, don't ever forget where you come fr
om. Mm-mm, don't ever forget that, okay? All right, lecture's over. Oh, oh, hey, hey, let her go. She'll be all right. Don't worry about it. (flask clinks) (footsteps thumping) (ominous breathing) (ominous breathing continues) (ominous breathing continues) (footsteps thudding) (ominous breathing continues) (ominous breathing continues) (ominous breathing continues) - Hey, where were you? - [Nikita] Sorry. - We need to head back. (ominous breathing continues) (rain puttering) - [Abe] So you decid
ed? - Decided what? - (scoffs) Decided what? How you're gonna spend
all your money, man. You're not a loser
anymore, Mark, you're rich. I can't believe you forgot that. Okay, okay, okay, I'm
gonna go first, all right? All right, first thing I'm gonna buy is a 1972 green Plymouth Fury, and black Trans Am like Burt Reynolds, or no, fuck it, a red one. And then I, and then I'm gonna
buy a hundred dollars cigar and I'm gonna smoke it and
drive the Trans Am to Las Vegas, and I'm gonna meet the
most b
eautiful showgirl. Fuck, fuck me, buy the most
beautiful showgirl in Las Vegas. (laughs) Yeah, fuck it now, maybe I'll just settle
down, raise a family. Not with a showgirl, with someone else, but I gotta, you know, 'cause I'm not young
anymore like you guys. I ain't a teenager. - In Las Vegas? - What's wrong with Vegas? That place is alive, man. It's got big ass churches. I mean, you only live once. - I just want to get away from here, leave, never come back. - Amen to that. - I've always wante
d to leave, ever since I was a little girl, but you can't just leave a place
like this when you want to. It traps you, never lets you escape, and nobody cares. Nobody caress about us. Whether we live or die, what difference does it make? We're just scum. - Okay, well, I could
spend hours talking to you, but five minutes is enough for me. Ah, I'm hungry. - Are you really heading to that kitchen? - I'm not going to cook anything. Never followed a recipe in my whole life. Just gonna go order a
pizz
a or some chink food. My treat. Oh yeah. One more thing, I think you know that I
don't have high expectations when it comes to people, so don't even think of
leaving with that briefcase. I think you know the consequences of that. Just telling you 'cause,
you know, we're all friends. Excellent. (footsteps thudding) (ominous music) (footsteps thumping) (Mark gasping) - [Mark] Ow! - See, it's nothing. - You could have died. - But we are still here. (ominous music) (Nikita gasps) What? - [Nikita] Th
ere's somebody there. (Nikita panting) - Nik. - Don't look at me like that. I know what I saw. - Okay, don't worry. I'll go ahead and have a look, okay? (ominous music) Oh my God. - [Nikita] What? Mark, what? - This is the dirtiest
place I've ever seen. - Mark. (metal clanking) Mark! (ominous music) - You never know, but I'm sure there's
nothing to worry about. And what can I find there, an alien? But don't let your guard down, okay? - Okay. - I want you to go back. - Forget it. - Nik, listen to
me, we can't risk screwing all this up. I want you to take the
gun and wait for Abraham next to the briefcase, all right? I'll be back before you
can say cheeseburger. - Cheeseburger. (ominous music) (door creaking) (ominous music continues) (footsteps thudding) (ominous music continues) (door slams) (floor creaking) (ominous music continues) (door slams) (ominous music continues) (Nikita sighing) (footsteps thudding) (flask clinking) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) - [Abe]
Uh, fuck this. (ominous music continues) - Listen, uh, Donna, I just, will you just let me... Well, I, can I just talk, please, just for a minute? Okay, uh, I got the, I'm getting this money tomorrow and it's gonna fix everything now. (Donna speaking faintly) No, I disagree with you. That's not what I meant. It's not what I meant at all. (Donna speaking faintly) Listen, he's my son, okay? He's my son forever. Do you- (Donna speaking faintly) Since when? (Abe speaking faintly) You won't want me t
o beg, don't you? I know you do. Oh, you, you know what? You don't, Donna? Fuck. Fuck you, fuck you. What a remarkable bitch. (flask clinking) (Abe sighs) (Nikita scoffs) - Christ. (footsteps thudding) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) (Mark sighs) - [Mark] Well, well, well. Where the hell am I? (ominous music) (ground crunching) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (drywall crumbling) Oh, fuck. Seems like another, oh, like another corridor, oh, man. (ominous music continu
es) (feet scraping) Fuck, why did they make it so big? (ominous music continues) Hey, hey! Don't give up on me now. Yeah, perfect. Oh, or nothing. (switch clicks) (ominous music) (footsteps thudding) Hello? Come on, where are you? And what the hell is that? A prop from "Shining"? Wait! (footsteps thudding) (footsteps stomping) There you are. Hey, hey! Okay, stop joking. Turn around slowly. (ominous music continues) Hey! Hands where I can see them. (ominous music continues) What the fuck? That's
not possible. (Willy growling) (gun firing) (footsteps thudding) (briefcase thumps) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (melancholy piano music) (melancholy piano music) (melancholy piano music) - You have to help me, Nik. - Christ, Tina, again? - Please, please listen to me. I, I need your help, and I, I need some money,
anything, anything. - No, no, enough. No more money. If you want help, you know what to do. - No, no, I can do it on my own. I, I, I w
ant to get better. I, I, I need money, I need something. - Look at yourself, Tina. You gotta quit that shit. - [Tina] Go to hell. - Listen to me, Tina, (melancholy piano music) I'm sorry. - Go to hell! Get the fuck out of here. (melancholy piano music) - I'm tired. (melancholy piano music) I'm sorry. - [Tina] Please, please, please. Please, please, Nik. Nik, I can't do it without you. I'm sorry. (melancholy piano music) (Tina crying) (melancholy music) (footsteps thudding) (melancholy music) (fo
otsteps thudding) (melancholy music) (hand knocking) - Tina? (hand knocking) Tina, it's me, open the door. Tina, open the door! Tina, open the fucking door! Christ! Tina. Tina. Tina. (whimpering) No! No! No! (Nikita gasping) (ominous music) (footsteps thudding) Mark! (ominous music) Mark! (alien growling) (floor creaking) (ominous music) (footsteps thudding) (Mark gasping) - Who are you? (Willy growling) What do you want form me? (Willy growling) What do you want from me? (Willy growling) (Mark
groans) (ominous music continues) (Willy growling) (ominous music continues) (Willy growling indistinctly) What? - Bring her to me. Over my dead body. (Willy growling) (Mark gasping) - Mark! (footsteps thudding) Mark! (door creaks) (Nikita screams) - Don't do that. - Abe, there's somebody here. - What? - There's somebody here. I saw him. - Oh, my God, I knew it.
- What? - That son of a bitch. - Who?
- Jacob. He's trying to fuck us over. I'm gonna, I swear to
God, I'm gonna kill him. Where's Mark
? (Mark groaning) (Mark groaning) (Mark screaming) (ominous music) (Mark screaming) What the hell is this? (ominous music continues) (footsteps thudding) God damn. - What? - I remember when I was a kid, they used to tell stories
about this psycho Russian. Well, he was just fucked in the head, but anyway, his name was, um, Sergei. Sergei something, Rostof. Sergei Bokof, Sergei Bokof, yeah. He built a nuclear bunker because he was convinced that
they were gonna drop the bomb sooner or later. (omin
ous music) Funny thing is that the old bastard is still waiting for it to happen. Shit, still here. (Abe scoffs) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) What the hell is this? - Mark? - [Abe] Shh! (footsteps thudding) - [Nikita] Abe? Look. (ominous music) - [Abe] Oh, I don't like the look of that. - Oh my God. (electricity buzzing) - Mark! Mark! Mark! Mark! Babe, no, babe! Abe? Abe, help me! (Mark speaking foreign language) - [Mark] Go away! - Help me. - We got to get out of here. - We have to
get him out, please. - [Mark] Abe, I'm begging you, take her out of here. - Help me. - [Mark] No! (Mark groaning) - [Nikita] Shh, shh, shh. Mark, please stop. - [Mark] No. (whimpering) You don't understand. Leave me here, leave me here. Go away! - [Abe] What happened down there, huh? Jesus Christ, who did this to you? I mean, what the hell
is going on around here? - You don't understand. You go out while you still have time. Please. (Mark groaning) - [Abe] Hey! - Take her out of here. He wants
her. (groaning) - [Abe] Hey. - We have to get him out. We have to get him out! - I'm a bad man. - No. (Mark groaning) - [Abe] Fucking shit! (Nikita whimpering) (Mark groaning) - [Nikita] God! (ominous music) You will be mine! (Nikita whimpering) You both will die. (Mark growling) (ominous music) (Mark growling) (Mark groaning) Forgive me. (gun fires) (Nikita screaming) (ominous music) (Nikita crying) (ominous music continues) - Please. - Hey Nik, come over here and look at this. (Nikita whimperi
ng) (Nikita groans) Come over here and look. (ominous music continues) (alien squishing) (Abe and Niki gasping) Jesus Christ, son of a bitch. - [Nikita] What the fuck is that? God. (gun fires) - Not so fast. - We have to get out, Abe! - What? - We have to get out. - Look, the way I see it, we
got two choices, all right? We can either forget about
the money and run away. - Or what? - Let me end this story
like every other story in this scumbag neighborhood, all right? For you, Mark, and for your
kid. - What? - You see, I got a kid too, all right? A son, he doesn't care about me. He doesn't wanna see me or hear for me. I, I don't blame him, but right now, you can
fix your future, okay? So let me fix this, all right? Let me do just one thing, right? I'm gonna go down there. If I see any more of these
things, fucking bad for them. And then if I don't come
back through that door, you're gonna stay here real calm, you're gonna wait for that son of a bitch. You're gonna grab that
money and yo
u're gonna go. You're gonna never look back. - [Nikita] No. - What do you mean, "No?" - I'm coming with you. - Well, that's out of the question. (footsteps thudding) (gun clicks) - Will that be enough? - Yeah, I always like to be prepared. - [Nikita] Abe? - What? - Thanks. - It's all the same to me. Half the money's still mine. - Never turning back, right? - Never. (footsteps thudding) (footsteps thudding) (ominous music) - [Nikita] What are we looking for? - [Abe] I ain't got the slightest idea
. Whatever it is is gonna be bad. Story of my life. - What's the plan? What's the plan? - What's the plan? We shoot the mother fuckers. (ominous music) (footsteps thudding) (footsteps thudding) (ominous music) Oh Christ. - Your plan is perfect. (ominous music) Who the hell is that? - He's the man I saw. - [Abe] He's a dead man. - Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, Abe. - [Willy] Now is your time. (Nikita whimpering) You are mine. - Jesus Christ. - [Abe] Stay cool. Stay cool. (Willy growling) - [Wi
lly] You will die. (ominous music) (Willy growling indistinctly) (gun fires) (ominous music) - After you. (ominous music) - [Nikita] I know him. - [Abe] Huh? - He's the homeless guy. - Oh, wait, wait, he's that hobo that hangs around the mission. That's really the whack job. - What have they done to him? - Eh, it's too late to ask him. - And who are they? Oh my God, what's happening? Look! (ominous music) - Jesus. (Nikita gasps) Whoa, whoa, whoa, you
dirty hobo son of a bitch! (Abe screaming) (o
minous music) God damn, fuck! (gun firing) (Willy growling) (gun fires) That should do it. (alien slithering) (alien squishing) Shit. - The people in the neighborhood
didn't just disappear. They ended up down here. Something drew them here, as it did us. - Right, but what? - These creatures seem weak. They're like babies. - And we just find the mommy. (alien growling) We need a bigger goddamn weapon. - [Nikita] Oh, shit. Abe, what's going on? - Well, I'd say it's a blackout, but I know you would
n't believe me. - [Nikita] Right. Abe? Abe! Shit. Abe! Abe! Abe! Abe! Abe, where are you, Abe? Abe? Mark? - Who did you think it was? - That's not possible. (Nikita crying) - [Mark] Hey, what's wrong? Is everything okay, sweetie? - Never leave me again. - [Mark] Until the end of time. - Mark, Mark! - You are mine! (Nikita screaming) (ominous music) (Nikita screaming) (ominous music) - Nik! Nik! Jesus Christ. Where the hell are you? Nik! (ominous music) - [Ernie] Daddy, I was waiting for you. - E
rnie. Ernie, what are you, what are you doing here? - [Ernie] I was waiting for you. - Where is your mother? - [Ernie] I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you. - Son of a bitch, son of a bitch. You goddamn mother fucker! (Nikita screaming) You trying to give me
a goddamn heart attack? Get that out of my face. - We have to get out. We have to get out! (suspenseful music) (suspen
seful music continues) (alien growling) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thudding) Something is wrong. Something is really wrong. - We should already be out. How is that possible? - I got no idea. I have no idea, 'cause none
of this makes any sense. - Something's got into our heads, Abe. - What the hell are you talking about? - This thing that hides here
doesn't want to
let us go. It needs us. If it didn't, we'd already be dead. - Great, must be a secondary exit. Every bunker has one. (door clattering) What do we got to lose? (Nikita panting) (footsteps thudding) (alien growling) (alien growling) (Abe yells) (gun firing) (alien growling) (suspenseful music) (alien growling) (footsteps thudding) (suspenseful music) (alien growling) (suspenseful music) (footsteps thudding) (Nikita panting) - [Nikita] What should we do? - I don't know, I don't know. Fuck! (Abe co
ughing) - [Nikita] Abe! - No, I'm all right. - [Nikita] Okay. (Nikita panting) (Abe coughing) - You know, I never imagined
it would end up like this. - What? - Freedom. - Tell me about it. - I'm sorry. - For what? - For everything, for Mark. (Nikita crying) Life, life's, life's a bitch. - [Nikita] Right. (Nikita panting) - Eh, you gotta look
at the bright side, hm? I'll never see the light of day again. No more shitty days. - You still have a lot of
work to do on your pep talks. You know that, r
ight? (Abe chuckles) (Abe coughs) (alien growling) (footsteps thudding) (Abe coughing) - Bingo. Oh, okay, okay, okay. Nik, you need to make me a promise. - A promise? - When you get out of here,
you gotta find my son. His name's Ernie, okay? And then when you find
him, you gotta apologize. Tell him his dad is sorry
for everything, okay? - Why can't you do it yourself? - I ain't gonna get out of here. Look at me! (alien growling) Jesus, look at me, will you? - What are you talking about? - Look,
you're gonna go out, you're gonna find my son, Ernie, and you're gonna keep your promise to me, you're gonna tell him that, that, that dad's
very sorry for everything. Okay, I need you to keep
that promise for me, okay? - Okay, I promise. - No. (ominous music) (footsteps thudding) (alien growling) (footsteps thudding) Is it just me or is it hot in here? (alien growling) (alien screaming) (Nikita whimpering) (alien growling) (Nikita whimpering) (Abe laughing) (Nikita crying) (alien growling) (Abe
laughing) (suspenseful music) (fire crackling) (suspenseful music continues) (fire crackling) (suspenseful music continues) (door pounding) - [Petrovich] Come on, anybody home? (door pounding) (footsteps shuffling) This place is a shit hole. Where is Abraham? - He's gone. - Gone? - Yeah. - Is he, by chance, the
one lying on the sofa? There's a real party atmosphere here. Okay, enough with the pleasantries. As long as that's here,
everything is fine with me. (briefcase clattering) (locks snap) A
deal is a deal. You can count it if you like. Okay. Enough, party girl. - Hey. - Yes? - What's inside? - Inside what? - [Nikita] The briefcase. - You're telling me you didn't open it? - No. - Stuff that's out of this world. (ominous music) (letters squishing) (ominous music continues) (gentle music) (gentle music continues) (gentle music continues) (ominous music) (Nikita screaming) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (ominous music cont
inues) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (ominous music ends)
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