Cell Phone Ringing]
Oh, its my sister. Hello? Hi! Im engaged!
Youre engaged! Thats wonderful. Congratulations!
Oh, my God, youre getting married in two weeks. Thats a little soon.
Wow, Mom and Dad really dont know Bob very well. Dad was okay with this?
Well, Bob asked Dad. Wow, that was very thoughtful of him.
I cant believe he knew to ask Dads permission.
Yeah. [Chuckling]
Im just here with Greg
Survive, I guess.
- I can teach you a couple of tricks.
- Why?
Because otherwise...
youre headed for trouble.
- Thanks a lot, but Im doing fine.
- Yeah, I can see that.
Im not the smartest
but Im street-wise...
and I know that nobody gives
you anything for free...
especially someone like you.
- What dyou want?
- I already told you.
Try telling me the truth.
I work with another guy,
a partner, Tur
survived
by his wife and three children.
What do you say, Mitch? Its up to you.
Are you going to be with us?
Yes, we do. We have all three Folksmen.
Of course, Alan, of course.
He was the first to--
We cant imagine doing this without you.
Its as simple as that.
We cannot conceive of doing this--
It seemed that the only fitting tribute
to this fantastic human being--
And I have to tell you,
my dad
Cell "B" in Heavenly Haven, on the corner of Abbott and Costello.
Request backup.
Holy crud ! Hes a sitting duck out there.
He knows what hes doing.
l am... the Law !
Drop... your weapons !
These blocks... are under... arrest !
This is your final warning !
Thats Judge Dredd, man !
Hey ! You wanna be afraid of somebody ? Be afraid of me !
l got it ! Why dont l run down there and surrender ?
Sort o
cells.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
They stumble into nav-bay. ALARMS CONTINUE. Fry grabs warm-up
suits out of storage, pitches one to Owens, checks her screens.
FRY
1550 millibars, dropping 20 MB per minute,
shit, were hemorrhaging air. Somethin
took a swipe at us.
OWENS
Just tell me were still in the shipping
lane. Just show me all those stars, all
those bright, beautiful, deep-space....
Owens act
Cells are full of wretched men in chains and iron
gags. Many are against the bars, watching.
ICHABOD
Our first night watch is adequate
against fire and some violence,
but if we were more often able to
ensure justice, after the fact,
then criminals would truly have
something to fear from law
enforcement.
HIGH CONSTABLE
Have they nothing to fear presently?
ICHABOD
Without disrespect, look around yo
cells. Invaders.
Territory is overrun. The view is like an aerial recon
photo of an alien land -- at war.
SUPER: CATEGORY - FILOVIRUS
STRAIN - EBOLA ZAIRE (Z)
FATALITY - 88% KILL RATIO
SURVIVORS - 12% IMMUNE ANTIBODY
CURE NONE - NONE
MATCH DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. AERIAL POV - LANDSCAPE - AFRICAN TERRAIN - DAWN
Rivers, gleaming in the sun, thread like spaghetti through
a geography of jungle terrain, per
giving them another
chance to survive, but this time as
they were meant to, without mans
interference.
The source of the voice is JOHN HAMMOND, the founder of InGen
and creator of Jurassic Park. But hes not in the room. His
image is on a closed circuit TV screen, which has been wheeled
up to the end of the table.
And he doesnt look good. Hes terribly infirmed, propped up
in bed, his face pale an
didnt have the courage.
Somebody else did it for me.
- Somebody else?
- A lawyer from Paris.
He picked up your brother because...
you were crying.
He saw my distress
and offered me money.
He said it was a good family.
Oh, God!
What have I done?
You survived.
Made a home for me.
You did what you had to do.
I dont blame you.
You shouldve told me.
I know.
Can you remember his name, the lawyer?
Why?
cell with his Agent, Cathy.
BEN
(into cell)
God dammit Cathy I have no time for this crap!
Im supposed to be at the premiere of STAB 2 right
Now, arm and arm with my girlfriend cause shes got
a bit part in that over advertised piece of shit and
Im just going to humor her. You mena to tell me that
in all your squandering the best you can do for me is
A bit role in STAB 3: RETURN TO WOODSBORO?! Com