your ass and died?
Your Mother.
No, my mother's too fat.
But my sister could, she's
as thin as a fucking weasel!
- So, who got them?
- What?
- Your tickets.
- Why do you want to know?
Suicide mission.
We're supposed to die together,
that's an intimate thing.
You make it sound like
we're going to fuck.
You can fuck a lot of people,
you only die once.
It's fucked up.
- What about you?
- What about me?
Your tickets.
Stand behind the line.
Just, just looking.
Look all you want.
Get in my way while I'm flying this...
we're gonna have some problems.
Shit!
- So... where we at?
- Close. Crossing the Median.
Start our descent
into Imperial Sector.
Imperial's bad.
It's bad all over this world,
no matter where you go.
After we drop, you're what?
Off to Mars? Luna?
I already used too much
fuel to make orbit...
much less break it.
So you're fucked like
the rest of us.
Man does everything for a reason,
even if he doesn't know it...
or else, what is he? Just like
one of those things out there.
Just another demon.
- Who got yours?
- I have two children.
- You look a little young.
- I started young.
- What are their names?
- Jack's seven, Constance is five.
Getting on the ship, you'd think
they were going on a ride...
they were so excited.
End of the world.
There's this girl,
I don't know her name.
She works at The Pearl,
across from the barracks.
She's got this walk, pure
beauty, eyes you could drown in.
You gave your ticket to a woman
and you didn't even fuck her?
I said I didn't know her name.
So, you fucked her then.
Another contact at 3-4-3.
This one's closing.
Give them a heads up.
Strap in. I'm about to put
this baby through some paces.
Attention! Transport HMS Tango-6...
you are encroaching
on a military vessel.
Come around till you're heading
0- 3-8, let's take this 0-3-8.
0- three-eight, copy? No response.
Plumbers flying planes.
Changing course to 2-8-5.
Two-eight-five, aye!
Diving to 50,000 feet...
Fifty-angels, aye!
What the fuck's going on?
That ought to do it.
They've changed direction.
They're on an intercept course.
Take your station.
- That's a civilian ship.
- Take your station, soldier.
Somebody tell me, what's going on?
HMS Tango-6, you must break off. 
Hold on!
They're coming straight
at us, Captain. 
HMS Tango-6, break off or
you will be fired upon. 
Repeat, you will be fired upon.
You must break off now!
Fire!
They're going to ram us...
Fire!
Captain, I've lost them. 
Get to the escape pod!
Come on, let's get in the pod. Go!
Let's go, let's go.
Get in the pod.
Go, quick!
Let's go, let's go.
The bomb!
Where's the bomb?
Come on, come on!
Give me that damn thing. Come on!
Let's get out of here!
- Pull the fucking chute!
- It's not releasing.
What are you doing?
Manual release on the outside.
You'll be killed.
Here we go...
Come on!
Pull the fucking chute!
Do it! Pull it.
What's going on?
We're still falling.
- We're too heavy.
- We lost the chute.
Goddam it!
Is there a back-up?
Hit the back-up!
- No!
- Fuck, no! Yes, motherfucker.
Pop it now, we'll shred
it like the first!
Open low, it'll slow us down
before we hit.
- Before the silk rips apart.
- He's right.
- What did he say?
- I've got not idea.
- Juba's right.
- Hit the goddam backup.
We've only got one chute left.
We rip that one, we're dead.
When we're lower, we'll pop it.
- Hit the god dam chute.
- 1500.
You better be right
about this, Juba.
You sure you know what
you're talking about?
You better be right about this,
you son of a bitch.
244... 152...
- Ready?
- Any time!
Any time now.
Open! Open now!
- Now!
- Pull the goddam chute!
There you go...
Come on, give me that.
The Captain's fucked.
We'll cut you loose.
It hit the artery.
If you pull it out, I'm gone.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Sergeant Hunter.
May I ask the borrow
of a grenade, please?