Alien: Covenant Page #2

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enough wood to build a cabin.

Axes and saws and metal nails...

I don't have a clue

what to do with them.

All this...

to start our new life.

Now I wonder, why bother?

Because you promised to build

a log cabin on a lake.

This was his favorite.

A man of taste.

Straight up.

No ice, no water, no chaser.

No sh*t.

Walter?

When in Rome...

To all the good

people gone to soon.

May we remember that.

Remember that.

Chris.

They disobeyed a direct order.

She buried her husband.

No, Karine, it's not that.

They don't trust me.

And they don't trust me for the same

reason the company didn't trust me...

to lead this mission.

Because you can't be

a person of faith.

And be counted on to make

qualified rational decisions.

You're an extremist.

You know, you're a lunatic.

When we get to where

we're going...

This people won't be your crew anymore.

They will be your neighbors.

Remember that.

Tread softly, okay?

Faris, can you hear me?

Copy..

Let's do it.

Damn, y'all should

see this view.

We can't see anything until you

get the camera ring fixed.

Why don't you look out

the damn window, hon?

Ankor, come on, let's get

this power back up...

so these people can enjoy

the beautiful view.

Almost there.

Alright, Ankor, let me know when

you're in a position...

We can get this party started.

I'm in position.

Contact.

All good, Tee?

Alright, we are clear.

Reel her in.

Alright.

Winch engaging, Tee.

Reeling her in.

Working like a dream.

There we go.

And we are back up.

Well done Tee.

We're alive down here,

come on.

Don't leave without me now.

Permission to leave

without him, sir?

Welcome back, Danny.

Thanks.

Alright, that's me done, Tee.

Alright, I'm following you in.

Please have a cold beer ready

for the weary traveler.

You got it, darling.

I will draw circle..

Faris, Faris? Put it...

What the.. Did you

guys just see that?

What did he just say?

Tennessee, do you read me?

Tennessee, can you read me?

Tennessee. You alright?

What in the f*** was that?

I don't know.

Coming in. I'm coming in.

A rogue transmission loss, probably.

Your helmet must have picked it up

because you were so far out.

Past our communication buffers.

Is there audio, Mother?

Collating. A moment.

I reoriented the transmission,

Captain Oram.

Gotta be an echo,

instruments took a lot of damage.

Been happening every 46 seconds...

ever since we got here.

That's f***ing John Denver.

That's "Take Me Home,

Country Roads".

You gotta be kiddin.

No, I never kid

about John Denver.

There is geometric data too.

Mother, please track the signal

to its source.

Working.

Source of transmission located.

Signal originates

in the sector 87.

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