Heavy Metal 2000 Page #3

Shut the f*** up!"

So if I take away his potion,

he'll stay dead, right?

If you can get close enough.

That's him, isn't it?

Son of a b*tch, he's getting away!

What more could the universe want

in a tyrant?

Perfect body, perfect mind.

- Irresistible charm.

- Perfect psycho!

Psycho? Time to come out and play.

Don't even think about it!

The hyperspace jump.

There's always something.

I'll make it up to you later, sweetheart.

Let me out of here, you bastard!

Cortez to Jump Control.

Set lock-in for Uroboris.

No pre-set lock-in. Set co-ordinates.

Quadrant 9, sector 4013,

in the Terackian system.

Scanning location.

Warning. No return jump port.

please confirm lock-in.

Confirmed.

It'll take us forever to get back!

That won't be a problem,

once we get there.

We'll never make it!

This thing's a death trap!

- It's gotten us this far.

- This far is nowhere.

Spacehawk in hyperspace equals death!

Stow the bag.

- Are you nuts?

- I'm not going to lose him now.

You can't just piggyback their jump!

A tractor beam! Are you insane?

We're going to rip to-

- What the hell is that?

- We've got company.

Excuse me, "company"?

What do you mean "company"?

See that blip? It's like

somebody hitched onto our jump.

That could change our trajectory.

I want them dead! Now! Take 'em down!

But I've never heard of anyone

firing on a ship in hyperspace.

Do you have a better idea? Do it! Now!

Man, that's suicide.

- We lost them all. They're toast.

- Send the bomber.

One more word, and I'll send you.

We're hit! I knew it!

This is all your fault!

Do something!

The tunnel's breaking up!

We're not going to make it!

Yes! Do it!

I sense the key is here.

For the moment, it is best

if Zeek and I assess the threat alone.

My ampoules.

I'm afraid it's down to you.

No. Please.

Lambert, damage report.

I want a damage report!

Don't worry, I'm fine.

Yeah? Like I give a sh*t!

What's the status

on the double D-40s and munitions?

We found a wheel.

Personnel?

Seventy-eight percent dead or missing.

Life-scan?

There's a town, looks like

it's about 10 or 12 miles north of here.

Flight status?

You've got to be kidding.

Gather the weapons,

what's left of my men...

...shoot the injured. We're moving on.

Was it good for you?

I'll start you off like this.

The next step, in three or four days,

depending on your production...

...will be the body tank.

You're sick!

I'm a sick genius.

I can't breathe.

Get off my face!

What are you?

I'm Zeek, what are you?

You're so soft.

I'm harder than you think, stone man.

Please, you must not touch

my master Odin's property.

He's left me with the responsibility

to guard it.

Relax, your thing is safe with me.

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