Jupiter Ascending

Get up!

Jupiter, make the coffee. Come on.

I hate my life.

Jupiter, hurry up!

That one goes next to that one.

Jupiter! Get the garbage after this.

- You finish the bathroom?

- No.

Jupiter!

I hate my life.

Damn it.

Told you.

Lycantant.

Another Hunter.

And ex-legion. He was a skyjacker.

- How do you know that?

- The boots.

There was a Hunter in the legion.

A legend.

Could track a single gene in the gyre.

No matter who or what he is...

he's after our bounty.

That's him. It's got to be.

We should warn Lord Balem.

That is what we should do, but...

Do you trust me?

This matter must be handled

with delicacy, malidictes.

I understand, lady Kalique.

Neither Balem nor Titus

must suspect my involvement.

Of course, Your Majesty.

You believe The Hunters can be trusted?

Trust is an illusion, my lady.

I believe only in mutual self-interest.

They want another life. We can offer it.

Make the deal.

Welcome back, Lord Balem.

It has been too long.

I have not crossed the vastness

of space for your pleasantries, Mr. Night.

Of course, My Lord.

We have verified the geneprint.

Most unfortunate news.

I believe Titus is aware

of the recurrence.

My spies whisper

but cannot substantiate.

So you have her print,

but you don't have her?

Mr. Tskalikan.

The keepers traced the print

to a medical clinic.

They're eliminating every lead.

We have a name. Dunlevy.

Katherine Dunlevy.

Well, I want miss Dunlevy found...

and I want her dead.

Black. Classic? A la mode, a la m... No.

Katherine, I'm done.

Jupiter! Help, please?

- Wow, what's the occasion?

- Austin Davis is taking me to dinner.

- I think he's gonna ask me to marry him!

- Do you wanna marry him?

Jupiter, he's the number eight richest

bachelor under thirty in America.

He speaks fluent Chinese and German,

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