Sci-Fi Channel: The Lowdown - The Chronicles of Riddick

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They are an army

unlike any other...

crusading across the stars

toward a place called UnderVerse...

their promised land.

A constellation of dark new worlds.

Necromongers they're called.

And if they cannot convert you,

they will kill you.

Leading them, the Lord Marshal.

He alone has made a pilgrimage

to the gates of the UnderVerse...

and returned a different being.

Stronger. Stranger.

Half alive and half...

something else.

If we are to survive,

a new balance must be found.

In normal times,

evil would be fought by good.

But in times like these...

well, it should be fought

by another kind of evil.

Lining him up for you.

Portside shot coming up.

Steady. Here we go.

Steady.

Take it! Take a shot!

Sh*t.

- Toombs, we're running out of rope!

- Shut up! I got it! Again!

Now!

Toombs!

Riddick.

I don't know, Toombs.

Looks kind of tight.

Not where I'm sitting.

This is the biggest payday ever.

So throw on a fresh pair of panties.

Let's get this right.

Three meters clearance portside.

One and a half meters starboard.

We got a chokepoint coming up.

What the sh*t was that?

Tags, you got eyes on Riddick?

Tags?

Jesus.

He just ghosted two guys,

and I never even saw him.

What do you think?

Maybe we ought to just...

I think you're my new gunner.

Grab a Gat.

Stay on top of him this time.

You made three mistakes.

First, you took the job.

Second, you came light.

A four-man crew for me?

F***ing insulting.

But the worst mistake you made...

That's right. Empty gun rack.

- What's the bounty on my head?

- 1 mil.

What slam pays 1.5 for a convict?

Private party.

Guy! Easy! Anonymous.

That's what the sheet said.

What planet?

Helion Prime.

Whoa. Where you going?

Last question.

And you better get this one

right, merc.

Whose ship is this?

- Mine?

- Wrong answer.

Knew they'd come for me.

Took them five years, but I knew.

You don't expect these mercs

to have any honour, any code.

But this new bounty

from a holy man...

a guy whose neck I saved.

Well, lesson learned.

No such word as "friend".

Can only end bad

when you let someone get too close.

Bad for them.

So now it's back to civilisation.

All the brightness,

and everything I hate.

Just wanted to be left alone.

Helion Prime is on

alert condition four.

All unrecognised craft

will be escorted to the ground...

for security inspections.

Unrecognised craft, follow me...

to Spaceport 6

for security inspections.

Do you hear me?

Follow me to Spaceport 6 now!

Follow this.

Did you know

all your doors were locked?

Five years ago,

I took two people off that planet.

A kid, Jack, who everyone else

thought was a boy...

and a holy man

searching for New Mecca.

I told one man where I might go.

I showed trust to one man.

Did I make a mistake, lmam?

There is no simple answer...

Whatever was said

was meant to give us a chance.

A fighting chance.

Were it not

for the threat of invasion...

I never would have betrayed you.

I give you my word, Riddick.

Riddick!

And a daughter...

- No.

- Whose name would be...

If you have issue with me,

you let it be with me.

You need not know their names.

Ziza. My name is Ziza.

Ziza.

Cute kid.

Did you really kill monsters?

The ones that were gonna hurt

my father?

Such are our bedtime stories.

Go, Ziza. Go on.

So now who do I have to kill

to get this payday off my head?

It is said the comet

always precedes them.

These world-enders.

The Coalsack planets are gone.

Eight million settlers missing.

The entire Aquilan System

is gone, too.

My God, how do I save my family?

Have you heard anything I've said?

You said it's all circling

the drain. The whole universe.

- Right?

- That's right.

Had to end sometime.

The one you want is now here.

And whose throat is this?

If you cut my throat...

I'll not be able to rescind

the offer that brought you here.

Nor tell you

why it's so vital that you did come.

The blade comes off

when the bounty comes off.

This is Aereon.

An envoy from the Elemental race.

She means you no harm.

There are very few of us...

who have met a Necromonger

and lived to speak of it.

So when I choose to speak of it,

you should choose to listen.

Necromonger.

It is the name that will convert

or kill...

every last human life.

Unless Furyan warriors are found.

They were the one race

that would not bow.

The only race

the Necromongers still fear.

Maybe you should pretend

like you're talking to...

someone educated

in the penal system.

In fact, don't pretend.

There is a story, Riddick,

of young male Furyans...

strangled at birth.

Strangled with their own cords.

When Aereon told this story

to the Helion leaders...

I told her of you.

What do you know

of your early years?

Do you remember your homeworld?

Where it was?

- Have you met any others?

- Others like yourself.

Sister, they don't know

what to do with just one of me.

Spoken like a true Furyan.

I don't care where I'm from,

I want the bounty off my head.

- Open up in there! Open up!

- Stand back!

They are searching houses.

They look for a man

who came here today.

- They think he might be a spy.

- A spy.

Did someone see him come here today?

Did they?

Lajjun, stop!

I will send them away.

But wait one minute, please.

Will you wait one minute

to save worlds?

Not my fight.

So you will leave us to our fate?

- Just like you did her.

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