Prometheus

PROMETHEUS:

Get Charlie.

Doctor Holloway!

Charlie!

What?!

- Come quick!

Did you date it?

- 35.000 years, maybe older.

You got to be kidding me.

It's the same configuration.

Only it's got to predate the

others, by a millennium.

I think they want us

to come and find them.

What happened to that man?

- He died.

Why aren't you helping him?

They don't want my help.

Their God is different than ours.

Why did he die?

Sooner or later everyone does.

- Like mommy?

Like mommy.

Where do they go?

Everyone has their own word.

Heaven, Paradise...

Whatever it's called,

it's someplace beautiful.

How do you know it's beautiful?

Cos that's what I choose to

believe. What do you believe darling?

Good morning, David.

Transmitting message.

No response.

Whilst this manner of articulation

is attested indeed in the

Indo-European descendants as

a purely paralinguistic form,

it is phonemic in the ancestral form

dating back five millennium or more.

Now let's attempt Schleicher's Fable.

Repeat after me:

Perfect.

Mr. Lawrence? - Yes?

- Flimsey, sir. - Thank you.

You'll do that once too often.

It's only flesh and blood.

Michael George Hartley,

you're a philosopher.

And you're balmy!

Ow! It damn well hurts.

- Certainly, it hurts!

Well, what's the trick then?

The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts.

The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts.

Attention! Destination threshold.

Attention! Destination threshold.

Robe.

How long?

Any casualties?

- Casualties, ma'am?

Has anyone died?

- No ma'am, everyone's fine.

Well, then wake them up.

Try to relax Dr. Shaw.

My name is David.

Your mind and body are

in the state of shock,

as a result of stasis.

All that is perfectly normal.

Ellie, we're here baby.

Drink plenty of water,

drink plenty of fluids.

Hydration aids muscle mass.

What the hell is that?

It's Christmas, need a holiday

to show time is still moving.

Mission briefing is about to start captain.

You might want to make your way down.

I haven't had breakfast yet.

Is this seat taken? I'm Millburn,

biology, nice to meet you.

No offence, but, I've

been asleep two years.

I ain't here to be your friend.

I'm here to make money, you got that?

OK.

I bet a hundred credits

it's a terraforming survey.

If it's a survey, they would just tell us.

- This is a corporate run,

they're not telling us sh*t, come on.

- A hundred, alright, you're on.

You look nervous, Ellie.

- Trying to keep my feet on the ground.

I know you are.

- Good morning.

For those of you I hired personally,

it's nice to see you again.

For the rest of you, I am Meredith Vickers

and it's my job to make sure you do yours.

OK then, on with the show.

Weyland Corporation,

building better worlds.

Hello friends.

My name is Peter Weyland.

I am your employer.

I am recording this 22, June, 2091.

If you're watching it, you

have reached your destination.

And I am long dead.

May I rest in peace.

There's a man sitting with

you today, his name is David.

He is the closest thing

to a son I will ever have.

Unfortunately he is not human, he will

never grow old, and he will never die.

Yet he is unable to appreciate

these remarkable gifts,

for that would require the one

thing that David will never have.

A soul.

I have spent my entire lifetime

contemplating these questions.

Where do we come from?

What is our purpose?

What happens when you die?

And I have finally found two

people who have convinced me

they are on the verge of answering them.

Doctors Holloway and Shaw,

if you would please stand.

As far as you're concerned

they are both in charge.

The Titan, Prometheus, wanted to give

mankind equal footing with the gods,

for that he was cast from Olympus.

Well, my friends, the time has

finally come for his return.

Doctors, please.

Floor is yours.

Ok...

Never had to follow a ghost before.

OK, let me show why you guys are here.

These are images of archaeological

digs, from all over the Earth.

That's Egyptian, Mayan,

Sumerian, Babylonian,

that's Hawaiian there at

the end, and Mesopotamian.

This one here is our

most recent discovery.

It's a 35.000 year old cave painting

from the Isle of Skye in Scotland.

These are ancient civilizations,

that were separated by centuries,

they shared no contact

with one another, and yet...

The same pictogram showing

men worshiping giant beings

pointing to the stars was

discovered at every last one of them.

The only galactic system that matched,

was so far from earth that

there's no way that these primitive

ancient civilizations could

have possibly known about.

But it just so happens,

that that system,

has a sun.

A lot like ours.

And based on our long range

scans, there seems to be a planet.

Just one planet with a moon

capable of sustaining life.

And we arrived there this morning.

So, you say we're here because of a map,

you two kids found in a cave, is that right?

No.

- Yes.

No, not a map, an invitation.

- From whom?

We called them engineers.

- Engineers?

Do you mind telling us

what they engineered?

They engineered us.

Bullshit.

Do you have anything to back that up?

I mean, look if you're willing to

discount 3 centuries of Darwinism that's...

But how do you know?

- I don't.

But it's what I choose to believe.

Doctors?

Miss Vickers would like to have a

quick word, before the adventure begins.

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