Beyond Skyline Page #3

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Otherwise we'd all be dead.

Only one way out.

Come on.

Hey! Don't look!

Trent! Trent! God damn it!

God damn it. God damn.

(ALIEN SHRIEKING)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

- Fine. Yeah.

[GARCIA] Get me outta here!

All right! All right!

You gotta be kiddin' me.

All right, come on.

Sh*t.

Are you all right?

I'm okay. I could breathe in

there and everything.

Maybe it wanted you alive.

Move! Move!

It ripped her f***in' brain out!

We gotta go!

There's a car. We're goin' up,

okay?

Sarge, climb on the wheel.

Sarge, come on!

Go! Go!

Dad!

Move! Go! Move!

That's it. You got it!

Come on, you two!

Come on.

- Dad! Dad!

- Mark!

- Mark! Catch!

- Dad, just grab my hand!

Motherf***er! Agh!

Go! Move! Move!

Mark!

Go!

Holy sh*t. You killed it.

Yeah, everything f***in' burns.

Amen to that.

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

Oh, sh*t. What the...

Move.

- Oh my God.

- What the f*** is that?

You don't wanna know.

Move!

- Run!

- Move!

Come on. Come on!

Hey, follow me! Come on, this

way. Come on! Hurry up!

Look, find an opening! Look!

There's one.

Come on, come on, through here.

From the pipe we can go in

and we can go back and...

No! We're not goin' back

in the tunnels.

Guys! He's losing a lot

of blood.

- We're goin' back in.

- I'm okay.

Move! Move, move, move, move.

- Move!

- I can't!

No, come on! Come on!

- End of the line, Old Glory.

- What?

I'll buy you some time.

Get your kid outta here. Go!

- Come on!

- Garcia.

- You can do it! Come on.

- Go!

That's it.

Hola, puta.

Oh, sh*t!

L.A.P.D. inbound

Boat Basin H.

L.A.P.D. inbound

Boat Basin H. Over.

L.A.P.D. inbound

Boat Basin H. Over.

This is a dead end.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Copy L.A.P.D.

Hold your position. Over.

Hey! What's that?

Move. Move!

We gotta run.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on. Hey!

Come on, come on, come on,

come on.

Come on.

[MARK] Trent.

- Trent!

- Trent!

No!

Oh! No!

Come and get me, motherf***er!

You b*tches ain't leavin' me.

Trent. Trent.

Hey... Trent.

- Huh?

- Hey.

Agh!

- Trent!

- Mark!

No!

Mark.

Get down! Ah!

Trent!

Mark! Mark! No!

Trent! I got you.

No!

Son-of-a-b*tch.

Oh, f***.

Oh, god, I need a drink.

(RETCHES)

Oh, f***.

Hey! Wait!

(DISTANT MOANING)

Hey, Audrey. Come...

Hey. Hey.

Hey, wake up. Audrey.

Oh my God. Where are we?

I have no idea. Do you have

a light?

Please tell me you have a light.

Yeah. There was a flare

in my back pocket.

- F***.

- I can't...

F***.

I can't move my arms.

Right.

Other back pocket, slick.

- Sorry.

- Don't look at me like that.

Sorry.

What is... what is this place?

Hey. Hey. Wait!

Stop! Stop!

My son. I have to find my son.

He's in here somewhere.

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