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 shit, 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.

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