Enemy Mine Script - Dialogue Transcript

Enemy Mine Script

 By late in the 21st century the nations of the Earth were finally at peace,...
 working together to explore and colonise the distant reaches of space.
 Unfortunately, we weren't alone out there.
 A race of nonhuman aliens called the Dracs were claiming squatters' rights...
 to some of the richest star systems in the galaxy.
 Well, they weren't gonna get it without a fight.
 Space was the new battleground.
 For many of us, Earth became a precious memory light years away.
 Our only home was a fortress in space.
 As in any war, there were long periods with nothing to do but wait.
 And then...
 All personnel to battle stations. Prepare to launch. This is not an exercise.
 All personnel to battle stations. Prepare to launch. This is not an exercise.
 Flight Leader, this is Echo Two. Four bandits at three o'clock.
 Roger, Echo Two. I copy. Right    and go for it.
 Echo Six to Flight Leader. They're pulling the yellow line.
 Roger, Echo Six. Cleared hot one-on-one with two backup.
 Let's snuff'em and get home early. I got a hot date with Murcheson.
 - The nurse? - This time she's gonna give in, I guarantee it.
 Isn't that the same Murcheson we called the White Balloon?
 Come on, she's lost    pounds.
 - Gotcha! - Attaboy!
 - Yeah! - Six more bandits on three.
 - Leader, copy? - Roger. They thought we didn't see 'em.
 - Well, I didn't! Did anybody see 'em? - I see 'em now.
 - Well? - Bandit on zero!
 Hold on to your lunch, Joey!
 - Echo Six, bandits closing!
 - Where is he, Will? - He's right on your damn...
 - Oh, Jesus. - Bastard.
 - How many Ks we got left? - Another    but we'll have a heat problem.
 - What the hell's Will doing? - Say your prayers, toad face.
 Shit!
 Engine heat beyond normal!
 Blast him and let's go! That's Fyrine IV down there! Unexplored territory!
 OK, Joey.
 - We're hitting atmosphere! - Visors down!
 I lost him! What's on the scope?
 - Willy, pull outta here! We're gonna burn up! - Dammit! Where is he?
 He ejected! He's out! The bastard's out!
 Argh!
 Come on, Joey! We're punching out!
 Oh, shit! Get your nose up!
 Come on! Get your nose up!
 That's it!
 Get up! Get up! Easy!
 Come on, Joey.
 Come on.
 Joey!
 - You OK, Will? - Yeah. I'm fine.
 Will?
 When you see Murcheson,...
 just don't call her the White Balloon any more.
 - It hurts her feelings. - OK, Joey.
 And don't let the guys call her that.
 I liked her.
 It's a promise, Joey. Now you be still. You lay quiet.
 - Will? - What?
 I'm really tired.
 Joey?
 Hey, Joey!
 I'm sorry, Joey.
 I'm sorry.
 I could see where the Drac fighter went down.
 Its ejection capsule couldn't be far from the wreck.
 I just hoped it wasn't dead...
 yet.
 It's funny, but I'd never actually seen a Drac.
 I knew they were completely inhuman.
 Not even male or female,...
 but both, bundled together in a scaly, reptilian body.
 Burn, you mother! Burn!
 You blew it, toad face!
 Gon bidden, Irkmann.
 Hey, Drac. I'm hungry.
 Hungry. You understand that? Hungry? Huh?
 Hey, you understand any English, toad face?
 Kos son va.
 What? Urgh!
 Kos son va, Irkmann?
 Stick it.
 Kos va son Jeriba Shigan. Shigan!
 So your name's Jerry Shigan. So what?
 Urgh!
 Kos son va, Irkmann?
 What? Do you wanna know my name?
 Willis E Davidge.
 Da...
 Da...
 - Da... - How about some food?
 Some food? Give me some food!
 Argh!
 Foo... d.
 Na, Davidge.
 Vot food.
 Etyida.
 - You're kidding. - Etyida.
 Oh, Drac! Wake up, Drac! Wake up!
 Cut me loose!
 - Help me! Cut me loose! - Zeerki!
 Help me!
 Kiz! Ox da kiz!
 Yeah, you said it!
 Eurgh.
 No!
 Look, Drac. I could’ve killed you easy. You owe me one.
 What'd you say your name was? Your name? Your name?
 Jeriba Shigan.
 - All right. - Shigan!
 All right. Now, listen.
 Jerry.
 Listen. Listen.
 Meteors... fall here.
 - Many meteors. You understand "meteors"? - Meteors? Ya ohyn gavey meteors.
 Uh, z... z... zeerki!
 Zeerki fall here. Many zeerki. No?
 We're... out in the open.
 If we stay here, we...
 we die. Die.
 Nekhem-Biekhem. Die.
 Yeah. What we gotta do is we gotta take all the... the...
 - the goodies out of that... thing of yours. - Naesay.
 - Yeah, neesay. - Naesay!
 Naesay. Naesay. Yeah, naesay!
 And get our butts up higher in the forest. Up there.
 At least there's some cover up there. Cover? You know "cover"?
 Irkmann, ta govertya verit ta. Ta tolki vyezhdi rozzo.
 Exactly.
 I'm glad you agree.
 - Das ga. - Yeah, yeah.
 Next time, huh. I'll put that knife right up your kazoo.
 If you've got one.
 OK, toad face.
 You gonna shoot me? Go ahead. Shoot me.
 Come on, shoot me! Go ahead and do it now! Shoot me!
 Cos whether we live or die, I don't love you and you don't love me!
 But we're stranded here, you understand? You get it or don't you gavey Engleesh, huh?
 Irkmann, may ta ib phtuga!
 Yeah, phtuga!
 Write and tell my mother, you big frog.
 Look.
 - We've got to...
 What we gotta do is we have to build a shelter. With stones.
 Shelter. You gavey? Shelter?
 It was slow going.
 Since I had to communicate with that lizard, I tried learning a few words of its crude lingo.
 Hey, Drac.
 Drac, uh, nouu glova, uh,...
 nuvo ta nuvo, uh, zeerki.
 Forget it.
 Enough talk. Let's get on with it, huh?
 Shit!
 Of course, the Drac was picking up a few words of English, too.
 - Yeah. - Shit.
 Shit? What do you mean, "shit"?
 No solid.
 "No solid". I'll show you.
 Huh?
 Not solid!
 My left... foot.
 My right foot.
 This is my left foot.
 This is my right foot.
 And these are both my feet.
 - Yeah, great. - Yeah, great.
 This is my head.
 That is your ugly head.
 No, no.
 This is my head. That's is you head.
 You ugly head!
 Ha, ha.
 That is Davidge ugly head.
 All right, that's enough!
 Keep that up and you can learn English alone because I won't be your teacher any more.
 Sorry, Davidge.
 That's better.
 You know, while you're having such a good time and doing nothing,...
 I am trying to think of ways to improve our situation.
 - OK. - You know the old saying:
 if at first you don't succeed,...
 try, try again.
 Davidge, you learn this from great Drac teacher, Shizumaat?
 - No, from Mickey Mouse. - Who?
 Mickey Mousssse.
 Mickey Mouse.
 Is this great Irkmann teacher?
 Yeah.
 Sort of.
 § Shine a light on me
 § Let the midnight special
 § Shine his light on me
 § Let the midnight special...
 Uh, forget it.
 Mm. Delish.
 Have one.
 Don't forget who helped me acquire the taste.
 Besides, I'm going to improve the menu.
 Soon we picked up.
 One side or other side.
 What, with the war going on?
 We got more chance of catching a Greyhound bus.
 Humans.
 Easy you give up.
 Shizumaat teaches us "Intelligent life takes a stand."
 Where'd you get that crap? Out of that book you're always readin'?
 I'm the one that's takin' a stand. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you sons of Shit-mat!
 - Shizumaat. - Yeah, whatever. Rrrrrr!
 This war begun by you! By humans!
 You know something, Jerry? Your great Shizumaat eats shit!
 Irkmann,...
 your Mickey Mousssse...
 is one big, stupid dope!
 - Yay! Meat!
 Hey, mother! You stay there, you mother! Hey! Hey! Hey! Aha!
 Whoa!
 You dirty, rotten son of a bitch!
 Shit!
 Hey.
 Hey, goddamn!
 Huh?
 Hey, hey...
 Get outta here!
 Argh! Jerry!
 Jerry! Jerry!
 Jerry! Jerry!
 Argh!
 Jerry! Jerry!
 Argh!
 Oh! Get me outta here!
 God!
 Thank you.
 Go ahead.
 Argh! Oh! God!
 You saved my life.
 - Why? - Maybe...
 I need to look at another face.
 Even as ugly as yours.
 So you still think humans are ugly, huh?
 Compared to a Drac, very ugly.
 But that thing out there,...
 it's even more ugly than you.
 - Thank you. - You are welcome.
 Ha-ha! That's it!
 Even that thing under the ground couldn't bite through this. I bet they're meteor-proof!
 They're meteor-proof!
 - What? - Zeerki-proof! Zeerki-proof!
 Jerry, old Drac,...
 - where would you be without me, huh? - Back home.
 Aw, shit!
 Hey, Professor, how about a little help, huh?
 Don'tyou ever get tired of reading that book?
 No.
 Well, what's in it anyway?
 Things.
 Oh, for Christ's sake!
 It is called Talman.
 It contains the words of our great teacher, Shizumaat.
 I suppose you have to know the Drac language to read it, right?
 It would help.
 So teach me the Drac language.
 It is not for you, Davidge.
 Shizumaat is too good for us humans?
 - Not too good for humans, too good for you! - Now you're a judge of character.
 Do you not remember what you say about Shizumaat?
 Yeah, well, maybe you forgot about what you said about Mickey Mouse!
 That was wrong.
 I... did not mean it.
 I didn't mean what I said about Shizumaat either.
 Jerry, what are you...
 This book must be given to the pupil.
 I then become the master.
 I am not worthy, but there is no one else here.
 Now read.
 Time passed, as time does.
 We ate, we slept.
 And sometimes I listened to the skies for some faint hope of rescue.
 In the meantime I studied its language and read its Talman.
 "Yesli raz delo,...
 raz va dzram da delo."
 "Lubo da lubo."
 Translate.
 "If one receives evil from another,...
 let one not do evil in return."
 "Rather, let him extend love to the enemy,...
 that love might unite them."
 I've heard all this before... in the human Talman.
 Of course you have.
 Truth is truth.
 But what you have notyet learned is the way we Dracs express the truth.
 The words of Shizumaat...
 must be sung.
 Jerry!
 Let's go!
 Come on, Jerry! Move it!
 Come on!
 Ugh! Davidge!
 Get up, damn you!
 What do I have to do, carry you, you lazy bastard?
 - I am sorry, Davidge. - We live like animals!
 And you get so fat you can barely move!
 - You'll never conquer the universe like that. - We were here      years before you!
 Well, in case you haven't heard it, Dracface, we legally annexed this star system.
 - You invaded this star system. - Bullshit! You're the invaders!
 No, we are explorers! We are founders of worlds!
 What do you think we are, Dracface? Homebodies, huh?
 - We settled twice as many worlds as you! - Exactly! You spread like a disease.
 - What the hell are you gonna do about it? - You see what we do about it. We fight!
 Ha-ha! Some fighter you are! You wouldn't last a week without me.
 - You lie! You owe your existence to me! - We'll see about that!
 You get out of my shelter! Get out! Get out!
 You get out of my shelter, you son of a bitch!
 It's my shelter! I built it, OK?
 You son of a bitch! I'll kill you, you bastard!
 I'll kill you!
 Jerry.
 I think we're starting to go crazy.
 What we have to do,...
 we have to start movin'.
 You think we really are alone out here?
 Of course... we are alone.
 I don't know.
 I had that dream again.
 There's this big ship in my dream.
 It's so loud, I wake up.
 But then I can still hear it.
 It was a dream.
 I don't know.
 Maybe.
 But I do know if we stay here, we die.
 Sooner or later we'll die.
 If this planet don't kill us, we're gonna kill each other.
 You sure you won't come with me?
 No, Davidge.
 I stay here.
 I have no interest in your dreams.
 Any chance is better than no chance.
 Oh, come on, Jerry. You're just being stubborn.
 No... I am not just being stubborn.
 If I find help,...
 I'll come back for you.
 And if you do not?
 Then I guess we both die.
 Alone.
 I'll see you later.
 Hello!
 Anybody?
 They're core samples!
 They're core samples.
 Argh!
 Scavengers.
 What I'd been hearing at night was the scavenger ship.
 The scavengers were human all right. Barely human.
 They were outlaw miners who raped whole planets for precious ores.
 They hunted Dracs for slave labour, so we tolerated them.
 I could only hope they'd found nothing.
 I had no idea what I was gonna say to Jerry.
 Ah.
 Davidge.
 How cold do you think it's going to get?
 I don't know.
 I guess we'll find out.
 I am happy you came back.
 - Jerry?
 Hey, Jerry, what's wrong?
 I could not go with you.
 It is no longer my life that matters.
 I am not fat.
 I am not lazy.
 Davidge.
 I await...
 a new...
 life.
 A new life?
 From where?
 Oh, my God!
 Oh, my God! Are you telling me you're pregnant?
 What, you're gonna have a baby?
 What, a little Drac?!
 What?
 But how'd...
 Well, don't look at me!
 Jerry, Jerry, you can't do this to me!
 With you humans,...
 birth is a matter of choice.
 With us Dracs,...
 it happens.
 When the time comes,...
 it just happens.
 That is why I could not go with you.
 My child...
 is all I have now.
 So,...
 Davidge,...
 tell me.
 What...
 did you find...
 out there?
 Nothin'.
 Like you said, it was just a dream.
 Kos son dedu, Jerry?
 Shalpu g'dla...
 Zammis!
 Zammis?
 Zammis.
 Koda miy zoka Zammis?
 Soon.
 Jerry!
 Jerry, look out!
 I can't see! I can't see!
 Over here!
 Help me!
 Come on, Jerry. Don't you quit on me!
 - Tell me about Zammis. - Zammis?
 Yeah. What kind of a name is Zammis?
 There are five names in a Drac lineage.
 I am Shigan.
 Before me was Gothig, and before Gothig was Haesni.
 Come on! Keep talking!
 Before Haesni was Ty.
 Before Ty was Zammis.
 Up there. Look!
 One day I must stand with Zammis...
 before the Holy Council on Dracon...
 and recite our lineage,...
 so that Zammis may join the society of all Dracs.
 Wanna eat?
 I can't.
 Maybe we should open up a little place here.
 I could ruin the food.
 You could frighten the customers.
 Davidge.
 I will teach you the Jeriba line.
 Before or after breakfast?
 It is an honour I offer you.
 I'm sorry.
 Right now just stayin' alive's honour enough, huh?
 All right.
 I will learn your lineage.
 Let us begin...
 with your parents.
 Who were they?
 My dad's name's Carl.
 My mom's name's, uh, Dolores.
 And their deeds?
 My dad works for a company that makes computers.
 And my mom, she used to be a waitress.
 - Waitress? - Yeah, before they got married.
 And their parents?
 We used to visit my grandpa’ when I was just a kid.
 He had this place out in the country.
 I think he was a farmer.
 And, uh, Grandma was just a good cook.
 Oh.
 That is your lineage.
 Here stands before you...
 Willis E Davidge.
 Fighter pilot, son of Dolores,...
 who used to be a waitress,...
 and Carl, maker of computers,...
 who in their time were born of Grandpa’, possibly a farmer,...
 and Grandma, good cook.
 You make it sound pretty thin.
 It is thin.
 But I am honoured that you entrusted it to me.
 My own lineage is very rich, Davidge.
 Learn it from me.
 Allow me to do you this honour.
 It will be like a gift between us.
 § Son ich stayu
 § Kos va Shigan
 § Son ich stayu
 § Kos va-gan
 § Son ich stayu
 § Kos
 § VaZammis
 Jerry went on, singing its lineage back to the founding of its home planet,...
     generations ago.
 To keep Jerry happy as the winter raged on, I too learned to sing the Jeriba line.
 What's wrong?
 Zammis...
 is coming.
 Oh, God.
 God...
 - What do I do? - I don't know.
 Something...
 is wrong.
 Oh, no. No, no. No, no, no.
 No. You're gonna be all right. Women always get nervous before labour.
 I am not a woman!
 But pregnant people... things...
 get nervous. Everybody gets nervous before labour!
 Besides, if anything happened to you, I'd be left here all alone.
 Huh?
 Just because business has been slow lately, you expect me to run the whole place alone?
 You... are alone.
 Within yourself,...
 you are alone.
 That is why you humans...
 have separated your sexes into two separate halves.
 For the joy of that...
 brief union.
 You don't know diddley-poop about humans.
 You think because you Dracs got a lineage     miles long, you can blah-blah this name...
 - Hey, Jerry! Jerry!
 Jerry? Jerry?
 Jerry?
 Davidge.
 Listen to me.
 You...
 must be a parent...
 for Zammis.
 Don't kid around, Jerry.
 What do we do now?
 You...
 must take my place.
 When the time comes,...
 you must find a way...
 to take Zammis...
 back home.
 You must stand beside Zammis before the Holy Council...
 on Dracon...
 and recite its lineage.
 You must, Davidge.
 Swear this to me.
 Shut up.
 Keep pushing. Do whatever you do.
 You must...
 take Zammis to Dracon.
 - Swear. - No!
 Swear.
 Swear.
 All right.
 All right. I swear it.
 I swear it.
 Just don't die on me.
 Now...
 you must open me.
 Here.
 This place.
 Don't be afraid, my friend.
 - I can't! - Damn you,...
 Irkmann.
 You have sworn.
 I did!
 You have...
 ss... ss...
 No.
 Jerry.
 Oh, please.
 God, Jerry,...
 what am I supposed to do now, huh?
 You taught me all about the Talman and the line of Jeriba.
 But you didn't say nothin' about taking care of baby Dracs!
 So long, Jerry.
 All right.
 OK, you gonna try it again, huh?
 Come on, now. Come on.
 Come on. Zammis...
 Zammis, come on!
 Come on.
 What am I supposed to do? Run down to the market for a jar of Gerber baby-Drac food?
 This is all there is, pal.
 Watch. Watch me.
 Hm? Hm? Mmm.
 Come on.
 OK.
 Try it like this. Come on.
 Come on, see if you like that. You like that?
 Hm? Huh? Huh?
 Come on, kid. Yes!
 That's it! That's it!
 Chew it, now. There you go.
 Hey, squirt!
 I guess he was an ugly little cuss,...
 but no uglier than the pictures of those other kids that were shown around the mess hall.
 Of course, he grew slightly faster than a human child.
 I'd better start calling you beanstalk you out grow clothes faster than I can catch 'em.
 Don't spread your fingers.
 Fingers?
 Yeah. Yeah, these. Fingers.
 Kutta - fingers.
 Not the same.
 Well, of course they're not the same.
 I mean, you're a Drac. I'm a human.
 Look.
 You have three fingers.
 One, two, three.
 I have five fingers.
 One, two, three,...
 four, five.
 Zammis get four, five?
 No.
 You're a Drac.
 - And I'm a human. - Human?
 Yeah. Um,...
 human is me. Drac is you.
 Now, I'm a human because my parents were human.
 And... your parent was a Drac.
 So you are a Drac.
 Got it?
 - I'm a Drac. - Yeah!
 Yeah, great.
 Uncle!
 Uncle, wait! Wait!
 Huh? Uncle, what was that?
 Spacecraft!
 - Were there humans inside? - I don't know!
 - I'm gonna go find out! - Uncle, please, can I come?
 No! You stay here until I get back.
 Uncle, why are you afraid? Uncle, please!
 No! You stay inside the cave.
 So that's why, when we walk or we hunt,...
 we always go in the direction of the rising of the sun, huh?
 Never in the direction of the setting of the sun. Is that clear?
 - Yes. - ‘Cause if those men ever find us,...
 we'll never see each other again.
 But, Uncle,...
 they are humans,...
 like you.
 Shut up and eat.
 I tried not to think about the scavengers.
 Instead, I concentrated on Zammis.
 lfinally figured it was time to start his education.
 The name of this game, Zammis,...
 - is football. - Football.
 Now, these trees are my defensive line.
 Those trees over there are your team.
 They're a bit bigger than real players - like the Houston Oilers - and slower, but not much.
 All right?
 You go down to that end of the field. That's your end zone, OK? Go on.
 There you go.
 All right, now, when I kick the ball to you,...
 you catch it and you try to run past me - if you can - through these two guys there.
 - That's your goal line. You got it? - No.
 Well, just do what I tell you. It'll be fine, all right? It'll be fine. All right?
 Here comes the kickoff!
 Pick it up. Pick it up. Now run! Run!
 Now, run, run, run. Come on. Come on. Go on. Go on.
 Oh, look at him weave through the defence!
 - I like this game. - Yeah, it's a great game, isn't it?
 Of course, you don't normally get to eat the ball. That's a bonus.
 And I've simplified the rules for the conditions here. Small teams and so on.
 I've been thinking, Uncle, about those humans you saw.
 Maybe they are friends with the Dracs.
 Maybe they asked them to come and work.
 Mm-goy.
 I wish that was true.
 I have never seen a Drac.
 Only my own face in the water.
 I wish I was not a Drac.
 - I wish I had your face. - Oh, Zammis.
 - I wish I had five fingers. - Oh, Zammis. Zammis.
 Listen to me. Listen to me.
 Now, as Dracs go, you are a great-looking kid. You are a great-looking kid.
 - Yeah? - Yeah.
 It's just that...
 you've never seen your own kind.
 Now, someday you're gonna go home...
 and you're gonna forget all about this God-awful planet and all about me.
 I will never forget you, Uncle.
 No, I guess you won't.
 I won't forget you either.
 Uncle?
 What was my parent like?
 Zammis,...
 your parent...
 was my friend.
 Hey, Zammis.
 Hey, Zammis!
 Hey, Zammis!
 No.
 Hey, Zammis!
 All right, move it now!
 Zammis!
 Get back in there! Get to work!
 Zammis!
 Hey, Jonny, look here.
 A fine little woggie, if I ever saw one.
 Surprise, surprise. Looks a bit stringy to me, though.
 No, he's just fine.
 Tough as nails. A born worker.
 Energetic little bugger!
 Come on. Run about. Run about.
 Look at that speed!
 - How’d you suppose it got here? - Aaah!
 Let's have a look. See if his daddy's around.
 Hey!
 Hey, you slimy bastard!
 Hot damn!
 Woggie's got you hot and bothered.
 Don't worry. I'll slow him down for you.
 You ripped my face, you slimy little Drac.
 - I'll make you pay. - Uncle!
 - Who the hell are you? - Let him go!
 Uncle!
 Zammis, no!
 Uncle!
 Uncle!
 We entrust our brother to God's merciful keeping.
 And we commit his body to space.
 From ashes to ashes,...
 from dust to dust,...
 in sure and...
 Jesus Christ! Didn't they just fix that thing?
 Shit! Who's listening anyway?
 Next.
 Gavorki, George W. Agnostic.
 No music.
 So long.
 Next.
 So where's the damn tag on this one?
 - Those jerks in Prep are really gettin' sloppy. - So have a look inside.
 - Look at this poor freak. - At least he's in one piece.
 - Yeah. Some guys have all the luck. - Right!
 - Nope. No tag. - We'll give him a John Doe. Protestant.
 - Hold it! - What?
 Go ahead. Take it.
 Naech bil tae.
 All stations. All stations, stand by.
 Zammis...
 - Jesus!
 - Zammis! - He speaks Drac.
 Three years!
 Where the hell has he been?
 That's Will. Turning up when you least expect him!
 - Heavy breathing. - Heart rate:    .
 - Several read-outs. - Extreme shock. Oxygen pressure dropping.
 This guy's been in some deep shit.
 He was found on the fourth planet of the Fyrine system.
 Where he just might have been working for the other side.
 Are you crazy?
 That's Will Davidge in there.
 Naech bil tae.
 Naech bil tae.
 I don't know how long I lay there before the surveillance team picked me up.
 They thought I was dead.
 Well, the medics have had time to nail me back together. Now I've got to go back.
 Will!
 - Hold it! - I'm going back with or withoutyour help.
 No way. I'm sorry.
 Now, we put our asses on the line for you. You owe us for that at least.
 I can't let you go, Will.
 Never mind. Let him go if he wants to be an asshole.
 Hello, pilot. Please identify.
 Davidge, Willis E. Gotta log a couple of hours.
 Mr Davidge, you have no authorisation. Please deplane immediately.
 No way, Charlie. I'm going out.
 Cut down those engines, Mister. Get outta there.
 I'm going through. I swear it. Now, you open those doors!
 - We have an emergency!
 I'm going through! Open 'em up!
 Open the doors!
 Now!
 Dracvi! Dracvi Zammis?
 JeribaZammis? JeribaZammis?
 Avani Zammis? Dracvi! Kos son Willis Davidge.
 Zammis? Zammis? Huh?
 Znat'vi Zammis? Huh?
 Gladi?
 Talman! Talman!
 Hey! What's all this standing around?
 Hm? Come on! Back to work!
 You miserable slime!
 - Where do you think you are, huh? - Argh!
 A goddamn retirement home?
 Move! Move!
 What are you staring at, slimebag? You son of a bitch!
 Argh!
 You are Uncle.
 Of course we know your Zammis.
 He spoke only to me,...
 for only I know the Irkmann speech.
 - Where is Zammis now? - Somewhere in their ship.
 If he is still alive.
 What a lousy hand this is. Let's redeal.
 - That you, Daggett? - Yeah.
 - What's going on out there? - Trouble.
 - What kind of trouble? - This kind.
 Zammis!
 Zammis!
 Zammis!
 Wake up!
 It's Uncle.
 Zammis!
 Oh, no! No, no, no...
 Zammis? Zammis.
 Zammis!
 Aaagh!
 Aaagh!
 Aaagh!
 - Hi.
 Hey, this guy's BTA.
 Thanks for the hot tip!
 What are you doin' here, BTA man?
 You see that I'm impatient, don't you?
 I remember you now.
 You killed my brother Jonny!
 I thought you croaked out there.
 Wake him up and bring him along.
 Get up, freakface! We don't carry you!
 Shit!
 Hold it, sucker! Yeah!
 Let's try the little woggie in the soup. Whaddya say? Boil his bones!
 - Don't do it! Stop! - Yeah!
 Hey, BTA man, where are you?
 I want you to see this.
 Where are you, you son of a bitch?
 Come on!
 Don't! No, don't! Zammis!
 Zammis!
 Zammis!
 Zammis!
 Yah!
 No! Zammis!
 No! No!
 Wait, wait! Wait!
 Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble! Go on, ride little brother!
 Oh, no! Oh, no!
 It's time to say goodbye!
 Zammis? Zammis!
 Hey, it's me. Wake up.
 Zammis, wake up.
 Wake up. It's Uncle.
 Oh, Zammis.
 It's Uncle. Huh?
 Zammis... get four, five?
 Uncle, you look terrible.
 I do?
 I really do!
 So do you, you little tadpole.
 I told you I'd never forget you, huh?
 And so Davidge brought Zammis and the Dracs home.
 He fulfilled his vow and recited the line of Zammis' forfathers...
 before the Holy Council on Dracon.
 And when, in the fullness of time,...
 Zammis brought its own child before the Holy Council,...
 the name of Willis Davidge was added to the line of Jeriba.