11بخش

Thirty seconds till contact.

Cage!

Kimmel! No!

Ford!

Let’s go!

Cage!

Talk to me, Rita! We gotta go.

Drop.

Cage, they know we’re coming, man!

Drop! Drop!

Drop!

Drop.

You’re not hooked in.

What took you so long?

Any others?

We’re low on ammo.

I’ve got one Claymore. Ford, you’re out.

Griff has only got half a magazine and he can hardly move.

I thought you could see the future.

I haven’t lived this day.

I don’t know what’s gonna happen.

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is we finish this.

With what?

I mean, Griff can’t even walk. We’re three men down.

Come on. We’re running out of time.

Collect your ammo.

Must be a thousand mimics between us and the pyramid.

What we gonna do? Walk up to the front door?

If we stay here, we die. Yeah?

We’ll never get through.

We could.

In that.

That ship will never fly.

Doesn’t need to fly.

It just needs to get us across there with speed.

If the engines are still running, we could steer it with the power levers.

Skinner.

Clear a path.

Try it again, now. No, it’s not reading.

Condition lever, low.

Master power, on.

Griff!

We’ve gotta go! Come on!

I’m not gonna be any good in there, mate.

Let me buy you some time.

Power’s on.

This is gonna work.

Hey!

Hey, come on, man! We gotta go!

Don’t wait for us!

Skinner!

Griff, come on!

We’re good to go. Where are they? Where’s Skinner and Griff?

They’re not coming.

Go, brother. You gotta go, man.

I’ll see you in the next life.

Bollocks.

Move over! Move over!

We gotta go!

Yo, we gotta go now!

They’re coming, Cage.

Come on, you bastards! Come on!

Reload.

Reload. Reload.

We got incoming!

Come on!

Cage!

You have to take over!

Rita!

Punch it! Punch it!