Da-dad.
Alright, I'm quiet.
Da-dad!
I'm here, honey.
What you doin', Willow?
One two three.
There you go.
With a little pee-pee.
There go, umm go.
Ohh-na. Goo-na.
Everything's OK.
Don't drink your own piss, Willow.
Don't.. eat your own shit.
Even if it's recycled.
Even if, it doesn't look like
piss, or shit,
any more.
It's called a taboo.
Ta..
boo...
Ta.. boo...
Claim me, my little package.
So.. taboo, taboo, taboo.
Yes it is for me.
But not for you, but not for you...
Not for you.
Speed little girl.
If my old man could see me now...
"Break the laws of nature..
"and you'll pay for it..
you little son of a bitch."
You little son of a bitch.
Wait for me!
Waait!
Come on!
Waait, wait for me!
Willow..
♪ Where are you hiding? ♪
In the speckled shade,
from the depths of the tree.
Spiders and centipedes,
crawl across your hands,
above your knees..
♪ Willow ♪
Have to go and feed the dog.
ID 149, reporting.
I removed the defective section of the external magnetic panel
and replaced it with the one of my own making.
To save it on electric energy, I've decided to jettison everything unnecessary..
Fully aware of the consequences.
The child's in good health and ahh, so am I.
My bloodwork's normal, my eyesight's stable, know it.
Even if I don't see me, play this message for.. a hundred years.
Okay. Over and out.
So light Mink.
Barely there.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. C'mon, c'mon. C'mon..
So many tears in such just a tiny little body!
Stop it pully, please please stop it stop it, please.
Please it's gonna kill me. It's gonna kill me.
Please!
OK?
I'm afraid, Willow.
Uhh I could have just drowned you like a kitten.
Could be so easy.
Should be your first, then me.
These fucking images from Earth.
I can't believe, still make it here..
After all this time.
Looks like..
viruses..
chasing after us.
Parasites.
I'm holdin' on.
Help..
Never caved-in.
I'll hold up.
She's mine.
I'm hers.
It's fucked.
Since we left the solar system,
radio silent.
Nothing...
Those.. random.. images.
Maybe they were programmed,
to keep us on a leash.
Make us believe a return was possible.
We invented rituals.
Hygiene first.
Here.
Kali Yuga the final, the final age of man.
Did you know that, I still have leopards on the street where I live?
Professor, I'm surprised you've accepted an invitation
to attend a conference in such a cold country.
Why made you leave your Assamese hills
and say "yes"?
Curiosity.
But you have a more serious reason for coming, don't you?
Yes.
Yes indeed.
Radical experiments are taking place in outer space.
Death row inmates are selected to be used as guinea pigs.
Is this really how Occidental governmental authorities hope to deal with criminals?
I doubt very much.
I mean, they're not being told the truth about...
What about?
That they will never come back.
We can't even contact them.
Their messages and reports now take years to get back to us.
We'll be bone dust, while they're still hurtling
through space.
Up.
C'mon!
Hup!
We're scrap.
Trash.
Refuse that didn't fit in to persist.
Someone had the bright idea of ​​recycling us.
Some of us got, life sentences.
Some of us were on death row.
Agency made us an offer:
To serve science.
Given our ages,
how could we say "no"?
At that point, we'd only left the solar system for three years.
Almost all of us were still alive.
Constant acceleration creates artificial gravity,
freeing us from the discomfort of weightlessness.
Body handles it better.
I don't want a sedative.
You put too much in the water as it is.
Well you got me, juicy peach.
You lied to us.
And you knew it.
You knew it.
Fucking "second chance" doctor.
When I first saw you, you were a filthy little crackhead.
Look now at you.
Fine specimen.
Fucking child murderer.
Oh so you do have a nervous system.
Eh, look at her!
Look because you're fucking killing her!
Ohh, calm down!
Did you realise nothing's ever grow inside of us?
Oh! Behaviour!
Fuck off.
Fucking whore.
Hey. Hm mmh.
It's dirty. It's dirty.
Hmmh, it's our first strawberry.
Ready? Hrrrrh..
Hold on tight.
Hold on tight c'mere. C'mon. Hey!
Dr. Dibs,
struggling to harvest healthy foetuses, ones that will survive childbirth.
The guys were in it for the fix.
Wha' about my treat?
Smashin'.
Thank you.
Why do you keep taking their sperm?
Even if you manage to inseminate one of the girls, the babies die from radiation.
The odds are not in our favour,
but when my work is accomplished, when perfection is achieved...
Then what?
Fly away?
Except for me.
I kept my fluids to myself.
She thought she was doin' me a favour.
Someday...
She was cocky that way.
Doesn't seem to be doing you much good.
Better than you think.
God, so humiliating!
You need to wipe your nose.
I know I look like a witch.
I mean you all call me Vultura, right?
You're foxy and you know it.
I just don't understand how you can, still believe in your class II mission?
It's like you become,
the Shaman of Sperm.
It's just a new religion for you.
Because I'm totally devoted to reproduction.
Happy monk.
Going to sow your fields?
Focking cock-block.
Like everyone, I'd used the Box.
But as time passed I chose, abstinence over indulgence.
Chastity was a way of making myself stronger.
Mr. Bluenuts.
This monk thing you got goin' on.
It's cool huh?
So vain!
Wouldn't bet on that.
I like it here.
This reminds me of juvi.
Reminds me of jail.
Same thing as the army.
I get why you choose abstinence.
Masturbate you can, you can do it out to death.
This fuck-box..
Jesus, that's a whole 'nother rabbit-hole.
You use it.
I made my wife promise to raise our son gently.
One thing makes me happy is knowin' he's gonna be alright.
Your son is old now.
Or he's dead.
This little garden,
is teaching me to enjoy the present.
Nothing else really matters.
Tcherny can't be your real name, right?
Nah, one of the Russian crew instructors gave it to me.
Think it mean "black" but... who knows, ehh?
What's "Monte"?
Your folks Italian or somethin'?
I was raised by my dog.
I'm tired as bat. I'll just flyin' around.
I can't do this space shit no more.
At 99% of the speed of light,
the entire sky converged before our eyes.
The sensation,
moving backwards, even though we're moving forwards,
getting further from what's getting nearer,
sometimes I just can't stand it.
According to Dibs,
captain
is ill-equipped for this stress.
Bad genes.
Leukaemia has invaded his body.
His eyes are more sensitive to the radiation than ours.
Everything he sees is bathed in, a black halo.
I have good genes.
Well...
Get out of it!
Be careful with her!
We were at the halfway point.
Four more years to our destination.
We had to begin the deceleration manoeuvre so the ship would approach a black hole.
One of the closest in our galaxy.
Small.
This was the main goal of our mission.
Our Class 1 suicide ride.
To check if we could capture a black hole's rotating energy.
And we - "heroes" -
would provide humanity with almost boundless resources.
There Penrose process.
I want to fuck you.
Stinks.
The usual stench.
It gets me hard.
Tcherny decided to start sleeping in the garden.
I'm glad I'm so weak.
I'm so happy I'm haemorrhaging.
Be quiet.
Stop lying to yourself.
One day, it'll happen to you.
You're not as strong as you think you are, big booty girl.
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
Okay!
- Because you're su... - Shut the fuck up!
Don't "shush" me.
- So fucking.. - Hey...
Sometimes I look at you, and I beat your face into a little pulp.
Your little mouth.
Your stupid smile.
That voice.
Hey, stop doing that.
You'll hurt yourself.
Douching is for amateurs.
Do we need to tie you up again?
C'mon go back to sleep.
Good.
Goddamn slut!
You're a bunch of common criminals, petty thugs.
My crime was the only one worthy of the name.
Even up here,
black-uns are the first to go.
Are you sick?
You wanna clog the machine, is that what you want!?
She want it.
Don't do that!
You sick!
It's what god wants.
Don't ever do that again.
Stay away.
Fuck your baby mission.
Your hormones are fucking bullshit.
It's our willpower that kills the foetuses.
It's a stroke.
Don't tell anyone.
Shit, the report!
He was fucked.
Maybe we were fucked too.
The mission.
Everything.
9149, daily progress report.
All systems in full functional mode.
All crew members are complying with mission experiments.
Over and out.
It's time for lights out.
♪ Always alone ♪
♪ Alone and blue ♪
♪ I've got no one ♪
♪ To share my troubles to ♪
♪ No one to care ♪
♪ To call my own ♪
♪ Seems I must always be alone. ♪
There is nothing to fear.
I promise.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I have no one to help me like I'm helping you.
No one to put me out of my misery.
I remain alone with my guilt.
Huh? What? What?
What?
Suck my dick.
Please.
Hey! What are you doing?
Let me go, you fucker!
Stop it!
Help meeee!
Leave her alone!
Help! Help!
Get off her!
Help! Heeelp!
Shut up!
Come on, take this off!
Broke my nose!
I will kill that motherfucker.
Fuck outa here!
C'mon.
Fuckin' walk!
Wanna carry me?
Not so easy to get inside of you, is it?
My body obeys me.
It's good.
I'll never have kids.
Sure of that.
OK, breathe.
Did you really kill your own kids?
You suffocated them?
In their little beds?
With their little pillows?
And your husband?
With a knife.
I would have killed myself.
I tried.
This made your plastic pussy.
Dibs increased the dose when she wanted us at her mercy.
We'd all hit the wall and dropped like flies.
Sleep, for hours.
Sleep.
I'm the pilot.
You cannot make me sleep.
Sleep.
Yes my arms so good.
Matty...
Maybe it's because you never wanted anything from me.
I'm about to have you now.
Why don't you ever take me in your arms?
If I close my eyes,
I know I'm gonna feel you inside.
You know.
I almost can feel it.
Yes.
Fill me.
Fill me, Marty.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
Here.
Yes.
Grow into her, baby.
Grow inside.
My baby.
They caught me.
My good baby.
C'mon. Hey.
C'mon, get out.
I hate that bed.
C'mon!
Go back to your own bunkbed.
C'mon.
C'mon. Too heavy now. C'mon.
Crazy girl.
It's too far.
Bums and losers.
That's what you are.
I found all your records.
You killed your friend over a dog.
Yeah.
My crazy girl.
Do I detect a farewell in your eyes?
Skilled pilot.
None of the rest of us could do this.
You made your choice.
Why're you crying?
I have to stay alone now.
Where we going?
To the garden.
That's not Nansen.
That's not Nansen!
It's Boyse!
Twik!
The child is your daughter.
One of your genes.
She's strong made.
Like her big pudding mother.
For me, she's perfection.
"I'd rather sink into the Earth,"
"after I've lost you than to sit around and grieve,"
"unless you've gone off onto your destiny."
What're you talking about?
It's what my wife told me.
I told her I was doing all this for her and our son.
To turn our shame into some type of glory, y'know.
She says that this mission, was like burning her twice
and that my idea of ​​glory was bullshit.
It's no response.
It looks like ours.
It's the same.
It's the same ship.
There might be ahh..
other..
people..
on board.
So?
What?
They might be able to help us, ahh...
We don't need help.
Are you scared?
- No. - No? - No.
Are you sure?
Are those.. dogs?
Yeah.
You help the baby dog?
I had to leave it.
Why didn't you take it?
We could have kept it.
Couldn't, captain.
I wanted a dog so bad.
A little dog, to hold.
You know why.
Please step away from the door, it wasn't clean in there.
Gotta disinfect, gotta clean myself.
It'll die in there.
It's cruelty!
Whadda you know about cruelty?
Dunno anything about it.
I need to clean, I need to disinfect myself..
Move away from the door.
Move away from the door!
Get out.
You were right, dad. You're right.
I'm sorry.
I have everything I need here.
Screw up, Pena.
What're you doin'?
Praying.
You know what god to pray to?
What god are you praying to?
I saw it in some of the random images from Earth.
I just.. wanted to know what they feel.
Time to feed the dog.
ID 149.
Local day:
6750
Earth days:
76861
It looks like a, crocodile's eye.
More like a mouth that wants to swallow us up.
So big.
We should try it.
I can feel it.
Oh you can feel it?
I thought we were supposed to be drifters.
But it's so big!
I feel the density is very low.
I believe in this one.
I'm sad that you [..] all your data.
Even your prison records.
You might have been [..] criminals, but, you're heroes to me.
All be destroyed by the firewall once the ship gets sucked into the black hole anyway.
There is no firewall. I know it.
We'll make it through.
You always avoid my questions.
Do I look like my mother?
No.
Take good look.
My eyes?
No.
My hair?
No not at all.
My nose?
My mouth?
Mm you have rodent teeth.
Yer little rat.
Rats are incredibly intelligent animals.
Am I weird looking?
You're special.
So different.
You're like no one else.
And I love that.
Shall we?
Yes.