The Chronicles of Riddick
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:45:03
Not so fast. Not so fast.
:45:06
Dickheads.
We're pickin' up fields here.

:45:09
Unknown fields detected on hull.
:45:12
I knew it. Here it comes.
This is some kind of scan.

:45:15
I don't know.
Readin' our Btus, maybe?

:45:17
- Let's drop one.
- Dropping.

:45:29
Decoy launched.
:45:37
Preparing to engage ion drive.
So,

:45:40
Where do we drop
your merc-killin' ass?

:45:44
Who's gonna pay
the most for you now?

:45:46
- Butcher Bay?
- Butcher Bay.

:45:50
Ten minutes every other day
on the dog run.

:45:53
Protein waffles aren't bad.
:45:56
Hey, how 'bout Ursa Luna?
Nice little double-max prison.

:46:00
They keep a cell open for me...
just in case I drop in.

:46:04
You know the problem
with thesejoints now?

:46:06
Health clubs
for waffle-eatin' pussies.

:46:09
Maybe we should think about
uppin' our game here a little bit.

:46:12
Think about someplace
truly diabolical.

:46:14
What the hell is he thinkin' now?
:46:16
He's thinkin'a triple-max prison.
:46:19
A no-daylight slam.
Only three of'em left in this system--

:46:22
Two of'em outta range
for a shitty little undercutter
like this one with no legs.

:46:27
Leavin'just... one--
:46:30
Crematoria.
:46:33
That is what you had in mind,
right, Toombs?

:46:36
- Hey, how does he know
where we're goin', and we don't?
- Dope it out.

:46:40
- I hate this run.
-Just do it!

:46:43
Don't know about this
new crew of yours.

:46:46
They seem a bit skittish.
:46:49
Probably shouldn't tell 'em
what happened to the last crew.


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