Take it off.
I've always wanted to fuck in this thing.
Wait.
Do you listen?
We're literally the only people on this fucking rock.
Baby.
Baby, the world is ours.
"Enchanté"? What is that, French?
What the fuck?
Another ship in orbit.
Something is here.
There's nothing there.
Look.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Show you more.
See, babe?
We're 100% absolutely alone.
Stay there.
Felix.
Felix?
Felix?
Niro, you up there?
Loud and clear. What?
Put me through to the Alliance Command
this is an emergency.
This is Captain Juda Sayle of the Vander Corp
mining vessel 4217.
I need to report an FC incident.
Repeat, I need to report an FC incident.
This is Alliance Command.
Did you say an FC incident?
Correct.
I think it's the first contact.
Captain, it is crucial you answer the following
was the contact positive or negative for both species?
Um... our security officer
uh, uh, uh, he's shot.
Uh, uh, uh...
Was first contact positive or negative?
Positive or negative?
Six years running
you can't ever be on time for Thanksgiving.
I can't solve everybody's goddamn problems.
Why do you even bother saying you're coming home?
I got another call coming through.
Go for Ryle.
Sir, there's been an incident on a Vander...
Handle it.
It's my one fuckin' night off all year. What is it?
A credible FC encounter was just reported.
Come again?
Survivors of the encounter are en route to McMillian Airfield.
What are your orders, sir?
I want you to tell Commander Tieve
to contact Dr Lea Goss.
Do you understand me?
Listen to me.
Get me James Ford.
- Sir? - You heard me.
Get him to the base, tell no one.
I'm 40 minutes out. Do it.
Copy that.
Thanks for meeting me.
I got a job for you.
Cash.
Quick job. But it's on...
Good evening, General.
Oh, wait.
You're just a civilian now, like the rest of us, ain't you?
See, the boys and I prefer not to share your company.
So if you could kindly take your murderous ass someplace else
we'd really appreciate it.
Once upon a time, you were a big bad motherfucker
but now...
But now?
Uh, come on, fellas. Fellas, fellas.
Get out, boys, while you're still alive.
Mr James Ford.
Ruining another Friday night for all.
What? When I hear music, I dance
and tonight, the universe is singing a tune
that will change everything.
God, you still talk so much.
Oh, well, you're listening.
How you doing, Dash?
Oh, I'm good.
Hmm. Are you still living in the shadows
of your old commander?
Hey, man, half the world wants to fight him
the other half wants to buy him a drink
so either way, I come out on top.
I'll take that as a "yes".
Uh, Mr Ford, General Ryle is requesting
your inimitable counsel
for a situation that may change the cosmos
as we humble cavemen know them.
No.
No?
Well, let nobody accuse you of being a poet.
He needs you.
The whole world needs you.
Well...
the world needs something.
They made it clear that it's not me.
Si vis pacem, para bellum.
The last time I heard that saying
you used it as an excuse to justify dropping
a Q-bomb on 70 million souls.
I was following orders from the Alliance.
Orders you issued to yourself, hmm?
But guess what Ryle told the Alliance Senate?
You want peace
you get ready for war.
He's offered to reinstate you.
Hey, we're sort of a package deal now
so, here you go.
Thank you.
Pay my tab.
Drinks are on Marcus, thank you.
Have a good night.
Make sure he knows we're serious.
Charming.
Situation status, Defcon 4.
All hands to the stations...
Um, uh, I mean, he shot our security officer.
H-he shot... um, uh.
Are you kidding me?
Oh, shit.