Pitch Black

Johns:
He just escaped from a maximum security prison.

Fry:
Should he just stay locked up forever?

Johns:
That would be my choice.

Fry:
Is he really that dangerous?

Johns:
Only around humans.

Johns:
How's it look?

Riddick:
Looks clear.

Johns:
You said it was clear!

Riddick:
I said it *looked* clear.

Johns:
Well, how does it look now?

Riddick:
Looks clear.

Riddick:
They say most of your brain shuts down during cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake.

Riddick:
All you people are so scared of me. Most days I'd take that as a compliment. But it ain't me you gotta worry about now.

Zeke:
Comfy up there?

Paris:
Amazing how you can do without the essentials of life, so long as you have the luxuries.

Jack:
Where the hell can I get eyes like that?

Riddick:
Gotta kill a few people.

Jack:
'Kay, I can do it.

Riddick:
Then you got to get sent to a slam, where they tell you you'll never see daylight again. You dig up a doctor, and you pay him 20 menthol Kools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs.

Jack:
So you can see who's sneaking up on you in the dark?

Riddick:
Exactly.

Jack:
So can I talk to him now?

Jack:
Lotta questions, whoever we run into. Could even be a merc ship. So what the hell do we tell them about you?

Richard B. Riddick:
Tell them Riddicks dead. He died somewhere back on that planet.

Imam:
Because you do not believe in God does not mean God does not believe in - .

Riddick:
Think someone could spend half their life in a slam with a horse bit in their mouth and not believe? Think he could start out in some liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and not believe? Got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God... And I absolutely hate the f***er.

Riddick:
Where the hells your God now?

Fry:
Your f***ing with me I know you are.

Riddick:
You know I am? You dont know anything about me. I will leave you here.

William J. Johns:
Why don't you just shut up and let me figure out a plan that doesn't involve mass suicide!

Fry:
I'm waiting

Johns:
Hey, I thought I said no shivs!

Riddick:
You mean this? This is just a personal grooming appliance.

Paris:
Paris P. Olgilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur.

Riddick:
Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer.

Riddick:
Back to the ship, huh? Just huddled together, until the lights burn out? 'Til you can't see what's eating you? Is that the big plan?

Imam:
Where's Johns?

Riddick:
Which half?

Imam:
I have already prayed with the others. It is painless.

Riddick:
It is pointless.

Fry:
You're dancing on razor blades here.

Jack:
So... I guess something went wrong.

Johns:
Battlefield doctors decide who lives and dies. It's called 'triage'.

Riddick:
They kept calling it 'murder' when I did it.

Johns:
Somebody's gonna get hurt one of these days. It ain't gonna be me.

Riddick:
Did not know who he was f***in' with.

Riddick:
I know you don't prep your emergency ship unless there's a f***in' emergency.

Jack:
He's f***in' right.

Johns:
Hey, watch your mouth.

Riddick:
I truly don't know what's gonna happen when the lights go out Carolyn but I do know, once the dying starts, this little psycho f*** family of ours is gonna rip itself apart.

Jack:
Three suns?

Shazza:
Bloody Hell.

Paris:
Is anybody else having trouble breathing?

Shazza:
Yeah. I feel one lung short.

Paris:
I was supposed to die in France. I never even saw France.

Riddick:
That's death row up there, especially with the girl bleeding.

Johns:
The f*** you talking about? She's not cut.

Riddick:
Not her.

Riddick:
Her.

Paris:
Just a suggestion people, but perhaps you should flee!

Richard B. Riddick:
Come on, Johns. You got the big gauge.

William J. Johns:
I'd rather piss glass. Why don't you go f***in' check?

Carolyn Fry:
How much do you weigh, Johns?

William J. Johns:
What's it matter, Carolyn?

Carolyn Fry:
How much?

William J. Johns:
Around 79 kilos, to be exact.

Carolyn Fry:
'Cause you're 79 kilos of gutless white meat, and that's why you can't think of a better plan.

Jack:
We're gonna lose everybody out here. We should've stayed at the ship.

Richard B. Riddick:
He died fast, and if we have any choice about it, that's the way we all should go out. Don't you cry for Johns. Don't you dare.

Richard B. Riddick:
Not for me! Not for me!

Greg Owens:
WHAT THE F- was that a purge, Fry?

Greg Owens:
DON'T TOUCH IT! DON'T- DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT HANDLE!

Jack:
[sneaking up on Ogilvie] He'd probably get you right here...under the jaw, and you'd never even hear him coming. Because that's how good he is.

Paris P. Ogilvie:
Did you run away from your parents or did they run away from you?

William J. Johns:
[freeing Riddick] I want you to remember this moment. The way it could have gone and didn't. Here.

[Riddick suddenly grabs Johns' shotgun off him and aims it]

William J. Johns:
Take it easy...

Richard B. Riddick:
F*** you!

William J. Johns:
Do we have a deal?

Richard B. Riddick:
[after a pause, Riddick hands the shotgun back] "I want you to remember this moment."

[Ogilvie drops a bottle of wine. He runs to fetch it, but just as he reaches out, it is picked up by Riddick].

Paris P. Ogilvie:
[extending his hand] Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer. Entrepreneur.

Richard B. Riddick:
[grinning, taking his hand] Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer.

Hassan:
Captain? Captain?!

Carolyn Fry:
I'm not your f***ing captain.

Richard B. Riddick:
Looks clear.

[A creature lunges out and almost decapitates Johns before taking flight into the dark]

William J. Johns:
I thought you said it was CLEAR!

Richard B. Riddick:
I said, it looks clear!

William J. Johns:
Well what does it look like now?

Richard B. Riddick:
… Looks clear.

Riddick:
[Riddick shuts off the ship's engines] We can't leave.

Jack:
[panicked as creatures approach the ship] Why not?!

Riddick:
Without saying "goodnight". [fires the ship's engines, incinerating the creatures behind it as it takes off]

[Caroline came back to the ship where Riddick already was]

Riddick:
Strong survival instinct. I admire that in a woman.

Caroline:
I promised them that we would go back with more light.

Riddick:
Did you?

Caroline:
What? Are you afraid?

Riddick:
(laughs) Me afraid?

Caroline:
Come on, Riddick. There's gotta be some part of you that wants to rejoin the human race.

Riddick:
Truthfully, I wouldn't know how.

Caroline:
Well, then just give me more light for them, and I'll go back by myself.

Riddick:
Okay.

[Riddick gives her light]

Riddick:
There you go.

Caroline:
Please, just come with me.

Riddick:
I got a better idea. Come with me.

Caroline:
You're f***ing with me! I know you are!

Riddick:
You know I am? You don't know anything about me. I will leave you here. Step inside.

Caroline:
I can't.

Riddick:
Sure, you can.

Caroline:
I can't.

Riddick:
Here. I'll make it easy on you. [he lends her his hand] Take my hand. Come on. Come on … look. No one's gonna blame you. Save yourself, Caroline.

Caroline:
I …

Riddick:
Come on … come on … [she's getting to the ship] That's it. That's it. Good girl.

[She suddenly hears a creature, bringing back memories of the people she leaves, and changes her mind]

Caroline:
Now, you! You listen to me! I am the captain of this ship. And I am not leaving anyone on this rock with those f***ing things, even if it means –

[Riddick brings the knife to her throat]

Caroline:
Get that thing off my neck.

Riddick:
Shut up! You'd die for them?

Caroline:
I would try for them.

Riddick:
You didn't answer me.

Caroline:
Yes, I would Riddick. I would – I would die for them.

Riddick:
(pauses) .........Interesting.

[Caroline is taken by a creature when she was helping Riddick]

Riddick:
Not for me! [weakly] Not for me!

Richard B. Riddick:
They say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep. All but the primitive side...the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. Transporting me with civilians. Sounded like 40, 40-plus. Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route? Smelled a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads. And here's my real problem: Mr. Johns, blue-eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to slam...only this time he picked a ghost lane. A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong.

Richard B. Riddick:
Did I kill a few people? Sure. Did I kill Zeke? No. You got the wrong killer.

Richard B. Riddick:
Finally found something worse than me?

Richard B. Riddick:
These people didn't leave. Come on. Whoever got Zeke got them. They're all dead. You don't really think they left with their clothes on hooks...photos on the shelves?

Richard B. Riddick:
You're not afraid of the dark, are you?

Richard B. Riddick:
[to Fry] I guess if it were "trickeration," he'd just "X" me out. He'd kill me. Then again...I am worth twice as much alive. You didn't know that? Your Johns ain't a cop. He's got that nickel-slick badge. And that blue uniform. But he's just a merc. And I'm just a payday. That's why he won't kill me, see? - The creed is greed.

Carolyn Fry:
[about the passengers] I'm not gonna die for them!

Carolyn Fry:
Is this whole planet dead?

William J. Johns:
What's to be afraid of? My life's just a steaming pile of meaningless sh*t anyhow. So I say, "Mush on."

William J. Johns:
The verdict's in. The light moves forward.

Abu "Imam" Al-Walid:
I had the impression from the model...the two planets were moving as one...and there would be a lasting darkness.

Abu "Imam" Al-Walid:
They're afraid of our light. That means we don't have to be afraid of them.