Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-He said one click west, yeah? -Yeah.
Terrain data rezzing up. We've got...
Hi, l'm Millburn, Biology. Nice to meet you.
But let's say l'm wrong, and you do find these beings down there...
This is just another tomb.
Doctors, it's real good to have...
Are you sure he's alive?
Bullshit.
Oxygen levels now stabilizing.
These are images of archeological digs from all over the Earth.
...years. Maybe older.
Weyland Corporation.
Goddamn it, open that door! That is an order!
My name is David.
How can you leave without...
You know infections...
You got a pen nearby?
-Pour yourself a glass, pal. -Thank you, but l'm afraid...
Oh, my God, Charlie. We found them.
Mortal, after all.
Jesus.
l'll have you know that this thing...
Descent trajectory mapped.
...of mankind. Oh, l know.
Where is my cross?
lt's not the only ship.
-Hey, Millburn. -Yeah?
Air, food.
That's exactly why you should have stayed at home.
There it is. There it is. There it is.
Chance, you're suiting up.
...arguing over who was in charge...
Oh, God.
Ford, quick, help me bag the head!
...l guess that's because l'm a human being...
...because you people are more comfortable interacting with your own kind.
Brace for entry.
l'm going to have to take this.
Doctors, please.
And you're barmy.
Oh, my God! Oh, Jesus!
Yes, sir.
Oh, no.
You want that?
Prometheus, this is Janek. Make sure that back door is open.
What?
Warning: You have two minutes of oxygen remaining.
David, l want to see it.
Perhaps.
No. Not a map, an invitation.
...entire crew are gone.
Well, whatever...
How about this?
Bringing her down in five.
...to hangar. This is the captain.
For the rest of you, l am Meredith Vickers. lt's my job to make sure you do yours.
No. They weren't like this last time we were here.
No!
No, if it's a survey, they would tell us.
...while you go look for some miracle on some...
Two minutes without a suit, you're dead.
Ground crew, do you copy me?
That's your scientific theory?
Yes.
God, you're making it worse!
...l need to ask you for your help.
There we are, sir.
l need you to look at me, okay?
That's why they call it a thesis, Maggie.
l told you to get this ship going.
l want a spectrograph on this.
Oops. Sorry.
...please tell me you can read that.
lt must feel like your God abandoned you.
You ready to do this? l know you are.
And the only galactic system that matched...
Yeah, and look at the CO2 levels.
Save you from what?
...he's not coming on!
Did you really think l was gonna sit in a boardroom for years...
There is only death here now, and l'm leaving it behind.
Generator systems are inactive.
Charlie!
Putting it on the table now.
Penetrating...
Get it out! Come on!
And l thought you were the crazy one.
Okay.
How we doing?
The storm passed, but l can't reach Millburn...