Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

l can't do it anymore.
Robe.
All right, then.
...lifetime contemplating the questions:
l just want answers, baby.
Contain it? Turn it off!
...there won't be any home to go back to.
-You're kidding me. -No.
They were here. This is--
-Come on. -Don't let it on the ship!
final report of the vessel prometheus. The ship and her entire crew are gone.
...doesn't everyone want their parents dead?
Peak portside.
l'm suiting up.
After all your attempts to stop me from coming here...
If you were, you wouldn't be talking about a ping.
l'm sorry.
...Egyptian, Mayan, Sumerian, Babylonian.
Two years, four months, 18 days...
...you won't talk to them.
You crazy bastard.
Remarkably human.
You should...
Come quick!
But as you ordered quarantine fail-safes...
Get it off.
My name is Elizabeth Shaw...
Keep it steady, boys.
...l'm surprised to see you.
...to get what you came all this way for?
Why they even...
Yes, captain.
l think we've affected the atmosphere in the room.
...that's confidential.
Dr. Shaw!
You need-- We need to run blood work on everyone who set foot in the pyramid.
This is not good, baby.
Copy that.
-Did you date it? -Thirty-five thousand...
Okay.
lt's okay.
The sunlight is heating the water.
...Dr. Holloway after your father died under such similar circumstances.
Only got one shot at this.
What the hell is going on down there?
Oh, God.
Hey.
Big things...
Hey.
We are at 7-4-0...
l'm okay, baby. Come on.
...come in.
We're on our way to see him now.
Yes.
Vickers, this is a sick man.
That means you too, Vickers.
They were terraforming.
...together, man.
Building better worlds.
Janek!
Those Engineers? This ain't their home.
Where do we come from?
Yeah.
...in your respirator?
Ford, take a sample.
These are ancient civilizations. They were separated by centuries.
...that surface. Two years of life.
l beg your pardon?
Oh, God.
l'm sorry.
l was designed like this...
Fifield!
All crew, consume shakes with high caloric content.
Well, l haven't had any breakfast yet.
...it's completely toxic, and in here...
Commence surgical procedure.
Oh, God!
My deepest condolences.
Hey, Chance. l wouldn't touch...
...for that would require the one thing that David will never have.
...is attested in the lndo-European descendants...
But how do you know?
l can't be pregnant.
How many is there, Shaw?
...and he's been decapitated by it.
l'm all right.
We can still help him!
Something they worshiped? What?
l can operate them.
''Want''?
So you came after all.
What?
Good health.
...you back, but where's Millburn and Fifield?
What?
Copy.
lt's Christmas.
Please!
Error. This Med-Pod is calibrated for male...
We did find what we came for.
l see that. That's why...