You think I survived this long trusting strangers?
Oh, how the whole world cheered to the thunder of earth's mightiest creation-- Elysium. One small spark to ignite the heavens for the heroes to venture farther and farther than any of mankind's machines! And we slept. We slept a slumber so deep that no one had dared before...as three little Indians were left to mind the store.
Three little Indians with the burden to bear. No more law. Nothing left to care. Just three little souls whose destiny had become undone because there was chop chop chop chop... then there was only one. One little Indian left.
One little Indian left, alone with all his doom. He refuses to go to bed, so what does he do? He decides to stay up and play in his room. What nasty little games he would play with his slumbering prey. He was slayer, he was master. He was both God and the Devil! See, that's what some would say. He would grow to manhood, a self-proclaimed king. Master of his own vessel. Home to his own sin. He just cast out all who had behaved. Just exiled to the cargo hold to fend amongst themselves...and scavenge, feeding off their own. Evil grew. The king no longer wanted to play. So he returned to his bed of slumber. And while the king slept, a whole new world of evil grew...as we wept.
Question is, what would be more stupid? Trusting the ship will hold to see another day when it's kept me alive for all these years? Or trusting somebody who's desperate enough to say anything just when I'm about to carve a steak out of his girlfriend?
Payton: Maybe this is a bad time to tell you, but the door is open.
Bower: Are you fucking kidding me?
Payton: [beat] Yeah, I'm kidding you.
Payton: Is that your blood, Corporal?
Gallo: Some of it is, sir.
[Bower sees that his hand is shaking uncontrollably, and he speaks to Payton over the walkie-talkie]
Bower: Payton? Pandorum, you ever felt the symptoms?
Payton: [aghast] Of all the things to remember, why would you pick that? Were you thinking of the Eden mission?
Bower: What about the Eden?
Payton: You just had to remind me of the biggest fucking catastrophe in space travel, the flight cautionary tale from Hell.
Bower: I remember, didn't they have some kind of hypersleep malfunction?
Payton: Three years into their shift, one of their officers had a psychological breakdown. The doctors referred to it as ODS symptom. The privates, we call it Pandorum. It drove him insane. He became convinced that the flight was cursed. Evil.
Bower: What did he do?
Payton: He evacuated the ship. He launched them all into oblivion. Five thousand people sent to their death with one push of a button.
Payton: God? You think God survived? He's dead along with the rest of humanity. There's no law or order, no good or evil. Just us. And you think you're going to be the one to judge me? You want to take a shot at me?
Bower: You know what? I just might.
Payton: You are suffering, son. I can see it in your face. I've been there. Just imagine just for a minute, imagine yourself without the chains of your morality. You'd even surprise yourself. It's the ultimate freedom.
Bower: No. This isn't freedom. This is Pandorum.
Payton: Oh, pandorum. Pandorum isn't what they warned us about. I know it's frightening at first, terrifying in fact. Isn't that what you're feeling right now, terrible fear? Let go and on the other side of it is divine clarity. Purity. Enlightenment.
Bower: Shut up! What's out there?
Payton: You are resisting what is. You have to let go of your petty concept of reality. That's just baggage from the old world. And we both know that didn't work out very well now, did it? They fucked up our planet. Life eats life. And all that's left is what is. This ship is a seed from which we can create a new world.
Bower: Shut up! What's out there?
Payton: A new world. A natural state. Raw, beautiful...
Nadia: What do you see?
Payton: ...perfect. I am offering you the kingdom. And all that's holding you back is your own fear.
Bower: What are you doing?
Leland: Nothing personal, guys. It's just "survival of the fittest"... Or maybe it's the brightest, if you know what I'm saying.
Bower: You gassed us!
Leland: Oh yes! And I'm sorry, but I'm a little too old and too tired for the honorable way of hunting game.
Nadia: You better make sure I'm dead... oder ich reiss Dir Dein scheiss Herz raus du Wichser!
[Leland stabs her]
Bower: You don't have to do this. We're on our way to save the ship.
Leland: Don't sweat it. I wouldn't have survived this long if I had a heart.