[Subtitles by danielsangeo]
So, what are my options here?
I could shoot down every one of
these tentacle things individually,
but then they would puke up so
much, this ramp would turn into
a Slip 'N Slide of blood, and I
just washed that off of me.
What I want to do is lay that satchel charge
in here and watch these things blow up.
But, call me old-fashioned,
but I'm still squeamish
about setting off explosives underground.
I'm sure the studies show--oh, look, ammo.
[teleportation sound]
Ow, shit!
[vortigaunts charging]
I'M BOXED IN!
YEAH, THAT FISH IN A BARREL
TRICK DOESN'T WORK SO WELL
WHEN THE FISH HAS A SHOTGUN, DOES IT?!
Well, that was interesting.
Looks like the aliens are taking
a page from the military's book.
The military put soldiers in a
box to pop out of,
the aliens wait out of
the box for me to go into.
Tactical combat is strange, man.
No wonder people have to train
so much for this stuff.
Ah, "Wet Floor". Thank God for that sign.
That is the number one hazard
around here: wet floors.
Whoa, shit, these floors ARE wet.
I bet a higher percentage of
janitors survive this mess
[strange chittering noises]
more than any other type of employee.
[strange chittering noises]
If they were holding a mop,
[strange chittering noises]
they already had a weapon in their hands,
[strange chittering noises]
they know the entire building,
[strange chittering noises]
and they have the keys to everything.
[strange chittering noises]
What the hell was that?
[strange chittering noises]
[strange chittering noises]
I saw something in the water.
[strange chittering noises]
And these annoying fucking chittering noises
[strange chittering noises]
don't inspire confidence
[strange chittering noises]
that everything's fine.
[strange chittering noises]
That and it smells like mildew down here
[strange chittering noises]
so you know that--
[teleportation sound]
Oh!
[vortigaunt powering up]
Wait! No!
[strange chittering noises]
[strange chittering noises]
Oh my God! That is SO unfair,
[strange chittering noises]
attacking while I'm distracted!
[strange chittering noises]
You're acting like
[strange chittering noises]
you're trying to kill me!
[strange chittering noises]
What is wrong with everyone?
[strange chittering noises]
[strange chittering noises]
I am finding it disturbing how little
[strange chittering noises]
I'm seeing aliens fight the soldiers
[strange chittering noises]
or soldiers fight the aliens.
[strange chittering noises]
Everyone is trying to kill me
[strange chittering noises]
and unarmed civilians.
[strange chittering noises]
How dysfunctional is that?
It's like if they think if I die, all their
problems will magically be solved.
When the Japanese invaded Pearl Harbor,
was our first priority to send the troops in
to start killing off all the
remaining dockworkers?
Whoa, that looks dangerous.
And it's refreshingly non-subtle.
Okay, people, let's hear
options. MacIntyre, you first.
"Well, I don't really want to get
back in the water this quarter.
"For starters I just killed a shark, okay?
"And I saw something swimming down there.
"So, how can that be good?"
"Ah, see, I thought of that, too, but
the Big Gaping Hole Strategy is flawed
"due to the ragged chunks
of metal surrounding it.
"No, gentlemen, I think there's
only one course for our company.
"Allow me to demonstrate."
Yeah, I'd like to see a fish do this.
I think this proves that, in addition to
aliens, I am superior to fish as well.
I'm starting to get pretty sick
of all this swimming--aaaah!
I don't think this suit's
really designed for it.
I can't have that. That's how Bruce Lee
died; too much water in his brain.
Of course, I don't think that
happened to him from swimming,
it was painkillers or something.
But then, hey, look at me.
I am the Bruce Lee of physics.
Oh, look, there's somebody over there.
[bullsquid grunts, spits]
[bullsquid grunts, spits]
No, hey, I wasn't looking at you!
WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?!
Okay, no more making COPIES of
yourself after you're dead!
You should've learned about that in school.
[klaxons sound]
Um, off... OFF!
[klaxons sound, machinery starts up]
Wait, I was supposed to stop
pressing strange buttons, wasn't I?
I haven't learned anything.
Knowing us, I bet these machines serve
no other purpose than to crack nuts.
That button says "Generator"
but, give me a break.
Why would you have two sets of ENORMOUS
pistons slamming into each other like that?
It's obvious what's going on here.
It's the same as the
crate-smashing room.
If we don't spend a billion
dollars one year,
then we don't get a billion
dollars the next year.
And if we don't get a billion
dollars the next year,
then we have to go and spend more
money on lobbyists to get the laws changed
so we get our billion dollars
the year after that.
And nobody wants that because then we
might have to compete with other lobbyists.
We could get into a bidding war.
That's how democracy works.
On the other hand, the
nutcracker room here is a sure thing.
I make fun of it, but in the long run,
it's probably faster and cheaper
just to build the giant nutcracker,
write it off and be done with it.
Man, if I had known
about this place earlier,
I would've been tempted to get a dead pig,
dress it up in a lab uniform,
then throw it into the crushers here.
You wouldn't be able to identify
a damned thing without a lab report.
The pig would probably be
drained of blood, though,
so I'd have to pick up some
donor packs from Eddie to do it right.
THAT WAS HELLA CLOSE TO ME!
ANOTHER FOOT, THAT WOULD'VE
BEEN INSIDE ME!
Maybe that's what the crushers are for.
For when those things teleport inside your
head and you become a walking xenomorph.
They provide a nice easy way for
you to kill yourself.
[vortigaunt powers up]
No, not you, dammit!
Your help isn't any help at all!
You're just breaking things.
AND I COULD DO IT BETTER!
That was to prove a point.
Guess nobody needs that computer now.
I wonder if I just screwed
somebody using our network.
They're always "404!" or "503!"
Why can't there be "Error 482 -
Somebody shot the server with a 12-guage.
Please contact your
administrator."
Quiero un poco de drogas.
¿Donde estan? Tengo dinero.
SCIENTIST: Gordon Freeman,
it is you, isn't it?
SCIENTIST: The Science Team has been tracking
Oh, you speak English. Even better.
SCIENTIST: your progress with
the Black Mesa Security System.
SCIENTIST: Unfortunately, so has
the military.
SCIENTIST: That suit of yours is
full of tracking devices.
SCIENTIST: Still, it's better
than going naked in this place.
SCIENTIST: It's cold in there and you'll have to hurry.
"Tracking devices"?!
SCIENTIST: It could sap your suit
power in a matter of moments.
SCIENTIST: If you're bent on
reaching the Lambda Complex,
SCIENTIST: then you'll want to keep
No...
SCIENTIST: to the older industrial areas
where the security system is full of holes.
SCIENTIST: It's worked for me... so far.
What the hell is this? I have
tracking devices on me?
No wonder everyone keeps
popping out to kill me!
Why could no one else be
bothered to tell me this?
You said everyone's monitoring me.
That means everyone's in on this.
I... I'm going to need
a minute to think about this.
That's about all I've decided so far.
So no worries. You're good.