(music, glass shattering)
(dramatic music)
- [Tegu] Bet you can't catch me!
- [Boy] Tegu, stop!
We shouldn't be down here.
- [Tagu] Don't be a baby.
Keep up.
- Tegu.
Tegu stop, Tegu look!
(dramatic music)
- The Jackal.
I wanna see inside.
- No, come back, he'll skin you alive and wear
you flesh as a coat.
You've heard what they say.
- Let's see if they're true.
(soft orchestral music)
- [The Jackal] Come closer.
Here.
Wipe that shit off your face.
Anyone know you're down here, kid?
- I know who you are, you're the Jackal, aren't you?
- Is that what they call me?
- After the god of the dead.
- How old are you kid?
- 10.
- Labrynthian years?
- Above years.
- Impossible.
- You remember the red sun?
The desert sky?
- I was born underground.
- By who?
- My mother.
- There's no women down here, kid.
- She's the only one, she's a prisoner.
She always talks about you, ever since I can remember.
Everyone fears the Jackal, even my father,
they say you're a demon warrior, a killer.
Is that true?
- The human race is dead because of me.
- What did you do?
- My name is Jack Deadman.
I'm the last of the human race, I was their final hope.
And I failed.
The world we once knew turned to sand and fire.
The stormy sky red as blood over an endless burning desert.
Men turned to ashes, water became dust,
and the ever expanding sun into which our planet
ventured too close, melted our civilized minds.
The poor burrowed deep into the ground to escape
the deathly rays and nightmarish heat,
where they lived like savages
while the rich hunted for water, relentless and desperate
to save our dying earth.
(door creaking)
(suspenseful music)
- All clear.
- Is that it?
- One way in, one way out.
Just like they said.
- Everyone stay alert I want to get this over with quick.
There could be just about anything behind that door.
We find the source of the water
we get the fuck out, are we clear?
- Yes Commander, sir.
Killbride, find out what we're dealing with.
Can you open it?
- Boys, you might want to take a step back
and cover those ears.
If you wanted to make a stealthy intrusion
this is the worst way to do it.
- Open it.
(shrieking)
- What the fuck was that?
- Hush, quiet!
(shrieking)
Harvs, go take a look.
- You want me to go alone?
- I'll go.
- You stay here, Deadman, Harvs can go.
Get me the rope.
These tunnels are all the same you need this
to find your way back.
And Harvs?
You encounter anything unpleasant down there
just scream and we'll pull you straight out.
- If I encounter anything unpleasant, sir,
I'm gonna grease the fucker.
- Harvs, you found something?
- It's a dead end.
Wait, there's a hidden passage.
(creaking)
(creature eating)
(shrieking)
Get me the fuck out of here now!
- Shit, get him out of there!
Jesus, move, go, pull!
(gun firing)
Fuck! Go, go, go, go!
Harvs!
(growling)
Harvs, run!
(yelling)
(heavy breathing)
(screaming)
(squishing)
- [Alba] Fuck!
- Now I know why they call it Labrynthia.
We're in a fucking maze!
- Well how are we supposed to get out?
- We're not.
Are we commander?
- Does it matter if we get out?
All that matters is we find the water.
To do that we need to go deeper.
We stick together.
- No Commander.
The walls change again, and they will, we'll all be trapped.
We fail, the water is trapped down here forever.
Everyone up there dies.
- Then what do you suggest, Deadman?
- I'll go, you both hang back.
- No.
We'll stick together.
I'll go, I'm leading this mission.
- Commander!
Sir, I'm doing this.
- Jack!
- It's final, it'll be worth it.
- Jack!
The rope.
- You hear a scream, don't come after me.
You run.
For a decade I've hidden in the shadows.
Trapped down here with the rest of them,
trapped down here like rats.
- Why didn't you go back?
- There's nothing to go back to, kid.
Better to stay buried than face the ghosts
of a fallen world I couldn't save.
- Is that what I should tell my mother?
- Tell her...
I didn't know.
- I won't her that I was actually here.
Hopefully then she'll still have hope.
- Hope?
Hope died with the planet, kid.
- Jack, even the rats find a way out.
- So terribly sorry to bother you, my lordship.
- [Ramses] What did you call me, slave?
- I mean, my excellence, my almighty god,
my genius, my, my,
- [Ramses] Beauty?
- Oh yes, of course, I was thinking of it all along,
my most wonderous beauty, precious daffodils biding
in the sunlight.
- [Ramses] Sunlight!
- No, no, no, a slip of the tongue, milord.
My beauty, beautiful lordship.
- [Ramses] Shut you sniveling hole, you filthy dogs bollock!
- Yes I am.
- Share the purpose of this unwanted disturbance.
- I have bad news regarding your son, my beauty.
- He's dead?
Finally?
- Not quite,
he's gone.
- Gone?
- He's in, he's found the wereabouts
of none other than the mysterious
Jackal.
- [Ramses] Find my son!
Bring him to me!
- Yes of course, sire.
And what reward is to be given to
the boy when he's found,
perhaps a bottle of water?
- Eat the boy.
- Very good sire, I love the brain.
- No!
The brain is mine!
(water spashing)
- Boy!
There you are you little blighter!
Come here you sneaking little worm,
your father's gonna be furious!
Now, now, you cheeky little cherub,
now don't think I'm not gonna hurt you
just cause of your father.
He gave the order to have you returned
by any means necessary.
And I don't think he's gonna mind
if you're missing a few of those little white teeth.
Where the bleedin' hell have you been anyway?
- I was exploring!
And I found the Jackal's lair!
- Oh really?
Who's met the Jackal?
You and your childish imagination.
- It's true, he lives down below the pipes.
- The pipe is out of bounds, now you keep your
disgusting, childly germs away from our water,
you rat!
You'll contaminate us all!
- I didn't touch the water!
- The Jackal is just a ghost story
that your stupid mum told you to stop
you from wandering off down the tunnels and getting lost.
- My mum is not stupid, or afraid.
You're the ones who fear him.
- I don't fear nothing.
- [The Jackal] Let the kid go!
- Who's there?
Now stop hiding in the shadows like a coward
and show your filthy mug.
Come on out, like a man.
I don't bite.
- [The Jackal] No, but I do!
(clattering)
(laughing maniacally)
Run kid.
A ghost story huh?
Unlucky you.
You can't kill what's already dead.
(intense music)
(gun firing)
Don't look.
(gun firing)
Take me to her.
You can drive that thing?
- Sure, it's a tunnel racer.
It'll get us there faster.
- How many times you driven one of these?
- Once.
- Once?
- How many times have you?
(yelling with glee)
(crashing)
- Jack?
- I've got to speak to the emperor.
- [Ramses] What, may I ask,
do you wish to say?
- Ramses! Show yourself!
- So, the mighty Jackal has returned.
And what, may I ask, has beckoned you
to intrude upon my kingdom?
- You've kept something that doesn't belong to you.
- You are mistaken Mr. Jackal.
Everything from the brink here belongs to me.
- The boy says you have a prisoner, a female.
- So after all these years of silence,
this is what summons you from your pit?
- Yes, and I'll wait no longer.
- As you wish, Mr. Jackal.
Brogdale, release the female.
- But, but master,
- I said go, you foul beast!
(chains clinking)
- Jack?
Is it really you?
- My son.
My son.
You should've stayed hidden Mr. Jackal.
100 liters of water to the man who brings him
to me alive.
(intense music)
I said bring him to me!
- Jack!
Deadman, stop!
Where are you taking us?
- As far away from them as we can get.
- You're heading deeper into Labyrinthia.
- You'd rather I left you with them?
- Jack, look, you've been gone 10 years,
you don't know as much as you think you do.
Ramses, he isn't afraid of you.
And they will catch us unless we reach
the exit before they do.
- There is no exit to this labyrinth.
- Well then we're already dead.
Hurry Jack switch, I'm leading.
(gun firing)
- Keep driving.
- Jack! Jack!
(exploding)
- [Jack] Alba, Alba.
(yelling)
(whispering) Alba.
- How! How did he know?
- What?
- How did my son know where to find him?
Huh? You lying wolf!
- I swear I never said a word!
- How long have you been planning this?
How long has he been hunting?
- I didn't do this, I thought he was dead!
- Don't take me for a fool!
You repugnant bitch!
- You think I would sit and rot
in this fucking cage all this time if I'd known
he was out there?
- It reeks in here Brogdale,
smells like fish!
Smells all fishy.
- What has she been doing here?
All by herself.
- Does my son know?
- He knows nothing!
- You better pray he knows nothing!
And you better hope the Jackal
doesn't find out either!
- Jack isn't dumb like you, he'll figure it out.
I'll make sure he knows.
- And I'll make sure he's dead within the hour!
And forget about Toga, from now on he stays
with his father!
- It's Tegu, sire.
- I know the name of my own son,
you terminal, fucking disease!
- Leave my son alone, Ramses!
He's all I live for.
- Brogdale, get this woman a mint,
a very strong mint.
- Up!
Get up!
(spashing)
Get up!
- No!
- Obey your father!
(glass breaking)
Do not let yourself fool!
This is not about your ability
to stop yourself falling!
(yelling)
It's about your ability to get back up!
Most of my education, I learned from my grandfather,
he raised me when my parents no longer could.
Very wise man, never liked me even as a boy.
He used to tell me the story,
that deep in the mines where it was unsafe to venture,
there rested a banshee.
Her screams could be heard before a tragedy would strike.
As it often did.
He said, those that encountered the banshee
learned of a mystical power of which you posess,
anything a person wanted to be,
a miner, a soldier,
a great king,
this banshee could make you become.
The tale was, of course, just a big time story
they told to stop the children playing
in the dangerous mines at most,
but I was fascinated by the idea of this
fictional power, I never wanted to be
someone's slave, hammering tunnels
for the rich and desperate.
I wanted to be better than all of them,
and though I never met the banshee,
and most likely never existed
outside that hateful bastards deluded mind,
I became emperor.
You see, boy, there is no mystical power
to help you succeed.
I watched as this world fell to its knees
and begged me to help,
those that didn't join me turned to ashes.
The entire human race swept away
like tiny grains of sand, lost in the desert storm.
(heavy breathing)
Silence!
Fools!
Everyone of us, for fearing this palace insect
strung up before us.
The Jackal is nothing but a remnant from the old race,
my trophy for the battle I won!
(yelling)
It was his people that forced us down into the earth,
who made us work day and night like slaves,
digging, crafting these tunnels,
I saw men drop dead with exhaustion,
heard the screams of hundreds as tunnels collapsed.
Cave crashed!
- Stop it!
- I saw their skin turn hard as stone,
blood to sand and eyes to dust
as the dehydration grew, as that blazing red star
grew ever closer.
Burnt!
Would they spare us so much as one sip of water?
Not a single drop!
I drank the blood of my fallen coworkers,
else I too would've been bone and dust.
Labyrinthia is encrusted with those demon spirits
whose remains rest within these walls,
whose very bones make up the floor
on which we tread.
- This isn't Labyrinthia.
This is hell!
- No, Mr. Jackal,
this is something far worse!
- Leave him alone!
Leave now.
Before I kill every fucking one of you!
(chain clattering)
(heavy breathing)
Jack, you idiot.
(crying)
Jack, don't leave me.
Don't leave me here alone!
Jack.
(gentle music)
I'm not leaving you.
I gotta get us out of here, Jack.
Okay, it's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.
I promise.
I don't know how people can live down here.
- They're not people, neither century.
You okay?
- Yes, Commander.
It's not the mission.
- What?
What?
Alba.
Does Jack know?
Oh god.
Oh Jesus.
Jesus.
You both should've stayed.
- We trained for this and it means everything to him.
- You need to go back.
Please no, I'm fine!
- What if he dies out there?
- Wait, stop!
- I'm calling it off!
- Please don't!
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
- Deadman!
Deadman!
- I found the water!
- Deadman, Deadman!
Deadman!
It's Alba, she,
(gurgling)
(growling)
- Alba, run!
(gun firing)
(growling)
(scary music)
(gun firing)
- [Jack] Alba!
- Jack!
- Alba!
(screaming)
Don't let go Alba!
- Jack!
- Hold on!
- I'm sorry!
(screaming)
- Alba!
- Hey, hey, hey.
In training they never said it would be like this.
Felt the heart back then, it was trying so
desperately to become something.
I never stopped to realized it was probably
the best time of my life.
The world was doomed, Jack, yet life was simple.
We'd fight.
We'd find a way to victory and if we didn't
well then we'd never know.
- You did this?
- Did the best I could.
- Thank you.
- I miss it, Jack.
The sky.
The daylight.
The fresh air.
Even the heat of the sun was bearable
compared to this.
I miss believing we could save the world.
- We were young and stupid.
- No, we were young and brave
now we're old and stupid.
- It's over Alba.
We failed.
- We failed once.
- Once chance was all we had.
- Don't we have the chance now, Jack?
A chance to get out of here with me.
(inspring music)
Even if we die, even if there's nothing to go back to
we haven't failed until we've given up.
And I won't give up.
I am done, I am done with tunnels,
I am done with a beast of a man,
I am done with darkness, with chains, with hoping,
wondering, waiting.
I just want to sit underneath
the night sky one last time
and look up at the starts with you, Jack.
(inspiring orchestral music)
- Psst.
Ugly, ugly, yeah you, ugly.
Come over here.
- Quiet filth, you'll wake the master.
- Pass me the water.
My throat, please, it's right there.
I need explosives.
- Cascabell.
- No, explosives.
- Cascabell, the dynamite maker.
- Where do I find him?
- His chamber, not far from here.
- Do you wish you could see the sun, Brogdale?
Breathe in new air?
- The sun?
- Help me now and I can free you from Labyrinthia.
- It's too risky.
- Why?
- There was a group of bomb makers working
for the military, their bosses kept demanding
better explosives, more destruction, more fire,
more death, the power of what they were creating
wasn't safe, but the military didn't care.
Until one terrible day there was an accident,
a fire erupted from within the facility
and a lockdown was triggered to contain it.
But the bomb makers were unable to evacuate,
they were sealed inside the roaring furnace,
surrounded entirely by crate upon crate
of the explosives they had created.
When the fire burned out and all was smoke and ash,
they returned to the ruined lab expecting to find the
group of charred corpses, but that is not what they found.
- What did they find?
- When the bone is burned, the skin disintegrated
and the blood grew thick and sticky
and the bone soft like candle wax.
As they melted in the heat they fused together
into one monstrous mutation, a vengeful creature
that came to be know as Cascabell.
Divine knowledge of all these bomb makers
made for the most lethal dynamite maker
in the whole of Labyrinthia, but now he
works for the master, even he fears Cascabell.
- I'll do it.
I'll go.
- No.
- Wait, wait.
Maybe Cascabell wouldn't harm masters own son.
- You can get the dynamite?
- Then be careful and be quick.
- Wish I could've helped, but you made the right choice.
- I have a bigger task for you.
- You better kill me now than ask me to do this.
- I'm not asking.
- Beautiful.
- Yes, Brogdale.
How dare you disturb my slumber.
Is this some kind of sick joke?
What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- Just a spot of spring cleaning, milord.
- In the middle of the fucking night?
- One wouldn't want one's chamber
to become infested with rats, sire.
- The only rats in this chamber, Brogdale, is you!
(gun firing)
- I'm sorry, master.
- I am not your master,
I am your enemy!
(gun firing)
(low growling)
(dramatic music)
(laughing)
- I got the dynamite
and I got his fire maker.
- Find the tunnel below, watch out for dripping water.
- Okay.
- Stand far back from the drips, you understand?
Wait for us there.
Hold this.
- Dynamite isn't gonna blow open that door,
I've been here ten years, you don't think
I've tried that already?
Jack?
- We're not getting out through the door.
Give me the dynamite.
Get back against the wall.
- Jack what are you doing?
- Just trust me Alba.
(exploding)
(gentle guitar music)
- Are you okay?
- Brogdale!
Brogdale!
- The master is in the tunnels,
we must hurry or we trapped in this labyrinth.
- Death blasters.
- That way, quick!
- Mom!
- Tegu!
Tegu!
No, no, no, no, no,
- It's too late Alba, he's gone.
- Get off of me.
- We can't go back, I'm sorry.
- We must hurry.
- We have to go back he's your son!
He's your son!
I was pregnant before we entered this fucking death maze.
I couldn't let you do the mission alone
if they knew I was pregnant with you baby.
- Does he know?
- I told him every single day.
- Is there a way?
- You'll never make it back.
- But is there a way?
- Of course.
- [Ramses] One, two, three, four, five,
once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
then I let him go again.
Why did you let him go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.
One, two, three, four, five,
- [Alba] Tegu!
- [Ramses] Why did you let him go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite.
This little finger on the right.
Seems they've left you behind, Tegu.
Left you with your father.
- I am not your son!
(gun firing)
- From the moment you slithered out from
between your mothers bloody thighs,
you were mine!
I may not be your father,
though not from my lack of trying,
but your life belongs to me, Tegu.
I decide when you sleep, when you eat,
if you live.
If you...
die.
And I've made my decision,
son.
(gun firing)
- Tegu!
(gun firing)
- Tegu!
- Dad, you came back.
- I'll get you out of here, I promise.
- You can't, we're trapped.
- No Tegu,
even the rats find a way out,
remember?
Go, quickly, go!
- Not without you, Jack.
- I have to finish this.
- What if you don't make it out?
What if we never see you again?
- Don't look for me, don't wait for me Alba.
Just promise me you'll never give up.
Promise me you'll find a way.
- I promise.
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
- It's too late Jack!
You'll never get out of Labyrinthia!
(clattering)
- Now it's your turn Ramses, to watch your world
go up in flames.
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
- This is it, Tegu.
The old world.
- All this should be desert and ruins.
- But it's not.
We made it.
Sh, sh, sh, it's okay, it's okay.
Let mummy see, let me see.
See?
It's not bad, okay?
It's not as bad as it looks.
- It hurts.
- Okay.
- It's bleeding.
- It's okay.
Now look, you've gotta stay brave, okay?
Okay brave like your father.
Sh, okay, listen, listen, listen,
we have the whole earth, just you and me,
the whole world, okay?
Just need to rest.
- What about Jack?
- You feel that?
- It's warm.
- I thought it was getting hotter the closer
we got to the sun but...
it's cold here.
The heat was coming from Labyrinthia.
- What about Jack?
What about my father?
- He stayed in Labyrinthia.
He stayed down there, he destroyed Labyrinthia,
he defeated Ramses so that we could be free up here.
- So he'll never be with us.
- He is with us, Tegu, okay?
- We should keep moving,
explore what's out there, in case there's others.
Bad others.
- I think we left all the bad others behind,
but you're right.
We should keep moving.
- Stop.
Listen, listen Alba.
- What is it?
- There's water, it's actually running water.
And to think it was right here, all this time.
Do you know what those are?
- No.
- They're trees.
- What are they for?
- Well when there's sunlight and water things grow.
Means they can live.
But it means there's a light here for us too.
You know, when I was a little girl, I was about your age,
I used to climb all the way to the top.
I'd race the boys and I'd win, of course.
- Did you ever reach the sky?
- Clouds are a lot further away than you think.
Brogdale!
We should get going,
build a fire before the darkness comes.
Come on let's go find somewhere safe.
(crackling)
- Do you think there are others out there?
- I don't know, Brogdale.
There must be if we got out.
- Do you think there are women out there?
- I hope so.
- If there's none, perhaps it'd be up to us
to repopulate the earth.
- There will be others.
You know, it was really brave what you did back there.
I haven't had the chance to say thank you.
- I wasn't brave.
I was just tired of the master, I mean Ramses.
Tired of being his slave.
- We were all slaves in Labyrinthia.
And you had as much of a hand in our escape
as everyone else.
- I should've killed myself when I had the chance.
I never believed we could get out.
Never.
- You took a leap of faith and it paid off.
- Will Tegu be okay?
- He took a hit by Ramses death blaster
but he'll make it.
- He's tough, just like his mother.
- I don't know, another year in that underworld
and I'm pretty sure I would've given up.
- I'm glad you didn't.
Believing you could do, that's why we won.
- If we sleep will you watch over us?
- I'll watch you sleep all night.
I've done it many times, for protection anyway.
I must stay awake.
- Dad?
Dad?
- Seems you were right about me, Tegu.
- Right about what?
- You believed in me when I no longer believed
in myself.
I lost hope.
Accepted my fate to suffer in the shadows
of Labyrinthia for all eternity.
Your intrusion reminded me of my...
younger, more optimistic self.
I never knew such hope could exist
in that underground hell.
- What happened to you?
- I foolishly dreamt of saving the human race,
but if I could save my family, my son,
then it would be worth dying for.
Every last tunnel, destroyed by my hand,
and Ramses, scorched to dust among
the ashes of his ancestors.
And every man he ever led to their death.
- And you burnt with him.
- I am sorry Tegu.
There was no other way.
(suspenseful music)
(yelling)
- Where is my son?
Where is my son?
- The boy wandered off!
- Liar!
You're lying!
- He went towards the river, he went alone
once you were sleeping.
- If you've hurt him, if you've even hurt a hair
on his head I will carve your fucking eyes out
and feed them to Brogdale.
- Do you give me the eyes?
- I promise you lady I've only been watching.
- Watching?
Watching me for what purpose?
What were you gonna do to me?
- I never find people out here.
You're not from the colonies are you?
- There are other people here?
- Of course, but not this far out.
- Where, where are they?
- Back where I came from, my colony.
My home.
There are legends, dark myths of underground
civilizations, doorways to hidden worlds
beneath the earth.
There aren't many who scavenge for things
abandoned from the past, if you can navigate
the overgrown territories, all of our histories
scattered amongst the trees and rock.
- He's not a threat Alba, he's barely a man.
- These people, your colony, they'll let us stay?
- If you were peaceful.
- We are peaceful.
- You are?
- I fight to survive and I fight for my son.
- The colony could use a warrior woman.
A woman like you.
- I'm a warrior woman too, sometimes,
well I can be.
Whatever the colony needs, we have friends
to repopulate the earth, don't we?
- There are already too many people to provide for.
- Perhaps just one or two.
- You hold him here I'm gonna find Tegu,
then you'll take us to your people.
- Are there women in the colony?
- Of course.
- Are they beautiful like the feathers of a dove,
floating on a summer breeze.
- Not for you.
We have dogs for that.
- I don't know this place.
- You don't need me.
To be free of the thought of giving up,
that's enough.
Whenever you hear the wind call,
hear the leaves rustle in the trees,
know that I'm out here.
- [Alba] Tegu!
Tegu!
- Time for me to say a final goodbye, Tegu.
- When will I see you again?
- You won't.
- [Tegu] That was the last time I saw my father.
In the brief time I knew him, he taught me many things.
There comes a time in a boys life
when they have to become a man.
That time brings great fear.
You may try to run from it
and the pain the change will cause,
the devastation, and in my case, the ending of an
old way of life, the fall of our leader Ramses
and the rise of me and my mother.
With the help of my father I learned to never give up,
to keep on trying, to reach my destiny no matter the cost,
no matter the fear.
Now we live in the old world,
to begin a new life now that we're free from Labyrinthia,
to explore what the future brings, now that we have one.
(inspiring orchestral music)