Character: Sam Ackerman

- Hey, Doc! We found it!
- Excellent! Can get inside?
- Everything is locked.
- Look around - there must be a way...
- Doc, I found the entrance.
- Well! We need a cylinder approximately two feet in length. Do you see it?
- There!.. Doc?

- Okay, Tim. You're right - he's counting on you. You're the soldier, right? Well, soldier... with an unloaded gun.
- Plague! There is not see a damn thing! And as we do in all of this managed to happen?
- We need the Doc, Sam!
- Damn it, Kaufman! We're not soldiers! You don't even know which end to hold a rifle!

- Oh, my God, Kaufman. It's useless!
- Alpha-9, it's Whiskey-2-5-0. Serrano, do you copy?
- Tim? Oh, thank God! Did you find it?
- Found? Doc, I don't even know what we're looking for!
Just move the reference point coordinates I sent! That's all I've got.
- "Move to reference point"? Yes, we have three hours for him to go - and nothing!
- Get there as fast as possible! Can you hear me? You have to get, otherwise all is lost!..
What? Oh, no! Damn!