lendell, you shot sam gardner. meteor punctured our oxygen tank. need you to shallow-breathe. dominic: wait, don't we have backup air? of course. but it's limited. we're going to have to make some hard choices. you know what i mean. gotcha. wh-where's he going? problem is, we have enough air for three of us to make it back. what happened to "safety is first"? you think this is hollywood?! we're in outer space! what'd you expect? it's dangerous out here. all right. what are you guys planning to, to do? dominic: no. hold on, hold on a second. no. you can't shoot me. it'll be all over the news. shoot him! i'm famous! think about it! look, i know i should have said something earlier. i'm sorry, bro, but i'm done protecting you. keith, be quiet. he keeps a gun on board be quiet. keith, be quiet. in case we have to come down... keith, shut your mouth. (both shouting) caine: gentlemen! you are all guilty... of murder. dominic: shoot him! i got a wife. it's got to be somebody. you guys are smart enough to think this thing through. you built this thing. think about it. you can figure o