I just worked out the dialog part for this board room scene that talks about launching a new Prometheus expedition. Check it out:
Board meeting at the Weyland-Yutani Corporation on Earth. There’s a holographic read out of the annual business report that goes over the company’s revenues, profit margins and growth expectations. The board contains various shareholders, mostly ancient men from around the world, the elite wearing gray suits. The only member in the room at the moment who isn’t over the age of 80 is Yutani, who energetically reviews the statistics.
Yutani: “The combined revenue expected for next quarter is certain to exceed 15%. We would have a higher percentage but as you can see in the graph, the merger has required internal corporate re-structuring that will delay key products by another 5 years minimum as we shuffle teams around and ensure that certain middle managers get their early retirement.”
Board Member: “Mr. Yutani. Or is it Yutani-san?” Yutani shrugs. “These numbers are, indeed impressive for the board and we are quite elated at seeing the progress ensuing in such an expedient manner, considering that most consolidations of this magnitude either result in catastrophic failures or internal inertia for decades. That all said, in going over the numbers, you seemed to have glossed over two aspects that were the most pertinent. One is the Prometheus mission.”
Yutani: Squints at the thought of reviewing this aspect. “It was Mr. Weyland’s personal mission that had helped introduced a plethora of innovations for our synethetics division, weapons, interstellar space flight even colonization. If we look deeply at the impact from the mission on these charts-”
Board Member: Clearing his throat. “I’m very apologetic to interject here but despite all the aspects that this mission has supposedly succeeded in producing, the original mission statement was deemed inconclusive. More importantly, no one has yet heard back from the crew and we’re publicly demanding to know what happened as rightful shareholders in this company.”
Yutani: Sighing. “We wanted to properly prepare a statement for everyone in the known galactic-”
Board Member: “Mr. Yutani. Please.”
Yutani: “We don’t know.”
Around the board room it’s as if a graveyard of dinosaur bones had awoken from their slumber, producing ancient dust.
Yutani: “We had been receiving transmissions for roughly 3 years from launch with the android David feeding us with consistent reports. Around Christmas, they had landed on the planet. While a few occasional broadcasts containing reports of the planet had been received, most of the transmission disappeared in a sand storm on the planet. After that there had been no other updates, except one.”
Yutani plays a heavily scrambled recording that is a broken up version of Shaw’s speech at the end of Prometheus.
Shaw: “Final report…vessel Promethe….crew….gone….only death here now.”
This revelation turns the boardroom into something like a shouting match during a football game at a retirement home.
Board Member: “If that’s the situation, why on Earth would you authorize another mission?”
Yutani: Growing cocky. “We believe that there’s more to it and we want to find answers.”
More outrage ensues.
Board Member: “So you’re asking us to burn our equity on a hunch just like the last time?”
Yutuni: “Not your equity. My equity. Which I should remind you that you handed over to the Weyland corporation, and thus myself in the merger of our corporations, when the Prometheus was destroyed. At least, that’s what the casualty claims describe.”
Board Member: “That makes no sense. You just said that there’s no way to tell whether or not the Prometheus was destroyed.”
Yutuni: “Which puts it into your best interest to help fund this next mission or the insurance claim for the trip will be so high, I’ll simply buy up your shares and cast you onto the asteroid Ceres where you’ll be grinding ore for the remainder of your lives.”
Board Member: “That might be the case. But in order to receive the full claim, you need one vote from the Weyland side.”
Vickers: Emerging from the shadows. “That vote has been cast.” The room grow silenced.