[roaring]
[low rumbling]
[eerie whooshing] [creature screeching]
[explosion rumbling] [tone ringing]
[mysterious music]
- [comms beep] - [Gamble] Houston, this is Excursion.
We see a good orbit-insertion burn. Over.
- [comms beep] - [man] Excursion, this is Houston.
We copy and concur. Good 0-1 burn.
- [comms beep] - [Gamble] Houston, can you confirm
good KU antenna coverage for lander deploy?
[comms beep]
[Flight Director] INCO, this is the flight director.
How does our KU look for lander docking system release?
[INCO] Flight, this is INCO. We should have good KU coverage
all the way through IDS release.
In fact, we're covered all the way through the landing air lock egress.
[music continues]
- [comms beep] - [Gamble] Houston,
stack going to minus Z-L-V.
[Prop] Flight, Prop. Uh, RCS margins good.
[Flight Director] Copy. Control systems propellant quantities good.
[EECOM] Flight, EECOM. Lander umbilicals dead-faced.
[Flight Director] Copy. Lander on internal power.
[ship beeping] [lander thrusters rumbling]
[uplifting music]
De-orbit burn tig in five, four,
three, two, one.
- [loud rumbling] - T-orbit burn in progress.
[Rendezvous] Flight, Rendezvous. Excursion sep maneuver is nominal.
[man] Lander, this is Houston. We show nominal de-orbit.
Looks pretty good from this end.
[dramatic music]
The eagle has landed...
again.
[astronauts cheering, shouting]
Way to go! Yes!
Houston, we have touchdown at MET 182 days, 11 hours,
53 minutes, 37 seconds.
- [comms beep] - [man] Excursion, Houston.
You are go to reconfigure nominal DAP, B-1.
- Copy, Houston. Selecting item 30. - I'm there.
- Set PET countdown. - [beeping]
It's one hour till party time, baby.
[intriguing music]
[comms beep]
[Sampas] Commanding camera boom deployment.
[EVA] Flight, EVA. Air lock depressurization complete.
Hatch coming open.
Comm check on IFM uplink. Do you read?
[Gamble] We're with you, Patrick.
[grand music]
[Sampas] Houston, Excursion. Deploying Rover Two.
[man] We confirm Rover Two's telemetry is go for deploy.
[man 2] Excursion, this is Houston.
Are you receiving Rover One's carrier signal through the lander's uplink?
[Sampas] That's affirm, Houston.
We expect excellent video from Rover One.
[Patrick] Not for one nation,
not for one people,
not for one creed,
but for all humankind.
[applause, cheering]
Patrick Ross, son of a senator, football star at Yale,
and now the first man on Mars.
A perfect hero for these imperfect times.
[Sampas] Patrick, this is Excursion.
I need you to check Rover Two's next drilling site for me.
[Gamble] And, Patrick, could you take a look at your primary O2
and power levels on your DCM?
[Patrick] Suit parameters all look good.
[mysterious music]
Structure around is loamy.
Loose topsoil is rock.
Drill bit shows signs of wear and tear.
It'll last. One more area.
Sector 112. Okay?
It might have been a canal bed.
[Patrick] Eight years of training, and I'm a Martian ditch digger.
You have one hour, 30 minutes surface time left.
And counting.
[Patrick] Final sample loaded.
Prepping for air lock ingress.
In a world beset by violence, hunger, and strife,
there are occasions when mankind surpasses the petty struggles of daily existence.
[man shouting, groaning]
[anchorman] The Excursion voyage to Mars is one of those occasions.
Today, America is proud.
I told them not to go!
[muffled] I told them... not to go!
- [sobbing] - [Flight Director] Three, two, one...
[thrusters rumbling]
[dramatic music]
[chuckling]
[Sampas] Let's get you outta here.
Oh, my God.
It was incredible.
A tremendous achievement that once again proves
that if we can rise above partisan politics,
America can climb to the heavens.
Thank you, Mr. President. The credit goes to my crew.
[President] Fly home safe, son.
Our prayers are with you, and God bless you.
[Patrick] Thank you, Mr. President.
[man] Flight Nav, we'd like the crew to take a star tracker pass
and perform an IMU alignment
before we update the state vector.
[man 2] Capcom, let the crew know
navigation wants a fix on a star position
and alignment of the interior moment unit
before putting a new state vector on board.
[ominous music]
Houston, this is Excursion.
We have your new state vector on board.
[man] Excursion, Houston. We copy you.
Have received the updated vector.
- Coming up on tig for transfer orbit burn. - [Gamble] Copy, Houston.
[mouthing words]
[hissing]
[Flight Director] Excursion, you are good to go.
Thanks, Houston. 30 seconds to transfer orbit tig.
[Gamble] We're homeward bound, baby.
- [Sampas] Whoo! - [Gamble laughing]
- [Sampas] Yes, sirs! - [laughing continues]
[suspenseful music]
[man] Excursion, Houston.
Transfer orbit burn in 20, 19,
18, 17,
16, 15,
14, 13, 12,
11, 10,
nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four,
three, two, one.
[squelching]
[silence]
[low tense music]
[man 2] Excursion, this is Houston calling.
Do you read us? Over.
Excursion, this is Houston. Do you copy?
For the past three minutes, every attempt to communicate
- with the Excursion has failed. - [Dr. Cromwell] I told 'em not to go!
I told 'em not to go to Mars!
I told 'em not to go!
[Flight Director] GC, Flight. Check all relay stations on the network.
Have the backup TDRS on standby.
Flight to all operators. Pull up your data passes from the burn.
Get with your back rooms. Verify we saw no anomalies.
For God's sake, somebody tell me she didn't blow.
[tense music] [alert beeping]
- [beeping stops] - [Patrick] Houston, this is Excursion.
We had a malfunction in the KU band antenna, lost telemetry and comm.
I've performed a bit of IFM, seems to be okay now.
Excursion crew is okay.
Headed for rendezvous with big blue.
It's gonna be good to get home.
Over and out.
[music continues]
[creature screeching in distance]
[low rumbling]
[intriguing music]
[woman] The extraterrestrial vulnerability experiment
has one central goal:
To discover a means to defend ourselves against the alien species,
should they ever return to Earth.
Now, as you know, gentlemen, Eve was recreated
from a frozen lab embryo.
She's a genetic duplicate of the original Sil.
Now, we have deliberately shielded Eve
from any direct contact with the male gender,
which is why, gentlemen,
you're inside there.
So.
Proceed.
[alarm blaring] [equipment motors starting]
[Eve gasping, groaning]
Ah!
[dramatic music]
Hah!
[frightened panting]
Help!
Laura! Please!
[gasping, panting]
[Dr. Baker] Okay, that's enough. Bring her up.
[music fades]
[tense music] [Eve continues panting]
[sighing]
[man] Bingo, Dr. Baker!
It worked!
Take a look at those beautiful welts.
Just beautiful. Beautiful. [chuckles]
[tense music]
What happened, Dr. Baker?
Our problem, in a nutshell:
A toxic agent works once,
but then it becomes useless once the alien's biology adapts.
You've gone out of your way to give this... this lab animal
a living situation that's fit for a queen.
I suggest you spend more time finding a way to... to 86 the damn thing.
Colonel,
you're welcome to replace me anytime you like.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
Tell Dr. Baker we must continue testing.
Aye, aye, sir.
[bright music playing on TV]
[sighs]
Why do you do this to me?
I'm sorry, Eve.
I've explained to you why we've gotta do this,
what happened with the first Sil.
And why you have to be prepared.
Survival of the fittest. I know.
[somber music]
[Eve] I watch this TV, and I see all the places I'm never gonna go
and see all the people I'm never gonna meet.
Is that all I am to you? A laboratory animal?
I want you to understand that the reason I took this job
was to make sure that these experiments were done with regard for you.
Just don't forget that I'm human too.
- [dramatic music] - [Gamble] Main gear touchdown.
[man] Shuttle ground support vehicles
with flight surgeon and medical team in the crew recovery vehicle are en route.
Thanks, Houston. It's good to be home.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
[doctor] On preliminary examination,
all three of you are in remarkable health,
though, of course, I'll continue more specific blood testing.
We do have a few people here who would like a further examination.
[screaming, cheering]
- Whoo! - [screaming continues]
Boy, there's enough fine booty out there to cure what ails me.
- Hi! - You are under quarantine, Mr. Gamble.
No sexual activity for at least 10 days.
- That means all of you. - Oh, you've gotta be kidding.
No, I'm not kidding.
[horn honking]
[indistinct chattering]
[cheering, whistling]
[man] Back when President Kennedy began the space program,
I was just a very young assistant up on the hill.
It didn't take me long to realize that he was a visionary...
and that I shared that vision.
Later on, when I became a senator,
I was determined to push our program even further into space.
And so today, Jack Kennedy's vision
is maintained by the commitment of American business.
But I like to think that his spirit is embodied
in young men like Patrick Ross.
When Patrick was four or five years old...
[whispering] What happened to Patrick?
I don't know, but he's missing some major butt-kissing
- from his own father. - [Senator Ross continues indistinctly]
He hasn't been feeling very well tonight.
Tell you the truth, I haven't been feeling so great either.
Yeah, I think what we all need is a little tender loving care.
[moaning]
So it's with a great deal of pleasure
that I introduce one of our finest young leaders,
the captain of the Mars mission...
and my son,
Patrick Ross.
[clapping]
[crowd chanting] Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!
- [chanting continues] - [Patrick whispers] I've gotta go.
Lincoln suite, upstairs. Hurry.
[clapping, chanting continue]
Captain Ross, everyone's waiting. This way, sir.
[crowd chanting] Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!
[applause, cheering intensifies]
Nice of you to show up, son.
Thank you all for coming out this evening.
Thank you, Father, for what I'm sure were overly kind words.
Um, I've been chosen on behalf of my wonderful crew
to, uh, represent the mission to Mars,
and, uh, an image that comes to my mind
is looking through the portal...
at the blue-white globe,
beautiful,
so fragile, so small.
[low tense music]
And I thought to myself...
how easy it would be to destroy all that God has created.
I think, as we look to the future,
our greatest mission might be right here at home.
[music intensifying] [applause]
[elevator bell dings]
[doors rattling open]
[low ominous music]
[doorbell rings]
[woman] It's open.
Come on in.
My sister decided to join us.
We share everything...
together.
[crowd cheering]
[steady beeping]
[man on TV] Parker's going for two, and he's in there, standing!
[woman] Pulse rate is 20 percent below human norm.
What do you expect, Brea? She's watching baseball.
[Patrick, woman grunting]
[woman] Aah! God! [moaning]
[Patrick] Ohh! God!
[cheering continues on TV] [beeping continues]
[Patrick, woman continue grunting]
[sighing, gasping] [woman chuckles]
You are a hero.
[sighing]
Oh, God.
[chuckles]
- It's my turn. - [moans]
Yes.
It is.
[woman chuckles]
[water running] [music continues]
[groaning]
- [man on TV] What a beautiful field! - [beeping accelerates]
- [Patrick] Unnnh! - [woman] Ohh!
[groaning, moaning continue]
[dramatic music] [groaning, moaning continue]
[man on TV] Here it comes!
- Parker's going for three! - [beeping accelerates]
Jeez! Did someone hit a home run?
Aaah! Aah!
[moaning]
[screams]
[groaning, shouting]
- [screaming] - My God, help me!
[screaming continues]
- [woman] Oh, my God! - Ohh! No!
[sobbing] Get off me!
[heavy breathing] [rapid beeping]
Marcy! Get him off me!
- [wailing] - Oh, my God!
[both screaming]
- Oh, my God! - [screaming continues]
[both continue screaming]
[Marcy shrieking]
[baby fussing]
[screaming, panting]
- What the hell is going on? - My God!
[panting, gasping]
[steady beep tone]
[mysterious music]
Last night, after the fundraiser,
something happened.
I try to think about it, I draw a total blank.
They always make those drinks at those fundraisers strong.
That's the way they get the wallets to open up.
Billy, you tell that old son of a bitch I won't take "no" for an answer.
There's something wrong with me, Dad,
since I got back.
Do you think a trip to Mars was rough?
You just wait till you try a senate campaign.
Dad, listen to me. I'm having...
I'm having some kind of breakdown.
Stop thinking about the master plan and help me, all right?
- I'm scared. - Goddamn it!
Quit acting like a spoiled child.
You're a Ross. Behave like one.
I'm gonna give you a piece of advice, boy.
You keep your dick in your pants
and your eyes on the prize.
Oh, I know what you been doin',
- and frankly, I don't give a damn. - Dad...
But I have seen too many young men with promising careers
piss it all away on a piece of ass.
People love you, Patrick.
Hell, boy, they idolize you.
You're gonna be President of the United States someday.
Now, let's take a walk through the gallery.
Some of my illustrious colleagues are just dyin' to get your autograph.
[dark music]
Yes, sir.
Y-yes, it's very important that I speak with Herman Cromwell.
No, h-h-he's a patient there.
Well, uh, c-can I get a message to him
that Dr. Orinsky called from the lab at Oldham Space Center up in Maryland.
Yes, i-it's very, very important I speak to him.
I'm an old colleague of his.
[sighs]
I can't believe this.
[music continues]
[Dr. Orinsky] Oh, my God.
[music intensifying]
No!
[ominous music] [squelching]
[intense music] [screaming]
[groaning]
[intense dramatic music]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[Drill Instructor] Company, halt! Left, left...
[Dr. Baker over phone] The substance found in Dr. Orinsky's wounds
is combinant alien-human DNA.
[jet engine roars]
[Dr. Baker] This DNA is structurally similar to Eve's
but it's not a perfect match.
Obviously Eve has not left the compound,
which means, gentlemen, that there's another one out there.
None of our intelligence suggests that a foreign power was involved.
How do we start looking for this thing?
Well, I would suggest normal investigative procedure
to cultivate a list of possible suspects,
and then test their blood.
Thank you, Dr. Baker.
We may ask you to help us track it down.
[Dr. Baker] Always a pleasure, gentlemen.
Get Press Lennox.
[dramatic music]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[men yelling in foreign language]
[low tense music]
Ladies and gentlemen, the embassy is secure.
The hostages are free.
Press Lennox.
Diplomatic security provides embassy guards
and protects against
kidnapping and assassination.
And also, of course,
special services like the, uh, demonstration we witnessed here today.
Excuse me, Mr. Lennox. Someone needs to see you right away.
My assistant will answer any questions you might have.
Thank you all very much.
Ladies and gentlemen, are there any questions I can answer?
[man] Are you equipped with night vision attack capabilities?
- [clapping] - [Burgess] That was really, really great.
Well?
The answer is no.
Press, we got another fucking alien on the loose.
[laughs] Get somebody else.
Come on, buddy. Your country calls.
Don't start wavin' the flag.
I'm in the private sector now. I've got... I've got a business to run.
Look at me, Press. You know how I got this Goddamn eye.
It's a sacrifice I'd make again in a heartbeat.
But then maybe you haven't learned the meaning of sacrifice.
[grunts]
Listen, pal.
The last time I fought with that alien she-bitch,
I almost got myself killed.
If the government was stupid enough to make another one,
I think they can clean up the mess by themselves.
We didn't make this one.
Count me out of the search party, okay?
Where is my fucking key?
[Burgess] A million dollars, tax-free.
Sure you won't reconsider?
Welcome to bio hazard four. Dr. Baker!
Dr. Baker! Come out here, Dr. Baker!
Oh, my God.
- [knocking] - [Dr. Baker] Open the door!
Somebody open the door!
Get him away from there. Somebody open the door!
[suspenseful music]
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You know that there's no men allowed in this lab. Get away!
- Calm down, Dr. Baker. - Do you have any respect
for what we're trying to do here? Out now, both of you!
We have an emergency.
- [Dr. Baker] Now! - [Burgess] Okay, okay.
We'll take it outside.
Damn well right we're gonna take it outside.
[Burgess] Don't blow a gasket, Doctor.
[Dr. Baker] Don't patronize me either.
We're not patronizing. We're coming along.
[Dr. Baker] Close the doors.
Laura, correct me if I'm wrong.
Are you involved in this crazy bullshit?
Dr. Baker runs this facility. She cloned the Sil embryo.
Oh. Okay, well, what should I call her?
Uh, Sil lite?
- Her name is Eve. - Eve.
- How very Biblical. - We've dampened her mating instinct.
We have strictly avoided the presence of testosterone
in this lab, at least until now.
Thank you for your help in that area, Colonel.
What if she gets out of there, huh?
She's electronically tethered to a control box.
One step off the premises,
and a toxic capsule explodes in her brain.
You know, it's really great to see you again
and I was hoping we'd meet under better circumstances,
but, uh, I remember Laura Baker having a little bit more soul.
Just who the hell do you think you are?
You're coming into my lab, questioning my motives.
Are you two finished?
We have a national fucking emergency on our hands.
Now, you two will work together.
That's a direct order from the Pentagon.
You killed one of these fucking alien things before.
Do it again.
You heard the man. Now the fun begins.
[tense music]
[Press] Listen, I went over Orinsky's phone records.
- [Dr. Baker] Uh-huh. - [Press] This is the last place he called.
I cross-checked all the patients,
and I came up with one name, Herman Cromwell.
Turns out he taught Orinsky at Stanford.
[Dr. Baker] And what exactly is Cromwell doing here?
[Press] Well, that's the interesting part.
It's classified, top-secret information.
I was doing research on a Mars meteorite.
The one found in the Antarctic in '96?
Fossils in the meteorite
convinced us there might have been life on Mars,
but these fossils weren't anything organic to the planet.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
And what was the basis for that determination?
Carbon-based elements in the fossils
exist only in the Magellanic galaxy.
That's 100 million light years away.
Well, how did they get to Mars?
By my reckoning,
Mars was visited by an alien species
approximately one billion years ago.
The species was like a plague, a cancer.
It turned a thriving planet
with rivers and oceans and rudimentary plant life
into a useless hunk of rock.
When I heard they were gonna send a mission to Mars,
I strongly urged the government to reconsider.
On what grounds?
[Dr. Cromwell] On grounds that alien DNA might remain on the planet,
that any human attempt to violate the planet
would result in biological contamination.
So, let me guess.
They told you to shove it up your ass.
They got me fired from Stanford.
It seems the military had strategic reasons
for wanting to go to Mars.
Outpost of the future. Some crap like that.
Anyway, they harassed the shit out of me.
I got into a fistfight with a Pentagon general
and broke his Goddamn jaw.
[laughs]
That's why they stuck you in here, right?
Why do you think that Dr. Orinsky
called you the night that he died?
To tell me I was right.
Whatever species destroyed Mars,
those poor astronauts brought down to Earth.
[sighs] May God have pity on our souls.
[man on TV] I'll tell you one thing.
For General Lee to be eatin' up the road
this early in the morning,
something's sure got Bo and Luke all het up.
I figure it's got somethin' to do with women.
Or hunt in...
Or maybe wheels.
[tires screeching on TV]
[car doors closing on TV]
[Dr. Baker] The temperature on Mars
is approximately 225 degrees below zero.
If they brought the samples on board, the temperature thaw
could have brought the DNA back to life.
[Press] That DNA could have infected the astronauts.
This isn't the fucking X-Files, Goddamn it.
You are following a lead based on the interrogation
of a certified nutcase.
We've got one dead NSEG doctor.
We have a guy who warned the government not to go to Mars.
They slapped him in a loony bin.
And a seven-minute time gap during the space flight.
We need to do blood analyses on Sampas, Gamble, and Ross.
Now, I know that there is a sexual quarantine of 10 days
on all interplanetary missions,
and the Mars quarantine ends tonight.
They could fuck the human race into extinction.
You wanna be responsible for that
if we don't start testing everybody right away?
[ominous music]
[Burgess] Test Patrick first.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
I've been waiting to get you alone.
All the interviews, all the screaming girls.
All the hoopla.
Gone.
Push it out of your mind.
[music continues]
Patrick Ross,
tonight...
[moans]
You're mine.
I love you.
[tires screeching] [dramatic music]
What's the matter?
I don't know. We should hold off.
Oh, no. No, you don't. Not tonight.
- Come on, Melissa. I don't feel so good. - Shh.
- Relax. - [panting]
Let me do the work.
[dramatic music]
There's nobody here.
Where the fuck did he go?
Let's go find the others.
[suspenseful music]
I missed you up there.
I missed you so much.
It's so beautiful.
Not as beautiful as you are.
Charmer.
[dramatic music] [tires screeching]
[Dr. Baker] Take it easy, Press. You're gonna get us killed.
[Press] Trust me, Laura. I got a bad feeling in my stomach.
[both moaning]
God, I missed making love with you.
[screams] Oh! Oh... Oh, my stomach!
- Oh, my God! - Call someone. Call for help!
Call for help!
[dramatic music]
[Press] Up here. Come on!
[screaming] Harry!
- No! - [screaming]
No, no, please! No!
[screaming]
[hissing] [tense music]
[groans]
Oh, God.
I'm gonna get a full crew.
I'm gonna get "em over here right away.
We gotta get to the others.
Oh, this is awful. This is just awful.
[R&B playing on radio]
- {(man) I And I been thinkin' of you? - Pow!
- I'll take her the rest of the way, chief. - Have a good evening.
- [Gamble laughs] - This is nice.
Ooh! See, you thought a brother lived on a tugboat.
I know what you thought. But I got it all under control now.
Oh, you do?
Yeah, you just slide that thing right over there.
- [laughing] - Let me open this door. There we go.
Hey, girl.
[music continues] [both moaning]
[moaning, stifled laughter]
3 You know, I been thinkin' about you, girl §
J Thinking of you
3 I know it was a long time ago but I want to know
- Ooh. Ooh. - I been thinkin' of you
- Is that it? - No, honey, that's not it.
- Right there. - No, that's not it.
Okay, wait, wait, hold on.
- Oh, that's it right there. - [chuckles, gasping]
What's wrong?
Dennis Gamble, we'd like you to come with us.
Man, a brother just can't get no booty. You know what I'm ea yin'?
This is no way to treat a national hero. This is embarrassing.
What is this all about? Look, somebody speak to me.
Hey, hey, hey. I'm a personal friend of Senator Judson Ross, okay?
All right, personal friend. I'm gonna eat your badge for breakfast.
Get your hand off my head, man.
- I demand an explanation. - [machines beeping]
We'll have the test results in a few minutes.
Why am I being tested? NSEG said I was fine.
Sit tight, son. We'll explain everything later.
Well, it's kind of tough to sit tight, sir.
I haven't been laid in 11 months.
[stammers] That's unusual for me.
Take it easy, Burgess. Everybody deserves an explanation.
You're damn right. A-and what's with all these guards?
What the hell is going on around here?
It's purely a precautionary measure.
We need a couple of minutes for this computer
to analyze your blood, so just relax.
Couple of questions.
What can you tell us about the seven minutes
when the Excursion lost contact with Earth?
I can't remember.
I don't know if I blacked out or what, but I just can't remember that.
When did you last speak to Anne Sampas?
At that fund-raiser the other night.
Did she act peculiar?
No, she seemed fine to me.
I mean, what's this all about? What, something happen to her?
You tell me.
What happened to Anne Sampas?
Tell me! What happened to Anne Sampas?
Anne Sampas is dead.
[dark music]
I'm sorry, Dennis.
[phone rings]
[beeps]
Yeah. Laura.
Well, the combinant DNA in Anne's body
doesn't match what I found in Orinsky's,
so, uh, it's either Gamble or Ross.
Be careful, Press.
What was the cause of death?
We don't know.
Come on, man. How the hell did she die?
Sequence almost complete.
- Why are you testing my blood? - 10 seconds till relay.
- You think I killed Annie? - Data retrieval on-line.
Is that what you think?
- Five seconds. - I didn't kill her.
- Three seconds. - I didn't kill her,
- I swear! - [guns cocking, men shouting]
[tech] Computer says normal. Normal. Normal. There is no sign of infection.
- Go home, get some rest. - I want answers.
In due time. We'll be in touch.
Yo, Gamble.
You know where Patrick Ross is?
Nope.
Well, if you see him, you'll let me know, yeah?
Sure.
Well, let's see what the cranial cavity has to say.
[whirring]
Now I'll just reach behind her ear, and we should...
[shrieking] [both screaming]
[creature shrieking] [instrument whirs]
[gasping]
[suspenseful music] [groans]
[dramatic musical sting]
[eerie music]
[whispering] God.
[tense music]
[music intensifying]
Patrick, no!
[dark music]
[music intensifying]
[dark intense music]
[music continues]
[siren approaching]
[siren continues]
Want a date, mister?
[muffled bass music playing on radio]
[indistinct chattering]
I was scared, man. This is crazy.
His whole head just grew right back like some sort of damn freak show.
The alien species can regenerate living tissue.
Aliens, little green men. I still can't believe it.
If they knew there were aliens up there, why the hell they send us?
NSEG got warned, but they chose to ignore it.
We think there was some hostile DNA in the soil samples that you collected.
Wait a minute. Something happened up there.
I can't remember exactly.
I just know it was terrible.
I'm sure that it was terrible.
The question is how do we proceed now?
I got guys out there all over the place looking for this kid.
Any place he might be. We're gonna find him sooner or later.
If he's reproducing, we've got potential offspring.
I think it's safe to assume that he's banging cocktail waitresses two at a time.
Well, then in less than two weeks, these offspring reach adolescence
and then they enter the chrysalis stage.
Chrysalis stage?
A cocoon which turns them into adults.
[sultry blues music]
[woman] Hey, baby. You can turn that car around.
[woman 2] Hey, don't leave me. Come on.
Hi, honey.
[woman 3] Baby, come back.
A serial killer may be loose in the Washington/Maryland area.
Authorities have asked the public to be extremely cautious
when approached by strangers.
- Please, beware. - [Patrick] How much for number three?
- 20 an hour. - [man on TV] Thank you, Linda.
- And now for the financial news. - [Patrick] 20, 40, 60.
Thank you much.
[man on TV continues indistinctly]
Enjoy yourself.
[music continues]
Come in.
S Woman, I don't want a soul J
[panting] [machines beeping]
See what I mean, Laura? Every so often, her rates go berserk.
[Eve continues panting]
50 agents we got out there looking for this guy.
We got nothing.
Man, how can you just touch that?
Occupational hazard.
[siren wailing in distance]
So you didn't see nothin',
you didn't hear nothin', you don't know nothin', right?
They come and they go. You know what I mean?
They come... and they go.
- [laughing] - Oh, that's hysterical.
Man, why don't you sit your ass down.
They come, they go. You get it?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, I get it. Here you go. - Thanks.
- Hey! Hey! [screams] - [women shouting]
- [upbeat techno music] - ; The Four-forty J
[men whistling]
J We gotta rock it J
J The Four-forty
J We gotta rock it J
[music continues quieter]
[dark music]
[techno music fades]
[mysterious music]
[Burgess] We're wasting time.
It's been two days, and Lennox hasn't made any headway.
[Dr. Baker] Maybe that's because you gentlemen won't allow us to go public.
[man 1] Dr. Baker, you said that Eve has telepathic abilities.
- [Dr. Baker] Some. - [man 2] Can we send her after Patrick?
[Dr. Baker] It'd be foolish to take her out of a controlled atmosphere.
There's the danger of escape.
And then we've got two aliens running around instead of one.
If these two were to mate,
the resulting pure strain of offspring would be unstoppable.
Can she tell us where he is without leaving the lab?
We've seen spiking in her biorhythms
which indicate a rudimentary connection,
but half her alien genes are dormant.
Tracking Patrick is out of her league.
[Burgess] Dormant. Means asleep.
Is there any way that we can wake them up?
We could use the lab's cyclotron to bombard her with radiation
that would awaken her dormant genes,
but there is a problem.
[man 3] What's that?
[Dr. Baker] We make her more alien.
We increase her strength, her anger.
Her mating drive would go through the roof.
[man 3] It's worth the risk. We'll tighten security.
She is not a lab animal.
She is half-human.
Please, Baker, spare us the alien rights agenda.
Put her in the cyclotron.
And what if I refuse?
That's your prerogative.
She's gonna go in anyway. Gentlemen.
[door whooshing] [tense music]
Don't worry, Laura. I know what they want.
I'm sorry. This is not what I intended.
It's gonna be very painful for you.
I wanna help.
Eve, I'm gonna radiate for 45 seconds, then shut it down.
Okay.
[whirring]
[machine powering up]
[growling] [breathing heavily]
[growling]
[continues breathing heavily]
[growling]
[Eve] I'm connected, Laura.
I see what he sees.
[dramatic music]
[Eve] He's driving down a small street.
I see two-story buildings. Uh, a man walking a small dog.
- They're stopping at a stoplight. - 0-Okay, okay, here we go, here we go.
[Eve] I see street signs.
Gwynn's Falls and Warwick.
- The intersection of Gwynn's Falls... - [Eve] He's crossed into a parking lot.
- What? - [Dr. Baker] Gwynn's Falls and Warwick.
- Gwynn's Falls? - Where?
That's in Reservoir Hill.
A supermarket, there's a supermarket.
- A big supermarket. - And a supermarket.
He's going to the supermarket near Gwynn's Falls and Warwick.
- [Press] Hang on to your shorts! - [brakes screeching]
[dramatic music] [horns blaring]
[Gamble] He's going after a woman!
- Yes, it's a woman! - [Press] Let's go!
[Gamble] Aah! How the hell'd you get a driver's license?
[tense music] [sirens wailing in distance]
Where is he, Eve?
Aisle one. Fruits and vegetables.
He's in aisle one. Fruits and vegetables.
[woman] Rob, can you come to the front? I need a price check, please.
[man 1] Check okay on seven.
[man 2] Meat department, call on line one.
[woman] I need someone at the customer service desk.
Hey! Hey!
We're there! Now what?
Come on, Press. Let's move!
My God. It's you!
- Will you sigh my Space Flakes box? - [Patrick] Sure. You got a pen?
I do.
- What's your name? - Uh, Darlene.
Darlene.
You know a secret, Darlene?
I think Space Flakes taste like shit.
[laughs]
- Which row? - Cereal.
- Come on, Press. - [Press] Watch it!
[both grunting]
- [clerk] Hey, man! - Where's the Goddamn cereal?
- It's nice to meet you. - Really nice to meet you.
[screaming]
- [Gamble] It's her! - Help me! [screams]
- Which way? - [muffled screaming]
- Come on. - Quick! Which way?
Gamble, what's she saying?
They're going down some stairs.
[Dr. Baker] They're going down some sta... A basement. Find a basement.
[intense music]
[Darlene] No!
[Eve] It's dark. He wants to mate with her.
[muffled screaming, sobbing]
[screaming]
Get away!
[screams]
[music continues]
Get up! Get up!
- [Darlene sobbing] - Shut up!
[screaming] Help!
Get down, get down. Get down!
[Darlene shrieking]
[screaming, sobbing]
- [Patrick] Damn it! - [Darlene] No!
[screams] Help! Help me!
[screaming continues]
Hmm?
Hmm.
[music continues]
[van suspension creaking]
He's trying to rape her.
[Darlene screaming, sobbing]
[Darlene screaming]
Don't! Man, don't shoot!
Why don't you get a motel?
Fuckin' kids.
He knows I'm tapping in.
Help! Leave me alone! Stop!
[shouts] Get off me!
- Eve. - Patrick.
[mysterious music]
- [sobbing] Let me go! Let me go! - Go on!
- [Darlene screams] - Get out of here!
Get out!
[van door opening]
[sobbing]
Hey!
- Don't move, spaceman. - Put down the gun.
Get your hands up.
- Get 'em up! - What the hell is this, Dennis?
You can't deny some bugged-out stuff goin' on around here.
What kind of stuff?
Look, you told me yourself you were feelin' weird.
You gotta go in for tests, bro.
Okay. Sure. Why not?
I-1-I don't mind going into the lab.
[monitor beeping]
[dark music]
[man] Open the gate.
- [monitor beeping rapidly] - What the hell is going on?
Estrogen level's peaking. It's like she's in heat.
[music continues]
[grunting]
Let me out!
[man] Let's go.
[dramatic music] [grunting]
- Has she been given any medication? - I gotta get out!
Yes, her usual dose.
- Let me out, Laura! - I'm gonna double it.
Let me out!
[grunting]
Listen to me, Laura. Laura!
[grunting] [people screaming]
[screaming]
[dark music]
[energy crackling]
[eerie music]
Code 459 alert. Patrick Ross in bio hazard four.
Seal the compound!
Get outta there, Sherry! Get outta there!
Patrick!
- Leave her alone! - Open the door.
I know what you're going through, and I can help you.
- Let me help you. - Open the Goddamn door.
I can't do that. I'm sorry.
- Open it! - I can't do that...
[screams] [dramatic music]
[echoing screaming]
Get away from her! Get away from her now!
[screaming, groaning]
The proof is incontrovertible.
Your son was infected up in that capsule.
I'm sorry, Senator.
Jesus God.
Rest assured we'll deal with this quietly.
Medical treatment, the best doctors.
The last thing this country needs is a spectacle
with a national hero being publicly compromised.
Oh, cut the crap, Carter.
What the hell are we gonna do?
Two imperatives.
We have to find Patrick and bring him in immediately.
We have to neutralize any possibility
that this situation could leak to the media.
The generals are very concerned.
They're gonna kill him, aren't they, Carter?
We need to find your son.
Now, you listen to me, you arrogant son of a bitch!
If you so much as touch a hair on his head,
you will rue the day you were born!
You make it very hard to help you, Senator.
Go fuck yourself!
What the hell did you think I was gonna do?
Stand here and let you take my son?
I'll call the Goddamn president if I have to.
Listen carefully, old man.
This is way beyond the president. Way beyond.
- Oh? - [Burgess] You want to save Patrick?
Help us bring him in.
[tense music]
[low tense music]
Damn, man, what is up?
- I can't even get no play from an alien! - [chuckles]
Some people carry a disease in their genetic code.
It doesn't mean that they have the disease, but the possibility exists
it might be passed on to their children.
Well, those NSEG doctors told me I had sickle trait.
Right. It's in your chart.
You don't have sickle-cell anemia,
which is why you were able to go to Mars, but you're a carrier.
Right.
Well, I guess that's why he didn't get infected up on the ship.
Right. The alien DNA cannot cope with human genetic flaws.
It has no defense against our diseases, and that might be our answer.
Wait. W-What could be the answer?
The alien DNA infected us.
It's about time we infected them.
What?
[music continues]
- [low tense music] - Patrick?
Dad, what are you doing here?
Well, I kind of figured you'd show up here.
You always used to love this place as a child.
So'd your mother.
I never could convince her to get rid of it.
Yeah, I used to come here when I was courtin' her.
- Then, after she died... - What do you want?
Well, first off, I'd...
I'd like to apologize.
- Apologize for what? - Oh, Paddy.
Don't bother.
They told me what happened.
How you got infected up on Mars.
I'm sorry, Paddy,
for not listening when you asked for help.
You never listened.
I'm listenin' now.
[music continues]
They're gonna kill me.
Not if I can help it.
Now, there's no way that they can find you here.
This property is still listed under your mother's maiden name.
And I sure as hell am not gonna hand you over
to those Pentagon bastards.
No, sir. I am taking you in to Johns Hopkins
for treatment with the best.
We'll walk through that door together.
- Come in with me, son. - No.
I know you won't do it for me.
Try to think of your mother, Paddy.
[somber music]
Do it for her.
Dad, help me.
[sobbing]
[Ross] It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. Okay.
[ripping, slicing] [both screaming]
[intense music]
[music fades]
[eerie music]
Thank you.
Eve?
[suspenseful music]
We need your help again to find Patrick.
I'm sorry, Laura.
I can't do that.
[eerie music]
[squelching]
[music continues]
We could just call in the National Guard.
Sorry, pal. This is strictly a private mission.
Yeah, well, I'm a lover. I'm not a fighter.
You haven't been one of those in... 11 months.
Oh, man, why you gotta bring that up? Okay, I was a lover.
I sure as hell ain't no damned bounty hunter.
This looks about right.
What? That little old tiny-ass thi...? Chh.
You ain't got no bazookas up in here, man?
Bazookas? Hasn't anyone ever told you that size doesn't matter?
- Hey. Hey. - Whoo!
- Hey. - [Press laughs]
You can talk all that noise if you want to.
I'm taking this, 'cause I'm about to go back to Africa on somebody's ass.
I've used Dennis's blood sample as the basis for this toxin.
Of course, I have no idea whether or not this is going to work.
It's an interesting idea. Might be the only chance we got.
Yeah, but what if it doesn't work?
Well, then, my friend,
we're fucked.
[ominous music] [breathing deeply]
[dramatic music]
- [man over PA] Alert! Alert! - Get the tether!
- [man over PA] Containment breach. Alert! - [Press] We're locked in here!
[man over PA] Electronic tether armed for activation in five, four,
- three, two, one... - [beeping]
It's stuck.
[Eve grunts]
[Press] Get back!
[man over PA] Security breach, code red, level four.
Colonel, there's a lot of activity below.
Keep your distance. Let's see what's going on.
[tense music]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[man] Fire!
[Eve grunting, shouting]
[dark music]
[music intensifying]
[panting, groaning]
Come on.
[man shouts indistinctly] Get in the humvees!
Let's go! Now! Now! Now!
[man 2] You heard him. Go! Go! Go! Go!
[Press] How in the hell does she know how to drive?
[Dr. Baker] Her favorite show is The Dukes of Hazzard.
[Press] Fan-fucking-tastic.
[man on radio] Burgess, this is General Metzger.
Maintain your pursuit, but do not engage alien escapee.
Let Press Lennox do his job. Is that clear?
Roger. Back off, Captain.
I don't wanna crash this party until just the right time.
[tense music]
[creatures wailing]
[ominous music]
[Dr. Baker] Stop right here.
[Press] Grab that spray canister.
[tense music]
[Press] Be careful with that thing.
- Jesus Christ! - [growling]
Welcome to the maternity ward...
from hell.
Patrick's offspring.
I'm gonna go up and see if I can find Adam and Eve.
Press, this isn't Eve's fault. She's human too.
Like them.
[dark music]
[both moaning]
[energy crackling] [growling]
[music intensifying]
[energy crackling] [growling]
[hissing] [growling]
What's wrong? My DNA ain't good enough?
You let me live on that ship so I can die in this Goddamn barn?
Fuck you! Fuck all you pig motherfuckers!
I'm about to get straight Kunta Kinte on your ass!
Dennis! Dennis! It's working!
- [Gamble] Score one for human DNA, baby! - [screeching]
[dramatic music] [hissing]
[growling]
[energy crackling]
[Dr. Baker] Why don't you get those? I'm going up here.
[Gamble] Okay. Just do your thing, baby.
[energy crackling] [growling]
[roaring] [shouting]
[dramatic music] [roaring]
[Gamble screaming]
Die!
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
[energy crackling] [growling]
[tense music]
Eve! Get out of the way!
[energy crackling] [growling]
- What the hell is going on in here? - [Press] Stay back!
- Oh, my God! - [roaring]
Aaah!
[eerie music]
Eve, I know you're in there! Please help us!
[roaring] [intense music]
[Dr. Baker] Eve!
[intense music] [roaring]
No.
[choking noises] [Dr. Baker gasping]
[sobbing] No. No.
[dramatic music]
Press! Press!
Get up! Quick! Quick!
[roaring]
Eve!
You killed her, you disgusting son of a bitch!
Press, use my blood! Quick! Quick!
[roaring]
[Gamble screams]
[roaring]
[intense music]
[roaring]
[continues roaring]
[music fades]
[somber music]
[indistinct chattering]
- When did you start smoking? - Just now.
[Dr. Baker] I wonder if I should have this stuff analyzed.
[Press] Yeah, maybe you should.
You might turn into a sexual predator.
- Yeah, I guess that's possible. - It'd be all right with me.
Can I have a drag?
- All right. One, two, three. - [all] Up!
- [man] Easy. - [man 2] Got it.
Oh, now you all show up, after we do all the work!
See, I want to talk to the general.
- You know what I'm saying? - Mr. Gamble.
- Whoo! - I need you to lie back for me.
- Yes, I'll be glad to. - Nice and easy.
Looks like you're gonna be all right.
- I'm fine, brother. - Be see in" ya.
Okay. I hear you had a rough day.
- [sighs] Oh, I'm so glad you're here. - Well.
I been killin' aliens all night.
- You know what I'm ea yin'? - Shh.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[grand music]
[ominous music]
[doors closing] [engine starting]
[meows, growling]
[eerie music]
[growling]
[yowls]
[music intensifying]
[Eve shrieks] [splatting sound]
[mysterious music]
[music continues]
[tense music]