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Houston, this is Excursion.
We see a good orbit-insertion burn. Over.
Excursion, this is Houston.
We copy and concur. Good 0-1 burn.
Houston, can you confirm good K.U. antenna coverage for Lander deploy?
INCO, this is the flight director.
How does our K.U. look for Lander docking system release?
Flight, this is INCO.
We should have good K.U. coverage all the way through L.D.S. release.
In fact, we're covered all the way
through the landing and airlock egress.
Houston, stack going to minus Z-L-V.
Flight... Prop. R.C.S. margins good.
Copy. Control systems propellant quantities good.
Flight, EECOM. Lander umbilicals dead-faced.
Copy. Lander on internal power.
De-orbit burn TIG in five, four...
three, two, one.
De-orbit burn in progress.
Flight, Rendezvous. Excursion sep maneuver is nominal.
Lander, this is Houston. We show nominal de-orbit.
Looks pretty good from this end.
The eagle has landed...
again.
Way to go! Yes!
Houston, we have touchdown at M.E.T...
182 days, 11 hours, 53 minutes, 37 seconds.
Excursion, Houston.
You are "go" to reconfigure nominal DAP, B-1.
Copy, Houston. Selecting item 30.
I'm there.
Set P.E.T. countdown.
It's one hour till party time, baby.
Commanding camera boom deployment.
Flight, E.V.A. - airlock depressurization complete.
Hatch coming open.
Comm check on I.F.M. uplink. Do you read?
We're with you, Patrick.
Houston, Excursion. Deploying Rover Two.
We confirm Rover Two's telemetry is "go" for deploy.
Excursion, this is Houston.
Are you receiving Rover One's carrier signal through the Lander's uplink?
That's affirm, Houston. We expect excellent video from Rover One.
Not for one nation...
not for one people...
not for one creed...
but for all humankind.
Patrick Ross,
son of a senator, football star at Yale, and now the first man on Mars.
A perfect hero for these imperfect times.
Patrick, this is Excursion.
I need you to check Rover Two's next drilling site for me.
Patrick, would you take a look at your primary O-2
and power levels on your D.C.M.?
Suit parameters all look good.
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.
Eight years of training, and I'm a Martian ditchdigger.
You have 1 hour, 30 minutes surface time left.
And counting.
Final sample loaded. Prepping for airlock ingress.
In a world beset by violence, hunger and strife,
there are occasions when mankind surpasses
the petty struggles of daily existence.
The Excursion voyage to Mars is one of those occasions.
Today, America is proud.
I told 'em not to go!
Three, two, one...
Let's get you out of 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.
Fly home safe, son. Our prayers are with you and...
God bless you.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Flight Nav, we'd like the crew to take a Star-Trekker pass
and perform an I.M.U. alignment before we update the state vector.
CAPCOM, let the crew know
Navigation wants a fix on the star position
and alignment of the interioral moment unit
before putting a new state vector on board.
Houston, this is Excursion.
We have your new state vector on board.
Excursion, Houston. We copy you. Have received the updated vector.
Coming up on TIG for transfer orbit burn.
Copy, Houston.
Excursion, you are good to go.
Thanks, Houston. Thirty seconds to transfer orbit TIG.
We're homeward-bound, baby!
Woo-hoo!
Yes, sirs!
Excursion, Houston.
Transfer orbit burn in 20, 19...
18, 17...
16, 15...
14, 13, 12...
11, 10...
9, 8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
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.
I told 'em not to go... I told 'em not to go to Mars!
I told 'em not to go...!
G.C. 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 that we saw no anomalies.
For God's sake, somebody tell me she didn't blow.
Houston, this is Excursion.
We had a malfunction in the K.U. band antenna.
Lost telemetry and comm.
I performed a bit of I.F.M. Seems to be okay now.
Excursion crew is okay.
Headed for rendezvous with Big Blue.
It's going to be good to get home. Over and out.
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 re-created
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.
Help!
Help...
Help!
Laura! Please!
Okay, that's enough! Bring her up!
Bingo, Dr. Baker!
It worked!
Take a look at those beautiful welts.
Just beautiful, beautiful!
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 86 the damn thing.
Colonel, you're welcome to replace me any time you like.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
Tell Dr. Baker we must continue testing.
Aye, aye, sir.
Why do you do this to me?
I'm sorry, Eve.
I've explained to you why we've got to do this;
what happened with the first Sil.
And why you have to be prepared.
Survival of the fittest. I know.
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.
Main gear touchdown.
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.
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.
Boy, there's enough fine booty out there to cure what ails me.
You're under quarantine, Mr. Gamble.
No sexual activity for at least ten days.
- And that means all of you. - Oh, you've gotta be kidding.
No, I'm not kidding.
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...
What happened to Patrick?
I don't know, but he's missing some major butt-kissing from his own father.
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.
Mhm...
So it's with great deal of pleasure
that I introduce one of our finest young leaders,
the captain of the Mars mission,
and my son, Patrick Ross.
Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!
I've gotta go.
Lincoln suite, upstairs. Hurry.
Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!
Captain Ross, everyone's waiting. This way, sir.
Nice of you to show up, son.
Yeah!
Thank you, all, for coming out this evening.
Thank you, Father, for what I'm sure were overly-kind words.
I've been chosen on behalf of my wonderful crew
to represent the mission to Mars,
and an image that comes to my mind
is looking through the porthole...
at the blue-white globe...
beautiful...
so fragile, so small.
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.
It's open.
Come on in.
My sister decided to join us.
We share everything...
...together.
Parker's going for two. Oh, he's hanging in there, standing!
Pulse rate is 20 percent below human norm.
What do you expect, Brea? She's watching baseball.
Oh, God!
You are a hero.
Oh, God.
It's my turn.
Yes, it is.
Here it comes! Parker's going for three!
Jeez! Did someone hit a home run?
My God, help me!
Get off me!
Marcy! Get him off me!
Oh, my God! Help me!
Help me, someone!
Help!
- What the hell is going on? - My God!
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.
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.
Goddamnit! Quit acting like a spoiled child!
You're a Ross. Behave like one.
And 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 -
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.
Yes, sir.
Yes, it's very important that I speak with Herman Cromwell.
No, he's a patient there.
Well, can I get a message to him that Dr. Orinsky called
from the lab at Oldham Space Center up in Maryland?
Yes, it's very, very important that I speak to him.
I'm an old colleague of his.
I can't believe this.
Oh, my God!
No!
Company, halt! Left, left...
The substance found in Dr. Orinsky's wounds
is combinant alien-human DNA.
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.
Always a pleasure, gentlemen.
Get Press Lennox.
Ladies and gentlemen, the embassy is secure.
The hostages are free.
Press Lennox...
Diplomatic Security provides embassy guards,
protects against kidnapping... assassination,
and also, of course, special services,
like the demonstration we witnessed here today.
Excuse me, Mr. Lennox. He 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?
Are you equipped with night-vision attack capabilities?
That was really, really great.
Well?
The answer is no.
Press, we got another fucking alien on the loose.
Get somebody else.
Come on, buddy. Your country calls.
Don't start waving the flag.
I'm in the private sector now. I 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.
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?
A million dollars, tax-free.
Sure you won't reconsider?
Welcome to Biohazard 4.
Dr. Baker! Dr. Baker!
Come out here, Dr. Baker!
Oh, my God.
Open the door! Somebody, open the door!
Get him away from there! Somebody open the door!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You know 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! Now!
- We have an emergency. - Now!
Okay, okay, we'll take it outside.
Damn well right, you'll take it outside.
- Don't blow a gasket, Doctor! - Don't patronize me, either.
We're not patronizing. We're coming along.
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?
"Sil Lite"?
- Her name is Eve. - Eve. How very biblical.
We have 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?
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 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.
Listen, I went over Orinsky's phone records,
and this is the last place he called.
I cross-checked all the patients,
and I came up with one named Herman Cromwell.
Turns out he taught Orinsky at Stanford.
And what exactly is Cromwell doing here?
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.
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 going to send a mission to Mars,
I strongly urged the government to reconsider.
On what grounds?
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, or 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.
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.
May God have pity on our souls.
I'll tell you one thing,
for General Lee to be heating up the road this early in the morning,
something sure got Bo and Luke all heat'd up.
I figure it's got something to do with women.
Or huntin'.
Or maybe wheels.
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.
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 got one dead N.S.E.G. 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 analysis on Sampas, Gamble and Ross.
Now, I know that there is a sexual quarantine of ten days
on all interplanetary missions,
and the Mars quarantine ends tonight.
They could fuck the human race into extinction.
You want to be responsible for that
if we don't start testing everybody right away?
Test Patrick first.
Yeah... 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.
Patrick Ross...
tonight...
you're mine.
I love you.
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.
Shhh...
Relax.
Let me do the work.
There's nobody here.
Where the fuck did he go?
Let's go find the others.
I missed you up there.
I missed you so much.
It's so beautiful.
Not as beautiful as you are.
Charmer.
Take it easy, Press! You're gonna get us killed!
Trust me, Laura. I got a bad feeling in my stomach.
God, I missed making love with you.
Oh, my stomach!
- Oh, my God! - Call someone!
Mike! Call for help! Call for help!
Up here! Come on!
No!
No, please! No!
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.
I'll take her the rest of the way, chief!
Have a good evening.
This is nice.
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 right over there.
Let me open this door.
There we go. Hey, girl.
- Is that it? - No, honey, that's not it.
- Right there. - No, that's not it.
Oh, that's it...
What's wrong?
Dennis Gamble, we'd like you to come with us.
Shit, a brother just can't get no booty. You know what I'm sayin'?
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?
Personal friend. I'm gonna eat your badge for breakfast.
Get your hand off my head, man.
I demand an explanation.
We'll have the test results in a few minutes.
Why am I being tested? N.S.E.G. 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.
That's unusual for me.
Take it easy, Burgess. Everybody deserves an explanation.
You're damn right.
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 fundraiser 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.
I'm sorry, Dennis.
Yeah.
Laura.
Well, the combinant DNA in Anne's body doesn't match
what I found in Orinsky's.
So, 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? - Ten seconds till relay.
- You think I killed Annie? - Data retrieval online.
- Is that what you think? - Five seconds... Three seconds.
I didn't kill her! I swear!
Freeze!
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.
Now, I'll just reach behind her ear, and we should...
God...
Patrick, no!
Want a date, mister?
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 sent us?
N.S.E.G. got warned, but they chose to ignore it.
We think that 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 pretty 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.
Hey, baby, turn that car around.
Hey, don't leave me. Come on.
Hi, honey.
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.
- How much for number three? - Twenty an hour.
Thank you, Linda. And now for the financial news.
Twenty, forty, sixty.
Thank you much.
Enjoy yourself.
Come in.
See what I mean, Laura? Every so often, her rates go berserk.
Fifty agents we got out there looking for this guy.
We got nothing.
Man, how can you just touch that?
Occupational hazard.
So, you didn't see nothing, you didn't hear nothing,
you don't know nothing.
They come and they go, you know what I mean?
They come... and they go.
Oh, that's hysterical. Now, why don't you sit your ass down.
- They come and go... You get it? - Oh, yeah, I get it.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
Aahh!
We're wasting time.
It's been two days, and Lennox hasn't made any headway.
Maybe that's because you gentlemen won't allow us to go public.
Dr. Baker, you said that Eve has telepathic abilities.
Some.
Can we send her after Patrick?
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.
And if these two were to mate, the resulting pure strain of offspring
would be unstoppable.
Well, 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.
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.
- What's that? - We make her more alien.
We increase her strength, her anger...
Her mating drive would go through the roof.
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.
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 going to radiate for 45 seconds, then shut it down.
Okay.
What...?
I'm connected, Laura.
I see what he sees.
He's driving down a small street. I see two-story buildings...
A man walking a small dog...
They're stopping at a stoplight.
Okay, okay, okay, here we go! Here we go!
I see street signs.
Gwynn's Falls and Warwick!
- The intersection of Gwynn's Falls- - He's crossed into a parking lot!
- What? Gwynn's Falls and Warwick.
- Gwynn's Falls? - Where?
That's in Reservoir Hill!
A supermarket, there's a supermarket, a big supermarket!
A supermarket!
He's going into the supermarket near Gwynn's Falls and Warwick.
Hang on to your shorts!
He's going after a woman! Yes, there's a woman!
Let's go!
How the hell did you get a driver's license?
Where is he, Eve?
Aisle one... Fruits and Vegetables!
In aisle one... Fruits and Vegetables.
We're there. Now what?
Come on, Press! Let's move!
My God! It's you!
- Will you sign my "Space Flakes" box? - Sure.
You got a pen?
I do.
- What's your name? - Darlene.
"Darlene. "
You know a secret, Darlene?
I think "Space Flakes" taste like shit.
- Which row? - Cereal!
- Come on, Press. - Watch it!
Where's the goddamn cereal?
- It's nice to meet you. - Really nice to meet you.
- It's her! - Help me!
Which way?
Quick! Which way?
What did she say?
They're going down some stairs.
They're going down some stairs! A basement! Find a basement!
It's dark.
He wants to mate with her!
Stop it! Get away from me!
Get up!
- Shut up! - Help!
Get down! Get down!
- Damn it! - No!
Help! Help! Help!
Help!
He's trying to rape her.
Man, don't shoot!
Why don't you get a motel?
Fuckin' kids.
He knows I'm tapping in.
Help! Leave me alone! Stop!
Get off me!
Eve...
Patrick.
Go on! Get out of here!
Get out!
- 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 going on around here.
What kind of stuff?
Look, you told me yourself you were feeling weird.
You gotta go in for tests, bro.
Okay... Sure, I don't mind going into the lab.
Open the gate!
What the hell is going on?
Estrogen level's peaking. It's like she's in heat.
Let me out!
Let's go.
- Has she been given any medication? - Yes, her usual dose.
Let me out, Laura!
I'm going to double it.
Let me out!
Listen to me, Laura...
Laura!
Code 459 alert. Patrick Ross in Biohazard Four.
Seal the compound!
Get out of 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...
Get away from her! Get away from her now!
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.
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? - You wanna save Patrick?
Help us bring him in.
Damn, man! What is up?
I can't even get no play from an alien.
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 N.S.E.G. 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.
What could be the answer?
The alien DNA infected us. It's about time we infected them.
What?
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 did your mother.
I never could convince her to get rid of it.
Yeah, I used to come here when I was courting her.
- And after she died... - What do you want?
Well...
First off, 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 listening now.
They're gonna kill me.
Not if I can help it.
Now, there's no way that they can find you here.
This property's still listed under you mother's maiden name.
And I sure as hell am not gonna hand you over to those Pentagon bastards.
No, sir.
I'm 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.
But try to think of your mother, Paddy.
Do it for her.
Dad, help me!
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. Okay...
Ahhhhh!
Eve?
We need your help again to find Patrick.
I'm sorry, Laura. I can't do that.
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.
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 thing?
Jeesh. You ain't got no bazookas up in here, man?
Bazookas?
Hasn't anyone ever told you that size doesn't matter?
Hey, hey!
You can talk all that noise if you want to.
I'm taking this, because I'm about to go back to Africa on somebody's ass.
I've used Dennis' 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. It might be the only chance we got.
Yeah, but what if it doesn't work?
Well, then, my friend, we're fucked.
Get the tether!
Containment breach.
We're locked in here!
Electronic tether, armed for activation in five, four...
...three, two, one.
It's stuck!
Get back!
Security breach, code red, level four. Security breach, code red, level four.
Colonel, there's a lot of activity below.
Keep your distance. Let's see what's going on.
Fire!
Come on!
Beaver Team, get your humvees! Let's go! Now! Now! Now!
You heard him! Go! Go! Go! Go!
How in the hell does she know how to drive?
Her favorite show's The Dukes of Hazzard.
Fan-fuckin-tastic.
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.
Stop right here.
Grab that spray canister.
Be careful with that thing.
Jesus Christ!
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.
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!
Score one for human DNA, baby!
Why don't you get those? I'm going up here!
Just do your thing, baby.
Die!
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Eve! Get out of the way!
What the hell is going on in here?
Stay back!
Oh, my God!
Eve, I know you're in there! Please help us!
Please, help us!
Eve!
No...
Press! Press!
Get up! Quick!
Quick!
Eve!
You killed her, you disgusting son-of-a-bitch!
Press, use my blood! Quick! Quick!
Get up!
When did you start smoking?
Just now.
I wonder if I should have this stuff analyzed.
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. - Up!
Easy.
There you go.
Oh, now y'all show up... after we do all the work.
See, I wanna talk to the General. Know what I'm saying?
Mr. Gamble...
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 seeing you.
Okay. I hear you had a rough day.
- Oh, I'm so glad you're here. - Well...
I've been killing aliens all night.
Know what I'm sayin'?
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