Species II (1998)

[bunniefuu]

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.

[ Cheering ]

Way to go! Yes!

Houston, we have touchdown
at M.E.T...




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.

[ 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.

Patrick, this is Excursion.

I need you to check Rover Two's
next drilling site for me.

[ Breathing ]

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.

PATRICK: Eight years of training,
and I'm a Martian ditchdigger.

You have 1 hour, 30 minutes
surface time left.

And counting.

PATRICK: 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!

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...
[ Goop dripping ]
























[ Goop launching itself ]

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!

[ TV exploding ]

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.

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 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.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Help!

Help...

Help!

Laura! Please!

[ Breathing heavily ]

DR. BAKER: Okay, that's enough!
Bring her up!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Bingo, Dr. Baker!

It worked!

Take a look
at those beautiful welts.

Just beautiful, beautiful!

[ Chuckles ]

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.

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.

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.

[ Cheering ]

Whoo!

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.

[ Applause, whistling ]

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...

Mhm...

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.

[ Applause ]

ALL:
Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!

Captain Ross, everyone's waiting.
This way, sir.

Nice of you to show up, son.

[ Cheering ]

MAN: Yeah!

MAN: 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.

[ Doorbell rings ]

WOMAN: It's open.

Come on in.

My sister decided to join us.

We share everything...

...together.

[ Crowd cheers ]

Parker's going for two.
Oh, he's hanging in there, standing!

[ Monitor beeping ]

Pulse rate is 20 percent
below human norm.

What do you expect, Brea?
She's watching baseball.

[ Grunts ]

[ Moaning ]

Oh, God!

You are a hero.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, God.

It's my turn.

Yes, it is.

Ahh...

[ Grunts ]

[ Ecstatic cries ]

Oh! Oh!

Here it comes!
Parker's going for three!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Jeez!
Did someone hit a home run?

Ah!

[ Moaning ]

[ Screaming ]

Ahh!

My God, help me!

Get off me!

[ Ball crunching ]

Marcy! Get him off me!

Oh, my God! Help me!

[ Screaming ]

Help me, someone!

Help!

[ Alien baby crying ]

-What the hell is going on?
-My God!

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Door creaking open ]

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-b*tch
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 d*ck 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 a*s.

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!

[ Screaming ]

[ Helicopter whirring ]

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.

[ Shouting ]

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?

[ Applauding ]

That was really, really great.

Well?

The answer is no.

Press, we got another
f*cking 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 g*dd*mn 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-b*tch,

I almost got myself k*lled.

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 f*cking key?

A million dollars, tax-free.

Sure you won't reconsider?

[ Alarm sounds ]

Welcome to Biohazard 4.

Dr. Baker! Dr. Baker!

Come out here, Dr. Baker!

Oh, my God.

LAURA: 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, 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 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 f*cking
emergency on our hands!

Now, you two will work together.

That's a direct order
from the Pentagon.

You k*lled one of these f*cking
alien things before. Do it again.

You heard the man.
Now the fun begins.

PRESS: 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.

LAURA: 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 a*s.

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 sh*t out of me.

I got into a fistfight
with a Pentagon general...

and broke his g*dd*mn 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.

UNCLE JESSE:
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.

LAURA:
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 f*cking "X-Files",
g*dd*mn 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 f*ck 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.

[ Door busting in ]

There's nobody here.

Where the f*ck 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 k*lled!

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.

Ah! I'll take her the rest
of the way, chief!

Have a good evening.

-This is nice.
-Whoo!

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.

[ Moans of anticipation ]

-Is that it?
-No, honey, that's not it.

-Right there.
-No, that's not it.

Oh, that's it...

[ Breathing heavily ]

What's wrong?

Dennis Gamble,
we'd like you to come with us.

sh*t, 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.

[ Phone rings ]

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 k*lled Annie?
-Data retrieval online.

-Is that what you think?
-Five seconds... Three seconds.

I didn't k*ll her! I swear!

[ g*ns c*ck ]
POLICE: 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.

[ Drill screeching ]

Now, I'll just reach
behind her ear, and we should...

[ Screaming ]

God...

[ g*n c*ck ]

Patrick, no!

[ g*n going off ]

[ Police sirens ]

Want a date, mister?

[ Streetlife noise ]

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 c*ck 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 k*ller 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.

NEWS ANCHOR: Thank you, Linda.
And now for the financial news.

Twenty, forty, sixty.

Thank you much.

Enjoy yourself.

Come in.

[ Breathing heavily ]

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 a*s down.

-They come and go... You get it?
-Oh, yeah, I get it.

-Here you go.
-Thanks.

MANAGER: 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.

[ Cyclotron sounds ]

[ Animalistic growls ]

[ Heavy breathing ]

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?
-LAURA: 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!

[ Screaming ]

How the hell did you get
a driver's license?

[ Sirens wailing ]

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 sh*t.

-Which row?
-Cereal!

-Come on, Press.
-Watch it!

Where's the g*dd*mn cereal?

-It's nice to meet you.
-Really nice to meet you.

[ Distress cries ]

-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!

[ Muffled distress cries ]

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 r*pe her.

Man, don't sh**t!

Why don't you get a motel?

f*ck' 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 g*n.

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.

[ Beeping ]

Open the gate!

What the hell is going on?

Estrogen level's peaking.
It's like she's in heat.

Let me out!

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!

[ Screaming ]

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 g*dd*mn 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!

[ Guard screaming ]

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 k*ll him.
Aren't they, Carter?

We need to find your son.

Now, you listen to me,
you arrogant son-of-a-b*tch.

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 f*ck yourself!

What the hell did you think
I was gonna do?

Stand here and let you take my son?

I'll call the g*dd*mn 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 k*ll 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 b*stards.

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...

[ Stabbing through skin ]
SENATOR: Ahhhhh!

Eve?

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-a*s 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 a*s.

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 f*cked.

Get the tether!

Containment breach.

We're locked in here!

Electronic tether,
armed for activation in five, four...

[ Alarm ]
...three, two, one.

It's stuck!

[ Grunts ]

Get back!

Security breach, code red, level four.
Security breach, code red, level four.

[ Helicopter whirring ]
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-f*ck-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.

[ Otherworldly alien moaning ]

[ Dogs barking ]

LAURA: Stop right here.

PRESS: 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 g*dd*mn barn?

f*ck you!
f*ck all you pig m*therf*ckers!

I'm about to get straight
Kunta Kinte on your a*s!

Dennis! Dennis! It's working!

Score one for human DNA, baby!

LAURA: 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!

[ Alien growling ]

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...

No...

Press! Press!

Get up! Quick!

Quick!

Eve!

You k*lled her,
you disgusting son-of-a-b*tch!

Press, use my blood!
Quick! Quick!

Get up!

[ Soldier shouting ]

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...
-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 seeing you.

Okay. I hear you had a rough day.

-Oh, I'm so glad you're here.
-Well...

I've been k*lling aliens all night.

Know what I'm sayin'?

[ Jeep starts ]

[ Cat squeals ]