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...released this week
by the Environmental
Protection Agency.

Coal-burning power plants
are creating more toxic levels
of mercury...

than originally believed.

A spokesman
for Planet Corps Industries
claim this is validation...

for their decision to purchase
and upgrade non-coal burning
power stations...

throughout
Central and South America.

Newly released figures
from the National
Weather Bureau...

indicate that this
is the mildest winter
in the history of North America.

While on the global front,
every continent is reporting
record highs,

with many African countries
actually suffering
heat-related fatalities.

A spokesman for the Red Cross
stated that they are
planning to send aid...

Hey, only
six minutes late today.

Uh, that's
a new personal best.

You're late, Addison.

Uh, car trouble again.
What, it couldn't
get you out of bed ?

This is classified,
you know, Dave.

My clearance is
just as high as yours.

Oh. Well, then you
shouldn't have any trouble
clearing out of my cubicle.

Bye.

Being your normal
self again, Dave ?

Jack, check out
channel 12.
What's up ?

Check it out.

...wanted for questioning
in connection...

with the destruction
of a multi-million dollar
NASA satellite dish in Arizona,

as well as the now-infamous
U.F.O. broadcast hoax
two months ago.

Again, Zane Zaminski,
a one-time highly respected
radio astronomer,

who allegedly suffered
a mental collapse...

after his employment
was terminated
by J.P.L. and NASA,

has died
of an apparent heart attack...

while hiding from authorities
in a remote Eskimo village
outside Saluete, Alaska.

Vivian Yanimoto,
WNN news.

Jack, I'm really sorry.
Is there anything
I can do ?

Oh, I almost forgot.

The, uh,
mail room asked me
to give this to you.

What's this ?

- **
- What's this ?

Don't know. There's
no return address.

Maybe it's a bomb.
Who have you
pissed off lately ?

Who hasn't she pissed off ?

Professor,
let me help you.

Oh, thank you,
my dear.

Your 11:00 is here.

What happened to my speech ?
The one I'm giving
at next week's fund-raiser.

Professor, this package
came for you.

Yes, but what did
you do with my speech ?

Oh. Thank you.

What are you, stupid ?

I could've killed you.

And with still no snow as we
enter the second week of March,

ski operators throughout
North America...

are declaring
the entire season
a virtual write-off.

This weekend,
Environment Canada
is hosting...

a major global
conference in Montreal.

More than a hundred
scientists are expected
to attend this follow-up...

to the June 1988
conference:

The Changing Atmosphere
and Implications
for Global Security...

Hey, buddy.
I was watching that.

I'm afraid I asked him
to change it.

The news is always
so depressing these days.

Tell me about it.

Speaking
from personal experience ?

Sandra Wolfe.

Jack Addison.

Have we met before ?

Uh, not exactly.

Uh, we live
in the same building.
I've seen you in the lobby.

I can't believe
I never noticed you.

Well, you're usually
in too much of a hurry
to notice anyone.

So ?

Um...

somebody, uh...

Somebody close to me
was killed last night.

I'm sorry.

What happened ?

I don't really know.

He lived in the States
in, uh...

in, uh, Arizona.

We haven't spoken
in over seven years.

Well, he never called ?

Sometimes.

How about you ?

Why not ?

It's a long story.

I'm a good listener.

He, uh...

He was my brother.

Jesus.

Come on.
I'll take you home.

You don't have to do that.
I'm fine, all right ?

Shh, shh.

I want to.

Really.

Are you coming
back to bed ?

Uh, no. I...

I have to finish
reading this.

Maybe I should go.
No, no, no, no.

Please. Um...

I want you to stay.

You sure ?

Yeah. Yeah.
Um... I'll be in
in just one second.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Shit !

Jack ?

Have you left already ?

- Who is it ?
- Cable repair.

So, are you all set for
the big pre-conference
briefing ?

Oh, uh, I have to pick up
my car at the garage
before it closes.

Jack, I mean,
the conference
is this weekend.

Need my car to get there,
don't I ?

Jack !
Let him go, Burke.

I can't wait
to tell Dr. Bell
that he's blowing off...

the most important
conference of the decade.

You transferred here
like, what, about
two months ago, right ?

More like six weeks.
Where from ?

Juneau.

Alaska ?

Yeah. Why ?
Do you kiss
with your nose ?

Just the boss.

Come on.

- Cover for me, will you ?
- You got it.

2170 Corman.
You got it.

Jack.

I knew Zane
would contact you.

Still punctually
challenged, I see.

- Professor Zarcoff.
- Nelson, please.

I was sorry to hear
about what happened
to Zane.

Thanks.

Well... come on.
The others are waiting.

Nice place.
Oh, yeah.

Went bankrupt
a couple of years ago.

So, what have
you been up to
after all these years ?

Nothing much.
Same old Jack.

Oh. Here. My card.

Let's try to keep
in touch this time.

You really like
tilting at windmills,
don't you, Nelson ?

That's why I'm here.

So, where are these people ?
Right over here.

This is Jack, everybody.
Zane's brother.

Trevor Aguilar.

I worked with your brother
at the Griffith Observatory
before he moved to Arizona.

I'm, uh, Tom Shilling.
Zane and I were colleagues
over at NASA.

According to his letter,
you're the only one who knows
where this thing is. Right ?

Yeah. I know all of you
were colleagues of Zane's
at one time.

Oh, actually,
I'm not a scientist.
I'm a reporter.

Whatever.

I'm just here to get
this device and give it to
you guys, and then I'm gone.

You find your brother's story
of an extraterrestrial invasion
hard to believe ?

What I find hard to believe
is that I'm standing
in a meat locker...

with a bunch of strangers
in the middle of the night.

Supposedly,
the aliens can't stand
the cold, though, right ?

Well, to be honest with you,
neither can I.
Shall we get on with this ?

- Jack, you'll need this.
- The last member of our group
has finally arrived.

He's an unshaven
Generation X slacker type...

with unkempt hair, clip-on tie
and a badly wrinkled
trench coat.

His attitude is more cynical
than the others,

displaying
an almost antagonistic...

Excuse me, Miss.

- What are you doing ?
- I'm a reporter, so I report.

There's no harm
in keeping notes
as we go along.

He's right.
Could we get going ?

We've been waiting here
a half hour.
Yeah, that's a good idea.

I go alone.

Well, isn't
he a charmer ?

Not much
of a family resemblance.

Actually,
they're stepbrothers.
Oil and water.

I guess that's why
Zane never mentioned him.

If he were part
of my family tree,
I'd do a little pruning too.

What's taking him so long ?

Screw this.
I'm gonna go get him.

I am coming with you.

I don't think
we should separate
until he gets back.

The alien object
is about to be revealed.

The first piece
is square-shaped
with a protruding center jack.

The second
is pyramid-shaped...

with a hole
centered in the bottom.

We are now connecting
the two pieces.

Oh, my God.
What is it ?

It's an alien
space station.

Multichannel
holography.

Virtual reality
without gloves
or a helmet.

The base must have
its own laser and
a self-generating power source.

Jack, what element do
we have here on Earth...

that can create
multiple beams
of fully coherent light,

is this small,
yet can generate
this kind of power ?

- Nothing.
- So I guess your brother
wasn't so crazy after all.

Come on, Trevor.
Everyone's cold. Get a grip.

Oh, my God.
What's wrong with him ?

Maybe it's hypothermia.
Let's get him out of here.
Jack ! Jack, don't.

Everybody out now.

Come on !
We gotta help him !

Hey !

Come on. Get up.

Professor !

On three !

One, two,

three !

Nelson !

Jack !

Where's your car ?
I took a cab.

Shit. So did I.

How did they find out
about the meeting ?

If I had to guess,
I would say
one of you was followed.

- Why not you ?
- Didn't know Zane.
Never even met him.

Relax. If I was an alien,
you'd be stuck up inside
that vacuum gizmo right now...

with your head
literally up your ass.

Bridget Riordan,
investigative reporter
for the New York Sentinel.

Why would Zane
contact you ?

Maybe because I was
the only reporter
who returned his calls...

when he tried
to go public.

Yeah, but you still
didn't print his story.

It's not my fault he's dead,
so don't try to saddle me
with your guilt.

- Where are you going ?
- The police.

And tell them what ?
Aliens have invaded Earth ?

They'll just end up
arresting you
as a lunatic.

Two men just died back there,
sweetheart.

Which would be
pretty hard to prove
without the bodies.

And what if the cop you go to
turns out to be one of them ?

Zane's letter said
they are everywhere.

Besides, I didn't
even see Nelson get sucked
into that thing, did you ?

- No, I didn't
actually see it happen.
- Maybe he got out the window.

I doubt it.

Well,

if we can get
this thing up and running,

maybe we can blow
this story wide open.

Yeah, and maybe
win you a Pulitzer
at the same time, right ?

No, thanks.
I don't feel like
getting myself killed...

just so you can get
your damn exclusive.

I still say
we should stick together.

It is nothing personal,
but, uh,

I don't know you.

So, what are you
going to do ?

I'll just have to catch
the next flight
to the North Pole.

Fine. Have a nice flight.

Hey.

-Be careful.
-No, you be careful.
This is what I do for a living.

And whatever you do,
don't go home.

They're probably
already there.

Oh, my God. Sandra.

Who ?

My car, please.

No.

No.

Hello.
You've reached the office
of Professor Nelson Zarcoff.

You can leave me a message
after the beep.

Or if it's urgent, you can
reach me at the Ritz Hotel
in Montreal, Quebec.

Information.
Yes.
The Ritz-Carlton, please.

- Hello.
- Professor Zarcoff.

Jack. Oh, thank God.
I thought you and Bridget
were both dead.

Yeah, we thought
the same about you.
I'm glad you're okay.

Yeah, well,
I just came back here
to pick up Zane's documents.

We have to find a way
to fight these creatures.

Look, I just called to tell you
that they just hit my place.

I'm gonna get out of town.
I suggest you do the same.

Yes, I know.
I'm packing as we speak.

Good.
Uh, good luck.
Jack, wait a minute.

You just can't
run away from this.

According to Zane's letter,
the aliens are producing...

"enough greenhouse gas
to deplete our ozone layer...

and raise our surface
temperatures 12 degrees
in the next ten years."

You have any idea what that
means ?
I'll have to wear
a higher sunblock.

Damn it, Jack !
Listen to me.

The future of our entire
species, our entire planet,
is at stake here.

- We have to warn people.
- Nelson, no one is going
to believe you.

Not without
major proof.

Does Bridget still have
the alien device ?

Yeah, but without
its power source,
it's useless.

Well, all we do is give it
a new power source.

Nelson, we don't know
what that thing is.
That's why Zane contacted us.

It's because
he hoped we'd be able
to figure it out.

- And what if we can't ?
- Well, it doesn't matter.

If we can get
the device to work again,

it'll be proof
of extraterrestrial
technology.

Maybe you're not hearing me.
They're trying to kill us.

We have
to get out of here
while we still can.

- And be hunted down the way
they hunted down Zane ?
- I don't know.

If Zane couldn't
figure this thing out,
what chance do we have ?

Jack, you're a lot smarter
than you give yourself
credit for.

Please,
for once in your life,
face a problem head on.

Don't let me down again.

- Don't let
your brother down again.
- I can't fill his shoes.

I'm not asking you to.

I think I figured out a way
to access that device,

but I'm going to need
your help to do it.

- Jack.
- I'll be there
in ten minutes.

Great.
I'll meet you in the lobby.

Aah ! Aah ! Aah !
Aah ! Aah !

Jack ?

Jack, are you in there ?
Sandra.

I tried to call,
but I couldn't
get through.

That's 'cause
I no longer have a phone.

Oh, my God, Jack.
You got robbed ?

And then some.

Oh, no. Tell me
it wasn't the cable guy.

What cable guy ?

I let him in
before I left.

He had an installation form
with your signature.

At least I thought
it was your signature.
Oh, stupid !

No, look, I'm just glad
that you're not hurt.
I am so sorry, Jack.

It's okay.
I'm so sorry.

We are not safe here,
so... let's go.

Get back.

We have to get him underground
before the drug wears off.

Go after him.

...for Alexandria and Ottawa...

now boarding on Track "D."

All passengers for Alexandria
and Ottawa, please proceed
to Track "D" for boarding.

Hey, man !

Amtrak connection from New York
now arriving on Track "G."

Amtrak connection from New York
is now arriving on Track "G."

I didn't steal it.
Honest ! He gave it
to me, I swear !

Said I looked cold !

Jack ! Come on, Jack !
Get up !

Get in the car.

Come on. Move it.
Adios, bitch !

Are you okay ?

They drugged me.

I told you not
to go back to your place.

- How did you find me ?
- I'm a reporter, remember ?

When Zane contacted me,

I dug up everything
I could find on him, including
his friends and his family.

You saved my life.

Yeah, well,
I didn't want you
on my conscience too.

Wait here.

Good evening, sir.

Yes, uh,
Professor Zarcoff, please.

Oh. Did you know
Professor Zarcoff ?

Did I know him ?

Jack !

Is that Nelson Zarcoff ?
Yeah. Why ?
Was he a friend of yours ?

Yeah.
What happened ?

Heart attack.

Maybe it wasn't them.

Maybe it really was
a heart attack.

Maybe Elvis
is still alive...

and working at a Stuckey's
outside of Albuquerque.

Then why didn't
they kill me ?

Maybe they wanted this.
They thought
that you had it.

This Monday, the St. Marcoux
nuclear power plant
goes back on-line...

in spite of complaints
from several local
environmental groups.

A spokesman
for Planet Corps Industries
had this to say.

Nuclear power permits us
to decrease our dependence
on fossil fuels...

and to avoid environmental
pollutants that cause
acid rain and global warming.

- So, can you get it to work ?
- I don't know.

...clean and
environmentally safe
well into the next century...

Zane got all the brains
in the family.

I only got the looks.

Is that
why you moved up here ?
To get out of his shadow ?

Probably.

Pretty stupid, huh ?

We all do
stupid things sometimes,
especially when we're young.

What did you do
that was so stupid ?

Me ? Nothing.
I've always been brilliant.

No regrets ?

There are times when I thought
about marriage and kids...

and a white picket fence.

I thought that looked
like an engagement ring.

It's on the wrong hand.

Very observant.
You should've been
a reporter.

Didn't work out, huh ?

I, uh,

missed my wedding rehearsal,
working on
a late-breaking story.

He saw it as a sign
of things to come.

His loss.

Okay.

- I think I have an idea.
- Great. What is it ?

I still say
this is a bad idea.

If they're watching your home,
they're watching your office.

The thing is not
going to work without
a major power supply.

We'll be safe here.

Hello, sir.
This is Moses in the lobby.

You wanted to know
when Mr. Addison got here.

Hang on.

This is not good.

Jack, where the heck
have you been ?

What the hell
is going on ?

The police are tearing
apart your office.
That's what's going on.

They said you're
already on the run.

What are they
looking for ?
Top secret NORAD files.

A whole bunch of them
were downloaded
off the mainframe.

They traced them
to your terminal.

- Who did the trace ?
Dave Cyrus ?
- Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

He's one of them.
Let's get out of here.

- I had nothing to do with this.
- Addison !

Hold it right there !
Come on.

Stop them !
Stop that man !

Get back. Get back.

So much for plan "A."
Do we have a plan "B" ?

We do now.
I hope it's better
than plan "A."

You really think
this will work ?
Here you go.

- Thank you.
- Tom said the base part
had an internal laser.

So if we shoot enough light
up through the pyramid part,
it should activate it.

I've covered a lot
of dangerous stories, even
been shot at a couple of times,

but this is the first time
I have ever been this scared,

or this paranoid.

It's gonna work.

I think.

Excuse me, sir.
Can I speak to you
over here ?

Wha-What's wrong ?
Is there some kind of problem ?

Well, your card's
been rejected.

- Are you sure about that ?
- I ran it twice.

Here. Take mine.

Thank you.

Thanks.
I'll get it back
to you somehow.

We'll work out
the balance sheet later.

Right now
let's just try
to stay alive.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry I was
such a jerk last night.

No. You were right.

This is the story
of a lifetime,

and I would be lying
if I didn't admit
it is a motivating factor.

Is this
some kind of a joke ?

Yours doesn't
work either.
What ?

How much cash
do you have on you ?

It was all in my other purse,
the one I lost.

Do you guys take
personal checks ?

Thanks.

So now what do we do ?

We close out
all of your accounts
before it's too late.

Where's
the nearest branch ?
Old Montreal.

I'm sorry, sir.
You no longer have
an account with us.

What are you
talking about ?

According to this,
you closed all
of your accounts yesterday.

That is wrong,
and I want my money
right now.

Get me the manager.

Yes, Mrs. Thompson ?

Thank you, Mrs. Thompson.
I'll look after this.

Yes, sir, I'm afraid
Mrs. Thompson is right.

- You no longer have
an account with us.
- Let me ask you a question.

Why would I close
all my accounts ?

Why would I withdraw
over $15,000 ?

Jack.

Check again.
There's got
to be some mistake.

Check again.

It's just
as I said it was.

Goddamn it.

If there's an error,
I suggest you take it up
with your own branch.

This is bullshit.
Let's go, Jack.

This is bullshit.

Let's go now, Jack.
Get my money back, or I'm taking
my business elsewhere.

You lost a customer.
You, too, asshole.

What do we do ?
They definitely moved faster
than I expected them to.

But not to worry. This isn't
the first time I've done this.

Yeah. Well, it's
the first time for me.

Who you calling ?

My ace in the hole.

- City desk.
- Hey, boss. It's me.

Bridget, what the hell
is going on ?
Where have you been ?

- Why ? What's up ?
- The F.B.I. was here
this morning.

Said that you're wanted
for espionage.

- You and some... some Canadian
computer programmer.
- What ?

Look, Brigs.
What the hell have you
gotten yourself into ?

Uh, I'll tell you about
it later, and, believe me,
it will be worth the wait.

But right now, I need you
to wire me some money.

No way. No way.
No can do.

If I send you money while you're
a fugitive, I open up myself
and the paper...

to aiding
and abetting charges.

- So what are you telling me ?
I'm on my own ?
- No ! No, of course not.

Turn yourself in.
Turn yourself in.

We'll throw the entire weight
of the legal department
behind you.

Thanks, but I'm afraid I'd
have a heart attack in jail.

- Okay, then we'll just...
- Bridget ? Bridget ?

What did he say ?

You and me
against the world.

Well, if it was that easy,
everyone would have
a Pulitzer, right ?

Now what are
we gonna do for money ?

You said it's
definitely over between
you and your fiance, right ?

Do you have any idea
how traumatic this is for me ?

I pawned my watch.

It is not the same, Jack.
That watch didn't have
any sentimental value to you.

It was my favorite watch.

That ring hadn't been off
my finger in over three years.

Well, when this is all over,
I'll buy you a new ring, okay ?

Oh, that is it !
I was gonna share
the bed with you.

But now you can sleep
your ass on the floor !

- What makes you think
you get the bed ?
- Woman always gets the bed.

- Says who ?
- Cosmo.

Oh, yeah ? Well, I'm
an Omn reader myself.

Is it done ?

There's only one way
to find out.

Now, remember, these
consumer lasers don't
generate a lot of power.

Do you have any idea
what you're doing ?

I think it, uh, draws on
whatever light is available,

amplifies that thousands
of times, somehow converts that
to electrical signals...

which, in turn, produces
these holograms and sounds.

Basically, what this thing is
is a light-based computer.

It uses photons
instead of electrons.

So that's good, right ?
It's a computer.
You're a computer expert.

Maybe.

See the swirling lines
in this section ?

They're
intersecting light rays
that make up the hologram.

That section is coded,
invisible natural light.

So, what are you saying ?
The information is coded
in the interference patterns ?

That's damn good.

Hopefully, I can decode it
by adjusting this.

I don't see anything.

My, God.
It's a...
It's a map.

So, where's
the V.R. space station ?

Doesn't look like we have
enough power to get into it.

What's this ?

Inventory list ?

Can you scale this map ?

That's incredible.

Whoa. Over here.
Look ! Look, Jack.

There's a marker
in San Marsol, Mexico.

That must be
the terraformer factory
that Zane wrote about.

These must be the locations
of all 20 of them.

You know what this is ?
An agenda.

A what ?
An agenda.

A map, a calendar,
a notebook, an inventory list
all in one... an agenda.

I have one myself or...
I did before the testing lab.

Oh, shit.
There's a marker in Quebec.

No, that doesn't
make any sense.

Zane's notes
said they were only
in Third World countries...

where there's no
environmental regulations.

And he also said
he might have forced them
to push up their timetable.

Now, can you pinpoint exactly
where that terraformer is ?

This thing's getting hot.

Wait, try touching it.

The agenda ?
The red marker.

Oh, what did I do ?

This thing's just
a computer screen.

Your finger works
just like a wand.

Oh, my God.

It's the St. Marcoux
power plant.

A meltdown would certainly
speed up their timetable.
How much ?

The resulting nuclear cloud
would irradiate
most of North America.

And it goes on-line
in less than two days.

This thing is getting hot.
I'm gonna pull it
before it blows.

Oh, my God.
Can you get it back ?

This thing's fried.
Damn it !

I can't do this.
Not by myself, I can't.

I don't have any idea
what I'm doin' with this stuff.

You know, we're talking
about aliens here.
Extraterrestrial technology.

You and I are not gonna
be able to stop them.

The wise choice
would be to get
the hell out of here...

while we're
still breathin'.

Hey, life isn't
a spectator sport.

You know as well as I do,

if they destroy the ozone layer
there won't be any safe place
left to hide,

including the North Pole.

Can I have the bed ?

I'll share it
with you.

Bridget.

There you are.
I figured out who could help us
with our little agenda.

Who ?
A hundred scientists
from all over the world.

The Environment
Canada Convention ?

They're having a big symposium
at MacKenzie King University
this morning.

No. We're gonna need
some I.D. to get in there.

Press corps.
Don't leave home without it.

Let's go !

Uh, can I put
my pants on ?

Protect our ozone !

Respect the planet !

New York Sentinel.
This is my photographer.

Okay.

Okay, we want
the main hall.
We want the A.V. booth.

My buddy Burke
is running the presentation.

Uh, excuse me.
Do you know where
the audiovisual booth is ?

I'll be glad
to show you, sir.
This way.

Thank you very much.

Get me security.

There will
be an escalation...

in such natural disasters
unprecedented
in human history...

if the average world temperature
continues to increase
at the present rate.

With the polar ice caps...

- Hey, buddy.
Am I late ?
- Are you crazy ?

Clinically.
I need a favor.

Okay, guys. Thanks.
I can take it from here.

This is it.

Jack, what the hell
are you doin' here ?

What if somebody
recognized you ?
You want me to get fired ?

I need you to run
this through this.
Can you do it ?

- It's not even
hooked up yet.
- Burke.

I-I don't know.
Maybe. Why ?

What is that ?

It's a real showstopper.

You take the conference room,
you take the patio....

and I'll take
the main hall.

With the polar ice caps
and the permafrost
continuing to melt,

there'll be more flooding
in the coastal cities,

more unstable foundations
for roads, buildings...

and for pipelines.

Global warming
will also continue
to cause more droughts,

more deserts
and more starvation.

We, the representatives
of industry,

government
and university...

have a great challenge
before us.

Perhaps the greatest
challenge in human history.

- How's it look?
- Full house.

Perfect.

Okay.
Let's heat this up.

We've got to align it
to the screen.

The whole room
is the screen.

I've got to shut that down
before I can power this up.

Shit !

For how long ?
Minute or so.

That's a long time
to keep everyone
waiting in the dark.

Let's do it.

We must implement...

the environmental
recommendations made
over the last several decades,

or the new climate
will eventually cause us
to perish as a species.

That is why
I believe that...

Come on, guys.
Hurry it up.

I'm moving just
as fast as I can.

Why don't you keep
an ear out at the door.

We seem to be experiencing
some technical difficulties.

Please be patient.
I'm sure we'll have them
rectified in no time.

Somebody's coming.

Come on, Burke.
We're running out of time.
Don't rush me, Jack.

You get ready
to turn the power back on.

What the hell is going on ?
Let's go.

- Just a few more seconds.
- Do it.

Hello, Addison.

Don't try anything stupid.

I've got men
all over the building.

Jesus Christ !

- You killed him.
- No, I didn't. You did.

Somebody help !
Please help me !
He's a maniac !

He's trying to kill me !
Go !

Shh.

I'll get the car. Move.

Oh, no !

We lost them.
Are you sure ?

Yeah. They're gone.
Slow down before
we get pulled over.

My God. He just killed him.
He just pushed him through
the glass like he was nothing.

I can't believe
that son of a bitch
is one of them.

Burke is the alien.
Dave was human.

He was an asshole,
but he was a human being.

We're almost out of time.
That power plant goes on-line
tomorrow morning.

- We got to get our hands
on an industrial laser.
- But how ?

Not how. Where.

What ?
I can't believe I didn't
think of this before.

- The polytechnical school.
- What ?

L'Ecole Poly Tech.
They have industrial lasers
up the wazoo.

- Let's go.
- But they're closed
for semester break.

So it requires
a little B and E.

- Breaking and entering.
- Right, Bridget.
That's a great idea.

- Thanks, but no thanks.
- We're already wanted
for espionage and murder.

Burglary isn't exactly
going to taint
our reputations.

You okay ?
I think so.

What happened ?

Oh, shit !
Come on ! Go !

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Turn there !

Come on.

Code six, 105 North Avenue 52.

Son of a bitch !

You sure you know
what you're doing ?

Shut up and
keep a look out.

You were saying ?

So this is
an industrial laser, huh ?

- Hmm. It's not
what I expected.
- What did you expect ?

- I don't know.
- Big ol' ray gun.

And the light shines
through this hole here ?
Bridget, put that down.

Listen.
Don't touch anything, okay ?

Fingers crossed ?

Here goes nothin'.

They've accessed it.

This is incredible.

Look at the detail.

Glad you like it because
we can't get out of here.
All the doors are locked.

That's 'cause
they're not doors.
They're windows.

See. It's locked.

Check it out.
We're on my turf now.

Whoa.

That was cool.
Spooky but cool.

- How'd you do that ?
- This is, uh... This is just
a 3-D computer map.

It's like realtors use. Give
a client a tour of the house
without taking them there.

Yeah, maybe so, but you
still view it on a screen
in front of a keyboard.

Well, granted,
it is a little
more sophisticated.

Principle
is still the same.

Keep heading east.
I almost have their
position triangulated.

So now where
the hell are we ?
Back on Earth.

Or, actually,
under it.
Why ?

When those two aliens caught me,
I heard them say they were
taking me underground.

This has got to be
the terraformer station under
the St. Marcoux nuclear plant.

So, what are
we doing here ?

Looking for weaknesses,
anything that'll
shut it down.

What's that ?

There's only
one way to find out.

Holy shit.

This must be the armory.

Oh, my God.
There are millions of them.

That's nothing.
Look at this.

Holy Mother of God.

What are you doing ?
I have an idea.

What's that ?
I think it's
an arming timer.

What ?

Go north at
the next intersection.

Do you have any idea
what you're doing ?

If I'm not mistaken,
this agenda is their
version of a P.C.,

which interfaces
with their mainframe
through some kind of an uplink.

Oh...
Why didn't you say so
in the first place ?

That makes me feel
a lot better.

For all its bells and whistles,
this is just a computer program.

And I haven't seen one yet
that I couldn't crack.

You sure everything here
on the agenda has a counterpart
in the real world ?

It has to. Otherwise,
it would be useless
as an inventory list.

That should do it.

Come on.

So, how much time do we have
before this goes off ?

Not sure.
But I think it will be
within the next hour.

I know I'm not the expert,
but if this is the uplink
to their mainframe,

couldn't they get a fix on us
while we're in here ?

I didn't
even think of that.

Go !

Hold on !

Hi, Jack.
How's it goin' ?

Burke.

Really one of them, huh ?

- Not quite as stupid
as he looks, is he ?
- Not quite.

Hey. You okay ?

Yeah. Are you ?

- What happened ?
- Oh, we shut you down.

Deleted the program while you
were still inside. Packs
quite a punch, doesn't it ?

- We still at the school ?
- We're at the power plant.

- For how long ?
- About an hour.

Okay. We're all
on the same page.

We need to know who else
you talked to, who else
you showed the device to.

Persuade them.

Hey !

Sit down, or my colleague
will break his neck
right now.

Sit down, Bridget.

Much better.

Come on, Jack.
Who showed you
how to access the device ?

I figured it out myself.

You forget that I worked
beside you for the last year ?

Let's face it, Jack.
You're not Zane.

You don't possess the initiative
or the intelligence to have
figured it out on your own.

Now, I'm going
to ask you one more time.

Who did you talk to about...

- What was that ?
- Earthquake ?

That was
no earthquake.

Aah !

Aaah !

Wotan,
emergency shutdown ! Now !

Go ! Come on !

We gotta
get over there !
Go down !

It's stuck !

He locked it
from the other side !

What are you doing ?

- I'm gonna make
a break-fire !
- What ?

Jack !

Jack !

Jack !

Guess he was
wrong about you.

Guess you were
wrong about yourself.

Oh, God, not again.
The break-fire must
have been temporary.

I underestimated you, Jack,

but... you haven't stopped us,
just delayed us.

And without the device,
you don't even have
any proof that we exist.

No one will believe you.

Some will.

Maybe not all,

but some.

Journalist and author
Bridget Riordan
is still in seclusion,

even though her novel,
The Alien Agenda,
has topped...

both the science fiction charts
and the New York Times'
best-seller list...

for over two months.

In her foreword, the author
claims that her novel
is not a work of fiction,

but a factual account
of the tragic accident...

at the St. Marcoux nuclear
power plant last winter.

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from Planet Corps Industries
were unavailable for comment.

Look.
It's beginning to snow.

Wouldn't have it
any other way.

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