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Come on.

It wasn't that bad.

It was terrible, my guys. You know, I just want to meet the guy who's got the

guts to charge two grand for a painting called Problems Day in Eleven.

You did meet him. No.

The guy with the greasy ponytail and the English accent. I didn't say anything

terrible, did I?

Well, it depends how you took the suggestion about the complimentary airs.

Do you love me, Jacob?

Oh, yeah, more than all the bad art in the world.

I'm not kidding.

I wouldn't want these to go to waste.

I wish we hadn't sent out the invitations.

We could drive all night to a tacky chapel in Vegas.

Well, maybe Mr. Greasy ponytails had already administered them.

Come on.

Jacob, look.

How is that?

It seems like it's coming this way.

Jacob? No.

Help!

Somebody help!

Oh, there he goes.

Boy, that guy took one hell of a shot.

It wasn't a bullet.

According to the police report, he was hit by some kind of meteor fragment.

Are you serious?

Witnessed by his fiancée and a couple of bystanders.

Talk about your number being up.

Wax it won't.

Whatever the hell it was, it might still be in there.

You want, uh, I should start turning our friend here into a canoe?

No, not yet. I just want to see how deeply the fragment blotched.

Hold on.

Hey, I think...

It sure looks like a bullet to me.

Not like any I've ever seen.

Post -mortem reflux.

There is nothing wrong with your television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a

channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches

from the deepest inner mind to the outer limits.

From the time our earliest ancestors looked to the stars, we have wondered

secrets they held.

But will we be ready when those answers are disclosed?

Well, I can see it in your face.

You don't believe us.

At the end of a long shift, I start seeing things, too. Something came out

the wound in that man's head. All right?

Now, we both saw it.

Yeah.

Baby octopus.

I believe I described it as a tentacle, not an octopus.

Oh, sorry.

And the blue glow?

I guess that was what, a reading light? You think this is funny, Lieutenant?

No, as a matter of fact, I don't. I told you this was going to happen.

There was a meteor last night.

Yeah, lit up the switchboard at 9 -1 -1. Your own witnesses claim that this man

was hit by a fragment.

Right? You saw the projectile I pulled out of his brain.

Which I'm still not convinced didn't come from a weapon.

So are you discounting the possibility that something, some biological

contaminant entered this man's body along with this object?

I'm not discounting anything.

I've got my men looking for Jacob Hardy even as we speak.

I assume you checked his house?

His fiancée was pretty distraught.

First he's declared dead and now he's a missing person.

You know, if his injuries are as severe as you say they are...

Odds are he's already face down in an alley somewhere.

I want my report filed.

It'll be filed.

And if you see any more seafood coming out of people's brains, be sure and give

me a call. You hear?

Son of a bitch.

Listen, Doc, why don't you go on home and...

Man, take it easy. Get some rest. I mean, you don't have to come back. I can

O 'Neill to cover for you in case anything comes up.

Well, thanks.

I got my beeper.

I'll be at Sacred Cross in the next couple of hours.

Geez, you don't miss a day, do you?

Well, if she were your wife, you wouldn't either.

Yeah. Yeah. See what you mean.

Oh, don't tell me. I know.

Nurses' gossip is the same old thing, huh?

Never remember you like a breeze?

IV tube is no substitute for hot cuisine.

What are you going to do?

When I get you out of here, I'm going to cook you too many flavors of Chinese

chicken.

It's your description, not mine.

Is this your sense of love?

Lazy -ass husband still can't get arrested.

Neither can the hit -and -run driver who put you here.

Oh, God.

Work is work.

Work is work.

Although I can't pretend it's been boring.

Daria, I had the strangest case last night.

It's like someone struck by the hand of God.

I know that sounds corny, but I tell you, it doesn't get any weirder than

It's like out of one of those sci -fi movies you used to love.

I mean, you still love.

I wasn't on the floor, but Margaret was.

She swears this guy was practically flatlining.

They rush him into O .R. when he gets up and he walks away.

Three orderlies couldn't stop him.

Sorry, I don't mean to be nosy.

What's this about a critical patient walking away?

What kind of injuries are we talking about? Are you ready for this, Dr.

This guy was apparently hit by a piece of that meteor last night.

Meteor? I just heard about it secondhand.

But they tell me he had a hole in his head practically big enough to fit your

fist through.

He's bleeding like a son of a gun.

They gave him a CAT scan as soon as he came in.

The attending said he should have been brain dead three times over.

His name wasn't Hardy, a man in his late 20s. Jacob Hardy. No, Sawyer.

Something Sawyer.

I think they said he was in his 40s.

What do you make of it, Dr. Michael?

Abby, could you do me a favor?

Big favor.

You're going to get me in trouble again, aren't you?

My God, Jacob.

I couldn't believe it when they told me.

They're okay.

The police, they were here. They're looking for you.

We've got to call them. No.

They just want to make sure you're... No!

Look at you. I've got to get you to the hospital. No, I'm all right.

How is that possible?

I saw you. That thing tore right into your skull.

I can't explain it either, but it's healing, and I... I feel okay.

It's a miracle, Jacob.

There's no other word for it. They said that you were dead. I need you to help

me, Karen.

I'll take care of you. I'll do whatever I have to do. We'll get through this. I

know we will.

I gotta go away for a while.

Go away?

What do you mean?

You're still hurt. You don't recover from something like this overnight.

You love me.

Don't you?

How can you ask me that?

You asked me, remember?

If you love me, you have to know exactly what I tell you.

All right.

What do you want me to do?

If the police ask, if anybody asks, you have to tell them that you don't know

where I am, that I was never here.

Oh, God.

Kara.

All right, I'll try.

I won't say anything.

But I have to know where you're going.

At least for how long?

Take a party? You in pain, Kelly?

No.

I have to assume that you both understand why we're here.

We had to come.

There was no other way.

There's so much work to do and there's so little time. Six days.

Ten hours. Six days. Nine hours. Forty minutes, to be precise.

Look, what if we can't finish in time? We have to finish. I'm looking forward

doing my part.

And it's just us?

If there were more, we'd know. At least I think we would.

Jacobson's in the hands of the authorities.

We'll have to make do with just these two.

All I know for certain is that everything depends on us.

Good night.

Well, we got a full flight today.

Rock climber, they pulled from Mount Hood.

A stroke victim from the VA.

And an age case that came in last night.

Dr. Michaels?

Oh, sorry, I... I found another one. What are you talking about?

I ran a search of all trauma victims at area hospitals from the night Jacob

Hardy came in.

Not only were he and Curtis Sawyer hit by pieces of that meteor, but so was a

waitress by the name of Kelly Risely.

What kind of injuries?

Same as the others.

Massive brain trauma.

And she was scheduled for exploratory brain surgery at 7 a .m. the morning

the incident.

And she walked out of the hospital.

Exactly right. What the hell is going on here?

I don't know. I do not know.

Whatever fell out of the sky the other night put at least three people on the

brink of death, over it in the case of Jacob Hardy, and then brought them all

back.

Well, that's pretty weird.

Really weird. Look, I got a copy of Curtis Sawyer's CAT scan.

He's the guy that walked out of the ER in a cigarette car.

Well, this is a little about my... Paid raid, Doc.

The man was basically comatose.

The same deep coma that Daria's in.

And he came out of it.

This is all about her, isn't it?

You believe in fate, Ollie?

After what's happened here over the last couple of days, I don't know what I

believe in anymore.

I don't know why, but I am convinced that Jacob Hardy crossed my table for a

reason.

And I owe it to myself to find out why.

I owe it to my wife.

I've seen streaks before, but this has got to be some kind of record, Mr.

Two sessions of Commodities Day trading and you've turned $4 ,600 into...

293 ,000 and change?

The power of leverage trading.

Where do we go from here?

Place the money in these trades.

I should tell you this soybean play.

Fuck the advice of our analysts.

Maybe you'd like to read the report.

Tell me, do many of your clients multiply their money 70 -fold in 48

listening to the advice of your analysts?

So, you'd like me to... I

don't

think I've seen you in the library before.

My first time.

Just being heard the non -ferrous metals.

Comparisons of tensile strength and titanium alloys. Pretty heady stuff.

Hopefully they'll supplement the abstracts I found on the net.

I take it you're a student in metallurgy?

I'm more of a hobby, really.

Hobby?

Nothing better than curling up with a good book on extractive mineral

separation.

I beg your pardon?

Nothing.

Hello?

Oh, hi. Sorry.

Are you Carrie Delaney?

Are you with the police?

No, no, no. I'm, uh... I'm with the medical examiner's office.

May I help you?

If you're looking for Jacob, I'm

afraid I can't be of much help.

He never contacted you?

No.

I was a pathologist who was working on Jacob when he...

When he came out of his coma.

Ian Michaels.

Doctor. Is it doctor? Ian.

It's just fine.

Ian.

Jacob did come to see me.

Just long enough to get his thing.

Did you tell the police?

He made me promise I wouldn't.

I don't even know why I'm telling you.

But I'm just so desperate.

Did Jacob say where he was going?

No, and that's the truth.

I don't know where he is.

Only that he drove away with a woman that I've never seen before.

Is this the woman?

Oh, my God.

Yes.

I mean, I didn't get a good look at her, but I'm almost sure that that's her.

Who is she?

That's a long story. Do you mind my asking how Jacob acted when you saw him?

He was different.

Not just that he said he had to go away, he was distant.

You can't imagine how difficult this has been to see the person that you love

most in the world straddling life and death.

I think I can, Carol.

Hey,

Abby.

Dr. Michaels.

We tried to call you.

Your wife had a severe respiratory episode.

They had to give her an emergency trach.

Thank you.

Curtis, W -41.

Drives a hack. Was parked outside a residence by the waterfront.

When a fragment of meteor punctured his skull above the right eye, he was rushed

to Sacred Cross Emergency Room.

And like you said, he took a powder before they could operate.

Where is he now? I'm getting to that.

Morning after all this, he gets a consulting job at Carter and

Computer firm.

Scored higher on an abilities test than anyone they've ever seen. The guy drove

a taxi.

Seems he gets up to speed on all this advanced research and then disappears.

All right, um, what about the woman?

Oh, Kelly Risely.

Also a victim of meteor fragment.

Shakes it off.

Waitress on Thursday. On Saturday, she gets her hands on dozens of high -tech

books and journals, all relating to metallurgy.

And where is she? Don't know.

Didn't go home.

But she managed to call her folk and her work.

And to tell them not to worry.

And then, there's your pal, Jacob Hardy.

Oh, Jacob's been making quite a killing in the commodities market.

Cashed out to the tune of almost 500 grand.

I didn't get any more on his fiancée than you did.

So, you can't find any of them?

Well, you asked me to follow up on these people, and I did what I could.

How many people do you have working on this?

You're looking at them.

Only as of today,

I'm back to my real job, which is investigating homicides.

Doesn't it strike you as odd that three ordinary people get hit by pieces of the

same meteor, and instead of dying, they all become geniuses of one kind or

another? Odd?

Yes. Freaky? Oh, yeah.

But what it all means?

Hell, your guess is as good as mine.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What if they're working in concert because they're

directed by something?

Look, Doc, none of these people have done anything that even approaches

So that's it?

He's going to drop it?

You show me a law that's been broken.

A spaceship that's double parked.

Anything, and I'll go to town.

But if you want my real opinion, I think this adds up to a whole lot of nothing.

A whole lot of nothing?

Just one man's opinion.

Configuration complete.

How does it look?

It's ready for the test.

Check it.

Ready?

Go.

Perfect. It's time to round up the subjects.

One by one.

You new here?

I just started volunteering this week.

Was mad you couldn't get a job.

I'm a musician.

I work nights.

Oh, I used to play a pretty mean piano myself.

Yeah?

Great way to meet the ladies.

I can't do much with these old hands anymore.

You like it here, Mr. Sanborn?

See, I got months.

Maybe less.

This isn't how I ever pictured the end to be.

What if you had a chance to go somewhere better?

What do you mean, better?

Somewhere where you could play piano again.

Depends on how good -looking the ladies are.

I'd like to go on a walk, Mr. Sanborn.

You been here a long time?

Whenever I have an operation.

I bet it really hurts sometimes, huh?

I'm okay.

You like to go on rides, Hannah.

Like roller coasters and stuff? Yeah, like roller coasters and stuff.

Before I got sick, I went on the upside -down kind three times. Wow, that's

pretty brave.

Would you like to go on an even better ride?

Don't think they'll let me.

Okay.

Something's wrong.

Tell me what's wrong. She's sliding, Dr. Michael. The only thing keeping her

going right now is the life support.

Sunday is our fifth anniversary.

Jacob, where are you?

Look, I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay. I didn't want you to worry.

For God's sake, why won't you tell me where you are?

I wish I could say that I had.

I need your help, Doc.

What is it? In the last 36 hours, there have been as many as a dozen reports of

people going missing from hospices, clinics, hospitals, all of them

terminal. What does that have to do with Jacob Hardy and the others?

We have hard evidence that Hardy, Kelly Risely, and Curtis Sawyer are

responsible for these abductions.

What do they want with dying patients?

Human experiments.

Hell, I don't know.

I've got a dozen men on it.

And whatever you've got, no matter how crazy it sounds, I want you to share it

with my team.

What are you not telling me?

One of the patients they took.

Oh, God, no.

Dorian! The hospital's been trying to reach you. I'm sorry, Dr. Michaels.

Look, I'm on my way over there right now.

We're going to do everything we can to get her back.

We'll talk later.

Ian Michael.

Hi, it's Kara Delaney.

Do you remember me?

Have you heard from Jacob?

Yes, and I'm pretty sure I know where he is.

I look around you.

It's not the world that it once was.

It's really that hard to leave it all behind?

Who'd like to go first?

A friend of mine works for the phone company and said the phone call was made

from here.

You're right.

We've received a gift. God save us from true believers.

Look, why don't you let these people go and you can take your time and tell us

all about it.

Nobody here is being held against their will.

You're preying on the vulnerable, on the dying.

What? False hope is better than no hope at all?

Is that it?

I'll leave that for you to judge.

What about the children? You can't expect them to understand.

You underestimate their wisdom. They have their own lives ahead of them. You

sure as hell didn't ask my wife's permission.

You were on the verge of taking her off life support, Dr. Michaels.

Would those actions have been so different from ours?

Someday, Kara, this will all be clear. You'll understand.

I wish I were sure the same were true for you.

This technology, this machine, where's it come from?

The world ravaged by disease.

They need new blood to rebuild.

New life to repopulate their dying planet.

Why do you choose to terminally ill?

Out of respect.

Out of deference.

To give something in return for what they're receiving. They offer life.

Their life.

You can't believe them.

You haven't seen everything I've seen.

What will happen to those people?

Their illnesses, their infirmities.

They'll all disappear.

Can't you see?

He's gone crazy.

They've all gone crazy.

Crazy. Kara, look at me.

You know I'm not crazy.

Who'd like to go next?

Time's almost up, Dr. Michaels.

The window's closing.

The choice is in your hands.

Mother of God.

Get back away from that thing! Now! We tried. We tried to stop it. Follow me.

Arms in the air!

Dr. Michaels, for God's sakes, get away from that thing.

You can't stop me, Lieutenant.

You gonna help some brain -damaged psychos incinerate your wife?

This isn't mercy killing.

It's murder.

They can give her something that I can't. You don't know that, Ian.

How can you be sure?

They... That's all I have left.

Ian, no!

All right, put your hands in the air. This is your last warning.

It is our nature to fear a dark purpose in that which we do not understand.

But true evil may lie more in ignorance than in suspicion.