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NORAD, this is ISS.

We just had a close encounter with a UAP.

Any information on this?

[NORAD] It wasn't one of our satellites.

I'm forwarding this inquiry to NASA.

This is Dr. Linda Murphy of Langley.

[NORAD] ISS was nearly hit by a rogue satellite.

Do you guys have anything in that sector?

That's a negative, NORAD.

We have no authorized air traffic in that quadrant.

You kids are always monkeying around with something.

Are you calling to reprimand me

for breaking some Bunsen burners?

Or is there another reason that Homeland Security is calling?

Oh. No. What's your thought on this?

Hard to say. It has no organic shape to it.

So it ain't a meteor?

Unlikely.

Possibly a satellite.

What's the rate of descent?

It's falling at 28,000 feet per second.

28,000?

ISS has visual contact.

[ISS] It passed by on our starboard side.

Nearly took us out.

Detected possible signs of life.

We managed to get one picture of the object

before it escaped our range.

Transmitting to you now.

15 seconds!

Stand by.

[beeping]

Pull it up.

Whoa.

Dr. Reynolds?

Gotta call you back!

[beeping]

[coyote howls]

[ape shouts, banging]

[banging continues]

[ape screeches]

A pleasure, as always, Dr. Murphy.

But what may I ask is so important

you called an emergency meeting at this hour?

More unidentified flying objects?

Not unidentified, sir.

It's the "Elbe".

You can't be serious.

It's the Elbe.

Dr. Murphy, this is classified.

It just crashed in South- Central Chavez county,

New Mexico, sir.

It's not classified any longer.

Chavez County. That's somewhere near Roswell, right?

What the hell is the Elbe, Linda?

A secret joint U.S.-Soviet deep space probe

launched June 17th, 1985.

Hold on. But we weren't conducting any joint missions

with the Soviets back in the '80s.

That's why it's secret.

April 25th, 1945, the day Soviet and American troops

met at Elbe River, Germany,

an important step toward ending the war.

I'm familiar with that little bit of history there, kiddo.

Well, Bush Jr. and Putin felt nostalgic.

Yeah. They determined a joint mission into deep space.

If successful, it would end the Cold War

and significantly boost the economies of both countries.

And success meaning?

Contact with alien lifeforms.

So I'm gonna presume that this mission failed.

Naturally. We lost contact with the Elbe August 12th, 2007.

And contact with the ship was never reestablished?

Not until today.

Get down there and retrieve our property, Murphy.

There's not a moment to lose.

Co-property, sir.

Surely, the Russians will have something to say about this.

Well, that's why time is of the essence.

I want you to use whatever force is necessary

and report immediately on the state of the occupant, okay?

Occupant?

A chimpanzee, certainly deceased,

although we should proceed with caution.

Everything's a day late and a dollar short.

♪

Damn! I love the rumble of a Humvee!

Dr. Reynolds?

Approaching the crash site, Linda. You ready?

Since when do you do field work?

It's a hell of a lot better

than being stuck behind a desk in the office.

Listen, kiddo, we've known each other a long time.

I remember when your daddy first brought you

to the Kennedy Space Center.

You crawled over that console, started pushing buttons

and damn near started World War III.

I was... curious.

You were impulsive!

Now when we get there,

you let us secure that perimeter before you go charging in.

- You got me? - Yes, sir!

15 seconds!

Copy that.

Showtime.

Roll up!

You'll be able to see everything on your laptop.

Just don't post it on stinkin' YouTube.

Can I livestream?

Hell, no. This ain't a how-to video.

Copy that.

Do we really need this much firepower?

When Russia's involved, better safe than sorry.

Move out!

I'll be on the radio. Just keep your ears open.

You catching this, Linda?

I see it.

You thinking reentry damage?

Our data shows both chutes deployed.

Landing on sand wouldn't have caused that kind of damage.

Get me closer.

Let's get a little closer. Let's get inside.

The ship wasn't banged in. It was banged out.

Signs of a struggle.

Where's the pilot?

Don't touch it!

It could be toxic, possibly contagious!

Dr. Reynolds, I suggest you pull back until we can determine...

Hold on a second, Linda!

[hooting]

Did you hear that?

Reynolds, pull your team back, now!

Copy that!

We'll hazmat up and come back.

Roger that.

Back to the Humvees!

[growling]

[growling continues]

What the hell was that?

Sounded like a lion.

Cut the damn chatter!

I've lost visual.

[roaring]

Holy hell!

What the hell?

Open fire! Open fire!

[screeching, gunfire]

Retreat! Retreat!

No!

[gunfire continues]

[animal screeches]

[screaming]

I'm on my way!

[gun clicks]

Long time, Murphy.

Eva?

Eva Kuleshov?

I was hoping you'd remember.

How could I forget?

Well, there was a lot of vodka flowing at Oxford.

Let's tend to that head, huh? Can I get first aid here?

I'm fine.

Where's Under Secretary Reynolds?

- Who? - Under Secretary Reynolds!

- I thought he might still... - Linda!

I'm sorry.

Your comrades fought bravely.

How one fights is just as important

as the result that it yields.

We're done. Thank you.

Still quoting Lenin?

"Star Trek".

I read you became a paleontologist

working for the State?

And an astrophysicist like yourself.

It's good to see you, Murphy, even under the circumstances.

What attacked us?

It was something quite extraordinary.

Think you might recognize it.

That's not Abraham.

The creature we saw out there

was 15 feet tall, over five times...

Six times his original size.

But how?

If this was the Cold War, I'd have to say, "I'm sorry.

That was hallucination brought on by your head injury."

I know what I saw.

Luckily, our superiors are eager to continue

our secret Russo-American union.

The capsule was covered in it.

It is definitely not of terrestrial origin.

Fantastic!

And the fact that it seems to have survived

not only exposure to space, but the intense heat

of reentry makes it quite the interesting

alien substance indeed.

Do you believe it has something to do with Abraham's growth?

Inconclusive.

We need to conduct further testing

in a proper laboratory setting.

Where? Moscow?

No. It appears we'll be returning

to the scene of the crime.

We're taking Abraham back to Langley.

[coyote howls]

[animal howling]

Black, as I recall?

Black.

Like the heart of the space program.

Spasiba.

Pozhaluysta.

Surely, the exploration of deep space

in order to make contact with alien life form is a noble...

Noble?

Well-trained, aren't they?

We Russians know how to control our emotions.

Like at Oxford?

Touché.

Is it my imagination or is he already getting bigger?

Our latest readings indicate he is 1.5 meters greater

in length then when first captured.

It's terrible, what he's been subjected to.

This never should have happened.

But at least he's home now.

I'm sure you'll take good care of him.

I'll do my best.

- [man] Doctor! Come quick! - [alarm blares]

- He's broken the restraints! - [beeping]

What's happened?

He's broken loose!

Use the gas. Do it now!

I can't! He broke it!

- Smart monkey. - Damn it, get out of here!

[speaking Russian]

[roaring]

Go, go, go! Secure the area!

Doctor, we have orders to shoot the beast

if he tries to exit the lab!

Wait! No!

That glass is transparent armor three feet thick!

You can fire a howitzer directly at it,

it wouldn't make a difference!

We have armor-piercing shells.

- Prepare to fire! - No!

- Take aim! - No, don't!

- Please! - Get out of the way!

Linda! Put in the code!

I got it!

I have a shot!

Wait! Hold your fire!

It's working!

The gas is working! He is sedated!

It is under control! This isn't necessary!

Eva, put your gun down! Put your guns down!

Was she out of line? Yes.

But General, you have to understand,

she grew up with that ape.

I don't care! Besides, my troops were

held up at gun point by that commie!

And Dr. Murphy was on her side?

Dr. Murphy is on our side.

And Eva is a scientist, not a soldier.

Those two seem unusually chummy.

They're old friends, General,

and they've been at this since time began.

But can they be trusted?

After all, one is a bleeding heart animal rights activist

and the other's a coldblooded Russkie!

I trust Linda.

Let's just hope she doesn't let her emotions

cloud her judgment.

[speaking Russian] These are most disturbing developments, Comrade Kuleshov.

Yes, First Secretary.

And the alien substance?

I assume you have more data on its connection

to the simian's continued growth?

More testing is needed, First Secretary.

Well, Comrade Kuleshov, you are now in the land of the heathen.

Radicalism runs rampant.

Yes, First Secretary.

For your sake...

I strongly suggest that you engage in some.

Immediately.

♪

Vector seven bravo two.

Vector seven bravo two.

You ready to give us a report there, McDaniels?

Yeah, my bladder's full, but it's calm.

Oh, yeah? Sounds like you're having a busy night there.

Yeah, it's pretty chilly, it's pretty nice.

All by myself and quiet. I'm gonna check this thing out.

You sure that's a good idea?

How the hell did a monkey survive in this?

I don't know, McDaniels, why don't you tell us?

Sounds like you're ready to camp out in that capsule.

I don't think there's enough room for me to take a shit.

Well, don't get too comfortable.

Man, this is crazy!

[howling]

[stomping]

[animal roaring]

Oh, shit!

[softly] There's something...

There's something huge outside the capsule.

[growls, roars]

[stomping]

[grunting]

McDaniels, you okay over there?

You sound like you pissed yourself.

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sure about that?

Yeah, I think so.

[roaring]

[chomping]

What was that, Eagle Eye?

Come again!

Crap.

What happened?

Eagle Eye reports something strange from the crash site.

Then the line just went dead.

Try him again.

Surveillance cameras?

- Of course. - Oh, yeah.

All right, look. It's been this way the last few minutes.

We got the report just... right before this came in.

Okay.

Play it back!

There!

They saw something out to the west!

Yes!

Something that knocked out the video feed.

- But what? - EMP?

Right. The live feed came back on!

I got five, four, three...

Stop! What is that?

Oh, shit.

Whoa.

Does that look like a tail to you?

Possibly, or just a glitch caused by interference.

No, no, no.

A glitch? That's organic!

A tail? Reptilian.

I don't know what kind of reptiles you're playing with.

I've never seen a reptile with a tail that size!

Get me a high-resolution copy, stills and slo-mo.

All right. I got you, boss.

Let's not jump to conclusions!

I'm not jumping. I'm hypothesizing.

That there's another mutation out there?

The MP radioed that there was something giant.

How do we know that there weren't traces of that substance

left on the desert floor?

It's possible.

We gotta make certain.

Something killed those men,

something with enough energy to black out all communications

until it was well out of range.

I'm going out there.

Stop! I'll go. It was my team.

It was my responsibility. Stay.

My whole life has been in pursuit of first contact.

I'd hoped it would manifest otherwise.

But if it is in the form of a virulent strain,

it must be fully contained.

What about Abraham?

If he tries another breakout?

Our latest measurements show that his growth has slowed.

Plus, he's in a bunker that can withstand

a direct hit from a hydrogen bomb.

Still, we should boost his sedation.

Agreed.

♪

The wind sweeps this desert hourly.

I don't know why we're bothering.

Keep on it.

I got a feeling.

You know, feelings put people out of business.

That's how I lost my ex.

Zip it and keep scanning.

At least I know how to wear a harness, honey.

I like it this way.

Over here.

Oh, God!

This isn't from the crash.

Look at the bones. They're shorn off.

Oh, God.

Something else happened to this man.

Murphy? Status update.

Yes, sir. We're on-site now.

And?

Small traces of substance have been recovered.

Damn it! I expected as much.

This is exactly why I wanted you

to investigate alone without them.

They bungled it!

Couldn't even properly contain the most

significant find of the 20th century.

By them, do you man our Russian partners?

Partners? They were never partners,

not even during World War II

when they were supposedly allies.

They were never partners!

They took Berlin, sir.

A publicity stunt!

A billion killed, they were allowed

to piss on Hitler's grave first.

But Patton had it right. They were never to be trusted.

But this space program was Bush and Putin's dream,

making first contact together.

Murphy, when is that innocent bubble of yours gonna burst?

This program was a disaster from the start

and it's only getting worse.

Sir?

We just had a report of unidentified light patterns

moving really fast eastbound.

Sir?

I'm gonna send you some coordinates.

Can you pass by as you head back to Langley?

- Of course. - Good deal.

Detour.

Great. Awesome.

What is it now, Comrade Eisenstein?

Am I ever allowed to get more than a moment of rest?

But it's dying, Comrade Doctor.

- What is? - The alien matter.

You see?

Why?

It appears that any exposure in our environment

eventually causes irreversible cellular breakdown.

Every sample we've acquired is diminishing along these lines.

What is the timeline?

I estimate total cellular breakdown within three hours.

Is that a conservative estimate?

It is.

[speaks Russian]

And in Abraham?

What?

The substance is in the simian's bloodstream, idiot!

Is he still active?

The last blood test taken

was just after his attempted breakout.

We didn't dare pull another sample

after Dr. Murphy calmed him down.

But, fortunately, he injured his hand

and left a nice sample smeared on the chamber floor.

Result?

Diminishment, Comrade Doctor. Reduced cellular activity.

Perhaps this accounts for his lower rate of growth.

But no petrification?

No.

That means the alien substance

can still survive within Abraham.

Perhaps an organic host preserves substance

better than any inorganic system.

But they're still dying.

Can they be replenished?

Comrade Doctor?

The simian's life was over effectively the moment

he was entered in the program thirty years ago.

His life is expendable.

Meanwhile, our first contact with an alien life form

is being marginalized to the point of annihilation.

We cannot allow this to happen.

The substance must be preserved.

Prepare to release the gas in Bunker 6.

Do it quickly.

I want you to take every viable sample

and load it into a syringe.

We're going to inject the alien matter into Abraham.

But, Comrade Doctor,

we don't know how it will affect the beast.

Are you prepared to allow for the extermination

of an entire alien species for the sake of one damned ape?

No, Comrade Doctor.

Well then, you have your orders.

♪

How we doing?

We're two clicks away from the coordinates he set.

What are we looking for?

That!

Holy shit!

The train...

It's heading straight towards it!

This is a COMSEC priority! Patch me into the DOT, ASAP!

This is nothing to do with us.

This is Dr. Linda Murphy

of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration!

You have a passenger train heading straight towards...

Hello? Hello?

Something's interfering!

The radio's dead! We gotta pull over!

- Damn it! - Our nav's out too!

Is that engineer blind?

Brake, you son of a bitch! Brake!

[roaring]

[driver] That bridge was our only way forward.

We're gonna have to proceed on foot.

You're joking, right?

I didn't prepare for hiking.

Where are you going?

You said we have to take it on foot.

Let's go!

[speaking Russian] Yes, First Secretary.

The alien life form is secure inside its host.

I'll keep you informed.

[beeping]

Yes, Eisenstein?

Excuse me, Doctor.

We've lost contact with Dr. Murphy and her team.

A few miles before reaching the target, their signal cut out.

How long?

We heard nothing for a half hour.

What's the target, doctor?

Unknown.

Well, you'll be ready.

This baby's got 16 Hellfire missiles

with thermobaric warheads, 10 Hydra rockets,

and a 30mm chain gun to bust the tables.

Yes, but can it shoot?

That's my bird you're piloting. It'll get the job done.

Sensors got something.

I see it.

Turn .65 degrees.

That's it. We are totally lost.

Try the radio again.

And I told you, doctor. It's fried.

Whatever energy that creature was emitting

burned it along with every communicator we have.

That's great.

You know, we're just gonna die out here.

That's marvelous.

Well, that's the spirit, troop.

If at first you don't succeed, forget about it!

Yeah, that's it.

We gotta keep moving.

Get to civilization and let the authorities know

what they're dealing with.

Wait, wait, wait.

[helicopter rotors]

You were saying?

You hear that?

Baker to Able. Do you copy?

They're not responding. Is it them?

Well, I doubt that anyone would be picnicking out here.

Baker to Able. Do you copy?

Linda, it's Eva!

Ah, finally!

They're coming in.

See? We're good! We're safe!

Eyes are peeled.

For what? Ain't nothing out here but lizards and beach.

You know, maybe you're right.

I'm thinking about this all wrong.

It's my fault.

Power of psychological thinking.

[rumbling]

Is that an earthquake?

No.

- Run! - Linda! Linda!

[roaring]

How's that for a target?

Jesus.

Myers, get down!

[roaring]

I'm opening fire!

C'mere.

Who do you think's flying that helicopter?

Someone with a lot of balls.

I'm coming around for another pass!

It's time for the chain gun.

[beeping]

That ain't doing squat! That armor's too thick!

Ah!

It's coming.

Time to show this lizard you don't mess with a Russian.

I'm firing more rockets!

[explosions]

That thing's too close, you might hit the team!

They're dead if I don't fire! I'm firing now!

Knock, knock. The reptile's gone.

He's underground.

Anyone home?

It's Eva.

A few minutes more and I was gonna leave.

Was that you flying?

That was some fancy flying back there.

We lost Myers.

I know. I saw.

That creature...

Gila Monster, no doubt about it.

The image on the video was...

Its tail, yes, I can see that now, but how?

The desert is its home.

Only an alien element could have caused such a massive mutation.

We found remnants of it at the site, clearly.

Right.

The creature made contact. It's been growing ever since.

Right. You ready to go back to work

or is that your new lab down there?

- [Abraham roaring] - [alarm blaring]

He's gotten loose!

Brace the door!

He's trying to get out!

[roaring]

[growling]

Ah!

Close the door! Close the door!

No!

[roars]

I've already notified Washington and the Kremlin.

This lizard won't remain hidden for long.

But how to destroy it?

The strikes you made only seemed to slow him.

Yes.

Obviously, much higher concentration

of firepower will be necessary.

This is Langley for Dr. Murphy.

It's the lab.

Linda, he's got loose. We couldn't stop him.

Abraham's escaped.

Abraham's escaped!

What?

There's no way.

[speaks Russian]

I don't understand.

His growth rate had slowed.

How could he grow three times his size so quickly?

I want to see the surveillance video.

Freeze it.

What about the cameras in the bunker before the breakout?

Maybe it has some clue.

Unfortunately, the simian disabled the surveillance camera

shortly before we received your distress call.

He's changed, but how?

What caused it?

Abraham's tracker!

Where is he heading now?

Moving fast. Looks like he's heading north towards...

Seaford? I don't know.

Any reports of further destruction?

[sighs] No, unfortunately, he's in the Blue Ridge Mountains,

but it's a ideal hiding place for an ape.

A creature that size doesn't just disappear.

People will think that it's your American Bigfoot.

It's just a matter of time.

There are rumors he has destroyed

your new Extraterrestrial Defense Initiative.

But nobody here will confirm it.

How do you know about EDI? That's classified.

Your new Star Wars program? Please.

Haven't you learned this yet about us Russians?

We know things about you people before you do.

[alarm ringing]

The signal's gone dead.

What was his last location?

I don't know, looks like Beaverton.

Huh.

You know it?

Yeah, I know it.

Went fishing there when I was growing up.

We need to get to Washington.

I think I should...

Yes, Jones?

Jones, get your coat.

Fine, fine. I'm coming, I'm coming.

Coming!

[cawing]

[cawing]

[shrieking]

We just got word!

Abraham was spotted three miles east of Rollins Fork!

We know, but that was two hours ago.

No eyes yet.

Abraham ripped out his GPS.

Smart monkey!

How can you lose giant ape?

He hasn't hit any major population centers

and appears to be hiding.

Nonsense! It's a monkey!

With the ability to comprehend complex thoughts.

What about that lizard?

Underground. No chip.

You have big problem in America.

Lizards can swim, First Secretary.

Russia can soon have the same problem.

Abraham must be getting bigger.

How?

The man behind Project Elbe is your father, right?

He has nothing to do with this.

Well, he may be able to give us some answers we need.

Like what?

Like why Abraham is still alive after all this time?

Why is he behaving so strategically?

In case you don't remember, he was dismissed

from the program because of Elbe.

I suggest you look at the present for answers,

not the past.

I believe your emotions are, uh...

adversely coloring your conclusions, Dr. Murphy.

There's nothing personal here, sir.

I haven't spoken to my father in over 10 years.

You reported some kind of glow for this creature.

Is that correct, Dr. Murphy?

Yes.

But your super chimp...

- Abraham. - Abraham, yeah.

He didn't show any glow.

No, sir, not since last contact.

Well, what do you think accounts for this discrepancy?

We believe Abraham's ingestion of the substance

was a gradual microparticulate intake...

- Uh-huh. - Much like a gas.

Okay.

It slowly penetrated the capsule

and mixed with the oxygen Abraham was breathing.

Whereas the Gila monster may have ingested

the substance directly.

This is all very interesting, doctors.

I have only one question.

Where exactly are these two freaks of nature now?

Let me introduce General Delaney, doctors,

taking command for the late General Reynolds.

Dr. Murphy, I understand you and my predecessor were very close.

You have my sympathies, but you must appreciate

that this is not a time for emotional outcries.

I didn't believe I was engaging in any.

The safety of this great nation

must take precedence over any scientific debate.

Debate over what?

Both monsters must be destroyed immediately.

Now wait a minute! Abraham...

Abraham. You see?

You're talking like that ape is your pet hamster!

Look, this is all academic, girls.

Girls?

The orders have been given. Shoot to kill.

Is this true, sir?

Abraham is part of the space program!

For all intents and purposes, he is a test pilot.

You don't have to kill him!

We can figure out what's wrong, fix this disease.

General Delaney's right.

We can't afford any more casualties.

And certainly not a nationwide panic!

Your job now is to track these beasts.

Locate them and let the military do the rest!

Is that clear?

Clear, sir.

You were saying, General?

I was saying I have six armored divisions

massing on the West Virginia border.

As soon as that salamander shows his skin, he's guacamole!

I was here, you know, when I was a child.

I didn't.

I remember you speaking of your father,

the great Noel Murphy.

Hah. Great.

He is, after all, the father of modern astrophysics.

He should have been father to his children.

Genius takes precedence. at times, even over life.

Star Trek?

Lenin.

You clearly admired the man.

You keep his photograph.

You followed in his footsteps.

I wanted his approval,

but even then, I knew his methods were unethical.

And that the ends didn't justify the means.

And all the animals forced into the space program.

Laika, Miss Baker

and all of the rabbits, dogs, mice...

and chimps all forcibly shot into space

for the benefit of mankind were a terrible mistake

borne out of ambition

and ignorance... and that it would never happen again.

My father lied to me,

the great man,

said that this time it would be different.

That Abraham would be safe.

And how he would return a hero

and become the most important ape...

important animal... who ever lived.

But he has returned

and your father's prophecy may very well come to pass.

Abraham was lost in space for 30 years!

Can you imagine the toll that has taken on his mind,

if he has any mind at all?

To speak nothing of this mutation which,

in all probability, will most likely kill him.

My father promised me...

no more animals would suffer

and I believed him!

So much so that I made Abraham that very same promise!

It wasn't your fault, Milaya.

As children, we were taught

the individual is not important.

But what matters most is service to the state.

So if one man matters not, what chance had an animal?

I've learned a lot since then.

I'll be damned if all I do is put a target on Abraham's back.

We must find him first and try to arrest his growth.

Here.

We will, Milaya.

Okay.

I've enhanced our Apache's thermal tracking

software with an algorithm that can recognize

the alien cells that are active within Abraham's biology.

But once located, will he come quietly?

You're going to need a bigger teddy bear.

I have the lab working up a hyper tranquilizer.

The one we currently have wouldn't put his leg to sleep.

I've got a plan for a net

that can be jettisoned from the belly of the Apache.

It requires explosives

and acts like an inverse reentry parachute deployment system.

No rest for the weary, huh? Just like Oxford.

I got a friend at JPL working on the prototype.

But it's not gonna be ready in over 24 hours.

What are you thinking, Milaya?

We're doing everything we can, and on no sleep at that.

Are we?

We must be missing something.

What?

I don't know.

I mean, we've been so focused on the creatures.

Maybe we should worry about this green goo.

Let the military worry about that.

[phone rings]

Hello?

When?

Check the news.

[woman] All communications are down

for ten miles surrounding Huntington

due to an unidentified electrical disturbance.

That's gotta be that damn lizard.

Delaney will be diverting all of his efforts

towards taking down that Gila monster.

We might have a chance to save Abraham.

Let's go.

I've got something... faint, but it's there.

Bearing?

Eight-two-zero.

Copy.

There's no safe place to pull over.

Find a clearing! Anywhere!

Copy.

Up ahead, right over there.

He's up ahead, 50 meters.

Strange.

Blood.

No.

Unknown.

Hang on.

The cell count is diminishing.

It's the air, yes.

It kills the alien cells.

We made some preliminary findings

while you were patrolling the crash site.

Findings?

And then all hell broke loose.

What findings?

As I said, whatever extraterrestrial component

is inherent in that material is not viable in our atmosphere.

It needs a living host.

Living host?

What about the samples back at the base?

They're all stable.

For a short time.

And then?

Total necrosis.

The blood's already breaking down.

Abraham is going to die.

When were you going to tell me this?

I wanted to, believe me.

But with the Gila surfacing and racing to save you...

Oh, bullshit!

What else are you not telling me?

Nothing.

That's not true.

Look me in the eye.

- Ah... - No!

Look at me, Eva!

What the hell did you do?

Abraham.

You injected him, didn't you?

You injected him and then erased the surveillance videos.

Abraham didn't destroy the cameras back at the bunker.

You did! Why?

We were running out of time!

I did what was necessary to keep the entity alive!

You sacrificed Abraham!

Sometimes sacrifices are necessary, Milaya!

Lenin?

Me.

For all your education, all your brilliance,

you haven't learned anything at all.

Doctors, I'm Captain James Tsao, Special Recon.

Is everything all right?

From Langley?

I remember you.

What are you doing here?

Same thing you are, hunting that monkey.

We received a report you'd set down.

We came to assist.

Thank you, but we don't need your assistance.

As you can see, what she means, Captain,

is that the area is clear.

This is a wild duck chase, as you Americans say.

Goose, wild goose.

Sir?

Over here!

Looks like blood, sir.

I wouldn't.

There's a Gila monster the size of a space shuttle

burrowing through West Virginia because it touched that stuff.

Back off, Harker!

As you can see, Captain, there's nothing here.

If he was here, he's long gone now.

We appreciate your medical advice, doctors.

But as for the target, we'll see for ourselves.

If you'll excuse us.

Move out!

You're off my team.

It's here. I can feel it.

How does an ape get to be the size of a blimp, Cap?

That's not your concern, soldier.

Yeah, you're right.

It doesn't matter how as long as it burns.

Abraham?

Target located.

Sir? What if it's the girls?

Collateral damage. [chuckles]

[grenade explodes]

- Got him! Cover our flank! - Come on!

Let's get it together. We got a date with...

[roaring]

[roaring]

Abraham!

[shrieking]

This is a critical situation.

Do you understand what will happen if we don't stop this?

And why didn't you tranquilize him?

Dr. Kuleshov had the tranquilizer,

as I already explained.

We split up.

I presume she broke away to pursue the Gila monster.

But I haven't been able to reach her.

This is why girls should not be in combat!

Call me girl one more time!

People, this is the Pentagon!

If you want to fight, go to Capitol Hill.

Now where is Dr. Kuleshov?

Like I said, I lost contact with her.

After the Special Forces team was routed.

You mean slaughtered!

Let's not lose the thread here.

Kuleshov is officially missing

and our Apache helicopter's not been found.

Do you have any idea where she might have gone?

No, sir.

Either she's... KIA...

Or she doesn't want to be found.

Dr. Kuleshov is not important right now.

If she is dead, then she died for the cause.

We should focus on task at hand.

Where is this chimp?

I conducted a thorough sweep of the immediate area

after I was picked up.

No sign.

And the giant lizard?

Went underground after it entered West Virginia.

Sure does seem like the lizard is going after the ape.

Looking for a fight!

Maybe that's for the best.

After all, they can do what you could not:

kill each other.

Maybe on your soil, Comrade.

Those two beasts start going at it,

we're going to pay the price.

I don't believe they're being led towards each other.

They're not natural enemies.

And you know this because you've worked

with giant, unearthly beasts before?

Marcos, assemble your team.

Let's try and box these MFA fighters

into some remote area in Shenandoah Park.

Minimize the damage that way.

Do what we must to neutralize the Gila monster,

but prioritize Abraham's capture.

Here we go.

It is his capture that is essential...

or the horror we're facing now will only just be the beginning.

[beeping]

My God.

Jones, get over here!

What do you want?

We've always known that the Gila monster emits

an intense cosmic glow

stemming from its exposure to the alien substance.

Not... Although naked to the visible eye,

the same emittance is detectable within Abraham,

albeit at much lower levels.

And that this emittance is internal,

emerging from the bodies of the animals in question, correct?

- Correct. - Incorrect.

Check this.

Every occurrence from the Gila monster's attack

on the train to my last encounter with Abraham.

I don't understand. What am I looking at?

I upgraded our sky mapping system

based on the cellular pattern of the alien substance.

That seems like an excessive amount of work.

I suspected something.

Look, right here.

These are distinct beams of extraterrestrial energy,

definitely incoming.

They were there all along. We just couldn't see them.

Wait, but these are going from New Mexico to Virginia.

Yeah, confirming our theory

that the quakes there were Gila-monster-related.

So you're saying that the...

the glow contains the same elemental properties

as the Gila monster...

- ...and the green substance. - And our readings off Abraham?

Yes.

But what are they?

I believe it's a guidance system.

A what?

Abraham and the Gila monster

are being directed via remote control.

You've lost your mind. It's happened. It's official.

It's all right there. I'm 100% certain.

Yeah, you've lost your mind.

Look!

The green substance is in their blood stream.

And if the aliens can control that,

they can control their every move.

It's incredible.

Okay. Where and by what?

I ordered Hubble to provide visuals

detailing point of origin.

We should get them shortly.

But the last beam originated from this location.

The Andromeda Galaxy.

2.5 million light years away,

and the Milky Way's closest neighbor.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Copy.

Thank you.

From Hubble.

Images coming in.

Put it up on the big screen.

Good God!

How do we defend against this?

EDI.

The Extraterrestrial Defense Initiative

was created for just such a purpose, First Secretary.

However, the EDI Operations Center was destroyed

when Abraham escaped from Langley.

My understanding it was under repair.

Not until further appropriations are approved.

Calm down, General.

- More politics? - This is unacceptable.

I need you to do something, not just sit there.

So we're looking at two remote-controlled monsters

guided by an alien mothership headed for earth?

No.

The Gila monster is definitely being controlled,

but Abraham's signal is weak.

I think he's resisting control.

Irregardless, this is war, gentlemen!

Intergalactic combat!

Careful, General.

I do believe you're drooling.

Dad?

What are you doing here?

As I said earlier, doctor,

reinforcements are needed, particularly now.

Well, hello, my daughter.

Nothing to say?

I'm working on it.

Put aside your differences. We need to get to work.

We need to know what the next move is gonna be.

We can't afford any more surprises.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Noah Murphy and I will head back to Langley now.

I don't need your help.

Self-sufficiency.

I am so proud of you.

You don't have the right.

Indeed, I failed you, Linda, and I am sorry.

And to add insult to injury, Elbe was an embarrassment.

A mission to have first contact

that misses is like a boomerang that just never comes back.

This one did.

Eh, a little too late.

The powers that be don't share the patience of scientists.

Then you ran away from everything.

Listen, Linda, you and your mother

were much better off without me.

Now, from an empirical perspective,

you have to agree with me.

I'm not sure I concur with your findings, doctor.

Be that as it may,

what we have on our hands now

supersedes any of our personal issues.

I'm here at the request of the government

to do whatever I can to help.

Look, your work on cellular tracking

is groundbreaking, Linda.

At least it gives us a fighting chance.

The question is how do we use this information against them?

I believe if they're being controlled by a signal,

that that signal can be interrupted.

Are you saying, cut the transmission

and render them rudderless?

Of course!

That's to assume they have no will of their own.

I believe Abraham does.

He's not acting with malice.

He only strikes when provoked.

Regardless, cutting the cable is key.

I believe it's possible to shoot a disruptive pulse

and cut right through the alien beams.

A bio-electric counter-measure.

Just a question of time.

Time we don't have.

Where are the targets currently headed?

They appear to be converging, sir.

Where?

Come on, man, where?

I don't know! Washington, D.C.

That certainly doesn't help matters.

But why?

Up until this point, they've been moving independently.

Possibly, but whomever is controlling them,

the target makes strategic sense.

With the Capitol in shambles,

the country tumbles into chaos...

Possibly the world following.

I don't believe Abraham is a drone.

You've always had a special deep affection for that simian.

Yeah, maybe I should never have brought you here.

If you hadn't, I would have never became a scientist.

And for that, I will always be grateful.

But Abraham, he is not like that Gila monster.

He wasn't exposed to the alien toxins in the same manner.

But those toxins were also injected

directly into him by your Russian partner.

She's not my partner!

Nevertheless, he now has more toxins, as you say,

within his system,

toxins that my make him more susceptible to alien command.

I believe that his signal is weaker.

Abraham is resisting control.

You mean, you hope,

and hope, Linda, is not a strategy.

Sometimes hope is the only strategy.

[buzzing]

Doctors?

I think we've got a problem.

ISS just sent us this video.

What were you saying about hope?

Did anyone else just see that?

My God, it's really happening!

Call the Pentagon, now!

What are you doing?

You must contain this.

What's going on?

High alert.

Abraham?

We're dealing with spaceships now.

Hovering over the Pacific Islands.

They're heading towards D.C.

Abraham, the Gila monster,

the ship, all of them,

they're heading towards D.C.

And you know this because?

There's no question.

And the alien mothership is right behind them.

Based on our calculations,

they'll all be upon the city in six hours.

Attacking the Capitol!

No.

Disrupting the chain of command,

giving them an opportunity to organize a strike force.

And demoralize the nation.

I don't think propaganda is part of alien agenda, General.

We will unleash the unholy hell

from the U.S. fighting force!

Your tank was wiped out in one swift swoop, General.

Tanks are Tinker Toys!

Our new supersonic cruise missiles

will punch enough holes in those suckers,

they'll wish they never came to this planet!

Gentlemen?

They're both from this planet!

The truth, sir, is we don't know what Abraham will do.

He may not be under total control of the aliens.

We have to assume the worst.

What else can we do to prevent destruction of city?

We've worked up a bio-electric formula

that could interrupt the alien transmissions

that control the creatures.

I'm requesting permission to install the transmitter

on top of the Washington Monument.

That's great! See to it.

There's no time to lose.

Let's do it.

It's the best chance we've got.

Let's just hope it works.

He might be a genius.

[Linda] Delaney, the transmitter has been

attached to the monument.

The signal will begin broadcasting shortly.

[sirens blaring]

Sir, we have a visual on the target!

Fire!

Give that monkey all you got right now!

Over there! Left quadrant!

Okay, thank you.

It's within the city limits.

How long before we transmit?

30 seconds.

You know, I used to dream of living in a world

where you touch the stars and hold hands with those beyond,

And I...

I dream of you,

not my adopted daughter,

my own flesh and blood beside me.

You got part of it right, Dad,

maybe the most important part.

Dr. Murphy!

- Yes? - Yes?

Status, status?

The transmitter is up and running.

Eisenstein, how much longer

until they're free from alien control?

I estimate the alien's beam is at 11...

no, 10% strength over Abraham.

He is almost free already.

Abraham's still holding about 10%.

Excellent.

It's working, Dad. You did it.

Well, we'll see, we'll see.

What's the timetable?

It's hard to say.

If Abraham is in more possession of his faculties,

we might be able to free him sooner.

Eisenstein says we're at eight percent now.

Almost there...

What about the Gila monster?

He's resisting.

The transmitter must not be able to reach him underground.

Eisenstein, what's the percentage?

Alien control of Gila monster

is holding at 90%.

90%? That much?

Damn it!

Patience, Linda, patience. Give it time.

That's one luxury we can't afford.

Eisenstein, please tell me you know where this thing is.

Hard to say, his signal is weak.

The Gila's signal has spiked! It's about to emerge!

Excuse me? Did I hear that right?

She said the Gila... is about to emerge.

Where?

[roar]

[Gila monster roaring]

[roaring]

Gentlemen...

We have a new target.

I don't see Abraham!

Eisenstein, what's Abraham's status?

Abraham is completely free from control!

But without alien signal, his location is unclear.

Abraham is free!

But he must have run away. We should do the same.

Linda, you don't need to be here.

You're not a soldier.

Damn right. Come on!

No.

I'm a scientist, just like my father.

Real cute, but now's not the time. Come on.

Linda, let's get out of...

Wait a minute, do you hear that?

[Abraham growls]

[Abraham screeches]

There he is! Hit that ape!

No! Don't shoot him!

Stop! Abraham is no longer under alien control!

Hold your fire on the monument!

Abraham is not a threat!

I repeat, Abraham is not a threat!

And we're making sure of that, baby doll!

[roaring]

Asshole.

Fire!

Our countermeasure's are over there.

That cowboy's liable to bungle the whole show.

Come on! Knock that bastard down!

Come on! Blow him to smithereens, I say!

I'll be dipped in pig shit!

[Eisenstein] I have bad news...

Alien beam has regained control of Abraham.

The longer the signal is down,

the more mindless and destructive he will become.

Without the signal, we lose the only chance we still had.

Tell me there's another transmitter,

prototype, anything!

A prototype, yes,

but it's incomplete and on the other side of D.C.

It's too dangerous.

It looks like I failed you again, daughter.

Sir, we've lost General Delaney.

And the transmitter is down.

What are your orders?

What else can do to prevent destruction of city?

We can't save the city.

Patch me through to Dr. Murphy.

It's over. Get out of DC while you still can.

We're gonna burn the whole place to the ground.

The hell with that!

Now's not the time to give up.

Grab your car. Meet me out front.

What?

We're going after that device.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you not see what's happening out there?

- We're toast! - We're going after that device!

Now, Jones, go!

Dad?

The transmitter is in a black box

in a white van with a beacon

at the top of the City Center parking structure.

You can find it! It's there!

Okay.

Then we got a chance.

- Yes. - Let's go.

Wait! What are you doing?

I'm getting you to safety.

I'm not leaving you up here.

Linda, look around.

Inside, outside, the danger's everywhere.

I belong here.

This is the best vantage point in the city.

I can give you live updates on the location

of the Gila monster and Abraham.

Go. Get the job done.

I'll be with you the whole way.

Get in the car.

Hit it!

You got it, boss.

Whoa.

Easy there, Bullitt.

I've been dying to do this.

Do what?

Drive like a maniac with complete and utter

disregard for all authority.

Don't get cocky.

The Gila monster still has the authority until we cut his cord.

Good thing they've already evacuated this place.

[roaring]

Isn't that always how it goes?

Politicians go first in their helicopters

while they leave the rest of us here to fry.

She's doing what? Get me Murphy!

What are you doing to help contain this monster?

You should be using nuclear weapons.

Speak of the devil.

Murphy, I understand you're on some kind of suicide mission.

Explain.

Suicide is not our intention, sir.

A prototype of the device my father created

to sever alien control from the monsters

is somewhere in a van.

Sounds pretty futile, Murphy.

Isn't there any other course of action?

What's your father say?

Dad, what's your take?

[Noah] Restore the transmitter, cut the signal,

and the destruction stops.

It might stop the alien ship, too.

My father concurs.

Murphy, you make a good point.

- [tires screeching] - The road!

[growling]

He's right behind us. Step on it!

Doing the best I can!

Murphy! Are you still there?

For all intents and purposes.

The device is in an indestructible box.

fitted with a tracking device.

It's our only hope to gain the upper hand.

We have to find that device.

I like your spirit, Murphy. Let's hope it's enough.

Do you need any support?

Troops or equipment?

Negative, sir.

I've got all the backup I need.

Get the job done, and God be with you.

Now you sound like my father, sir.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Marcos out.

Hang a right at the next light.

Right. I said right!

Don't tell me where to drive, by the way.

I know this town like the back of my hand, okay?

All right, okay.

It's directly up ahead.

Park it... park it over there.

[Gila monster roaring]

Sure about that?

Nothing's sure in science, Jones.

You know that... until it's proven.

It's up there! Probably near the roof!

Of course it is. Great! Fantastic!

The Gila monster is getting closer!

Hey! Wait, wait, wait.

There it is.

It's there!

How are we gonna get in?

Ah!

They make that look so much easier in the movies.

Incomplete is right.

Where's the auxiliary power source...

Damn it! Jones, see if the car has a compression filter.

Wait a minute, got it!

Hurry up, Murphy! We don't have much time.

Gunships are on standby.

Come on... come on!

Looks like it's still functional.

Do you need that filter or not?

Linda, you'll need to manually bypass the motivator.

Only then will the signal resume.

Is that the red or the blue channel?

- This might take a minute. - I'll keep watch.

Did you know we have court side seats to the end of the world?

[Sec.] What are you doing?

Extraction point is in opposite direction.

Where are you going?

[Eva] They need all the help they can get in Washington.

Are you crazy?

This is not your fight, Eva.

[Eva] How one fights...

is just as important as the result it yields.

This is insubordination...

I'm coming, Linda. I'm coming.

Linda, you almost done?

Almost got it...

We're running out of time.

[Noah] I know you can do it, Linda.

I love you.

All right. Here goes nothing.

[Eisenstein] The signal is on!

Abraham is regaining control!

The Gila is holding. And it's right on top of them.

[Gila shrieking]

Ah!

Son of a bitch.

[Abraham roaring]

Abraham!

Kick his ass!

[roaring]

No!

Linda!

It's Eva.

Please forgive me!

There's nothing to forgive.

I'm sorry, too.

You did what you thought was right.

That's all I needed to hear, Milaya.

[speaking Russian] So long!

[speaking Russian] Screw you, you son of a bitch!

[screaming]

[sobbing]

[Gila suffering]

Damn it.

Tell the gunships they have my permission to fire!

Linda, congratulations.

I understand you've accomplished your mission.

No, wait, I didn't do anything!

Abraham killed the Gila monster!

That's one down, one to go.

The gunships are en route to take that monkey out.

So I suggest you get your ass out of there.

No! You don't understand!

Abraham defeated the monster!

Wait! No!

Murphy. Murphy, are you there?

Oh, God, no.

I'm sorry, Abraham. I'm so sorry.

All air units.

This is National Security Adviser Marcos, do not...

I repeat, do not fire on the simian.

Copy sir, we're falling back.

Sir! ISS has just confirmed,

the alien spacecraft has left our atmosphere.

Are you certain, doctor?

Well, according to our readings,

the alien spacecraft has left the atmosphere

and is heading back to whence it came.

With their tail between their legs, no doubt.

General Delaney would certainly be happy about that.

We will continue tracking it, of course.

And the remote control over the creatures?

The felled Gila monster is creating no signs whatsoever.

Totally inactive.

Cool. And the simian?

What's going on? Where's Abraham?

Linda! Linda, easy, easy. He's going to be okay.

He's going to be okay.

That's what you told me when I was nine!

Now, now, now, now, look.

I learned my lesson. No more lies, no more hiding.

Science smiles only on the truth.

And truth is, you were right about Abraham all along.

Multiple witnesses told me

that he took down that Gila monster singlehandedly.

But... but why did you call off the gunships

if you needed further confirmation

of what I already told you?

Well, my dear, I acted on something

I haven't considered since I was a little boy.

- And what's that? - Faith.

What about Abraham?

Where will he go now?

Doctor?

Well, we found a base out near Santa Fe

we think would be the perfect sanctuary for him...

For him to heal and for the two of you to get reacquainted.

And, of course, it's the perfect location for study.

Study?

What... What kind of study and by whom?

By you alone.

You have total authority on the matter if you want it.

And with a little assistance from an old man,

if you'll have me.

Thanks, Dad. I'd like that very much.

[growling]

A hero's welcome.

♪

[roars]

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