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(Beeping)

(insects chirping)

(birds twittering)

(drill buzzing)

(clears throat)

- Hey. - Hey.

(pencil scratching)

How's it looking there, bro?

Well, that depends.

You want the good news or the bad news?

There's good news?

No, actually that's the bad news.

- There's no good news? - There's no good news.

Why have you got to ask me that and get my hopes up?

Relax. It's just a figure of speech.

So how bad is bad?

Well, if my math is correct--

That is a big "if."

Like I said, if my math is right...

(calculator clicking)

...we're about three grand in the hole.

Holy cow. Three grand?

Three grand.

I don't know how we're gonna buy the window casings or the gutters.

What do you mean? We don't have another grant payment coming?

Not till we finish this room, which we can't do

without more money to buy more supplies.

Just put it on the credit card.

The credit card?

Ethan, the credit card has been maxed for weeks.

(sighs)

I say we cut our losses, get out of this thing cold.

You're kidding me, right?

We're halfway done. We can't stop now,

not to mention the fact that Mom and Dad

devoted their lives to this inn. Get your head out of your ass.

I thought that's why we were doing this.

(sighs)

Eh...

(distant rumbling)

Holy cow.

It's not that bad. It's not the end of the world.

I'm talking about that. There's something falling from the sky.

Wow.

Whoa.

What?

Whoa.

I'd better call the sheriff.

What?

(screaming)

There.

Cool.

- (whistles) - Oh.

This is awesome.

It's like a spaceship or something.

It's not a spaceship.

Look at those weird symbols on the wreckage.

It's Russian.

An old Russian spaceship.

It's not a spaceship, you big dork.

Well, what is it?

I don't know. Probably a satellite.

How do you know?

I saw this thing on TV once.

There's hundreds of them up there floating around.

Sometimes they stop working and they crash to earth.

You think Gregoropoulos knows?

(cow moos)

No, looks like he slept right through it.

Figures.

What do you reckon we do with it?

I don't know. I guess we should call the space agency

or the feds or something.

Why? So we can get full-body cavity searches?

Okay, well, what do you want to do with it?

Sell it. Satellites are worth a lot of money.

It's junk, Ethan. Who's gonna want to buy junk?

Together: Earl.

I've got a tarp in the back we can wrap it all up in.

(thunder rumbling)

What the heck is that?

Beats me.

Maybe it's one of those giant gorilla things

you put on carwash roofs.

Would you take your car to a place that had that on the roof?

I guess not.

- What's up, guys? - Good morning, Max.

Hey. Can I get you some coffee or something?

Yeah, coffee would be great. Thanks, man.

Damn, Earl. What the heck are you making?

Oh, that there, Ethan, is what you call an iron golem.

An iron what?

The golem. It's from Jewish folklore.

Certain rabbis used to create these giant servants

to protect the townsfolk.

You mean, like a scarecrow?

I'm building that for the town centennial.

It's gonna be a surprise.

Oh, yeah, it's definitely gonna be that.

Beautiful, ain't it?

Oh, it's definitely unique.

Yeah. Yep, definitely

unique.

So what brings you boys out yonder?

Uh, got something I want to show you.

(chuckles)

Wow, what you got here?

A satellite--

crash-landed on Gregoropoulos' place this morning.

It's Russian.

- You don't say. - Uh-huh.

Well, Gregoropoulos-- he don't want it?

Finders keepers.

(chuckles)

I'll give you $200.

(blows air) I was thinking more along the lines of $2,000.

What, are you nuts? It's just a pile of scrap metal.

The heck it is. That's genuine space debris, Earl.

Yeah, and there is gold and silver in some of that metal, too,

and you know it.

Well, all right, I'll give you $500.

$1 ,500.

Well...

I'll tell you what:

it's only because I like you boys and that's the only reason.

I'll-- I'll go to $800.

- Jake: A thou-- - $800 sounds pretty good.

(tower bells ringing)

Oh, don't look at me like that.

800 bucks is a good deal.

I mean it's Russian space junk, not even made in America.

I could have got him up to $1 ,000 if you hadn't jumped in.

That would have covered all the gutters.

Yeah, but whose idea was it to sell it?

Spare me, Einstein.

Holy cow.

So he said.

I didn't know she was back.

Neither did I.

You should try it.

Are you okay, bro?

You look like you just saw a ghost.

Aren't you gonna go say hi?

- What for? - What for?

Are you kidding me? The love of your life just walked by.

That was a long time ago, Ethan.

Exactly. So why are you still holding a grudge?

Go get the gutters, okay?

♪ I got some new shoes on, baby ♪

♪ I'm gonna walk away my blues ♪

♪ Hmm, yeah ♪

♪ I got some new shoes on, pretty baby ♪

♪ I'm gonna walk away my blues, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, don't get so excited, baby... ♪

Max, I need a refill.

All right.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what I say now... ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ If you're gonna spend some time with me... ♪

You're out of beer, Grandpa.

You want me to go into town and get you some?

Do bears crap in the woods?

Max: I'll take that as a yes.

That boy.

Lover boy.

Shut up. Go, just get the gutters, would you?

Amanda.

- Jake. - Hi.

So when did you get back into town?

A few days ago.

Staying at my aunt's.

I've been meaning to call you.

Okay, sure.

Come on.

Of course I was going to call you.

I'm just getting settled in

and having a bit of culture shock

coming back to Redeemer.

I can imagine.

So who is this lovely young lady?

This is my daughter Claire.

- Hi, Claire. I'm Jake. - Hi.

Hi. I'm an old friend of your mom's.

What do you think of our little town?

It's okay, I guess.

Takes a bit of getting used to.

I bet it does. It must be a pretty big change for you, huh?

Yeah. It's the smallest town I've ever seen.

(Jake and Amanda laugh)

Well, yeah, it might be, but it's also what makes it so special.

I'm gonna go wait in the car, Mom. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too, Claire.

She seems like a great kid.

She is.

And things are good for you?

You're still working as a biology teacher, right?

Uh, I'm getting a divorce.

Wow. Uh...

I'm sorry to hear that.

Gee, you guys seemed like the perfect couple.

Well, we were at one time.

It must be pretty hard for Claire, I guess, huh?

She's-- she's hanging in there.

Claire: Mom, let's go.

Are you guys moving back here then or--?

Oh, no. We're just staying with my aunt, you know,

- until I can figure things out. - Right.

I think Claire would go crazy if we stayed here.

I don't know. You never know. She might grow to like it here.

Well, I should get going. My aunt's expecting us back.

Right. Okay.

It's good to see you, Jake.

It's good to see you, too, Amanda.

Whoa, whoa, wait a sec.

Would you like to maybe, uh...

I don't know, get dinner sometime?

I don't think so, Jake.

I think I really need to spend some time alone, you know?

I understand. It's okay.

But, you know, if there's anything that I can help you with,

anything at all, just let me know.

That's sweet. Thanks.

I'm sure we'll bump into each other again.

I'm sure we will.

- Bye. - See you.

♪ I heard that air raid siren blare ♪

♪ Before the storm blew through the air... ♪

- (static over music) - ♪ You can't shoot it down ♪

♪ You can't fight it back ♪

♪ You just hunker down ♪

♪ Till the danger's past... ♪

All right.

Let's get your hand on you.

There we go.

(machine whirring)

(static blaring over music)

(grunts)

Announcer: Bradley under pressure, throws long.

- (crowd cheering) - Whoo-hoo! Yeah.

Announcer: Reed throws it back to the 50-yard line.

Go, baby. Go, go, go.

Announcer: He's up to 30. He could go--

(radio static)

What? No, not now.

(motor clattering, engine dies)

Oh, for the love of God.

All right.

What did I do this time, Lord?

(muttering)

(thudding footsteps)

(growls)

(saw buzzing)

I'm still waiting to hear how it went with Amanda.

I told you I don't want to talk about it.

Did she say how long she was here for?

Not very long.

Look, I put aside a little money for Gregoropoulos.

Gregoropoulos? What for?

It's a finder's fee.

He didn't find it. We found it.

Yeah, I know we found it, but we found it on his land.

No, you're right, Jake.

The poor guy has been having a harder time than us.

That's why you're the big bro.

Whatever, sarcastic.

Don't burn the place down.

- I'll just keep working. - I doubt that.

(Earl groaning)

Grandpa!

Grandpa, are you okay? What happened?

I think somebody knocked me out and stole my statue.

What? How could someone have taken the statue?

Well, you can see it's gone, can't you?

All right, come on.

Let's get you inside. I'm gonna call the sheriff.

- Are you all right? - Ow.

Man: ♪ Oh, I don't want... ♪

(whistles a tune)

♪ Oh, I don't want... ♪

(exhales)

(car approaching)

All right, time we got a little action.

- (beeping) - Ka-pow! Watch out, man.

- (beeps) - (exhales)

Only in Redeemer.

- (radio clicks) - Woman: Sheriff, come in.

Well, I hope you got something exciting, because this has turned out to be

one very boring Saturday night.

I just received a call from Earl up at the scrap yard.

Well, it's better than nothing.

What's it this time? Kids stole firecrackers in his yard?

No, sir. Someone stole one of his metal sculptures.

(laughs) Who'd want to steal something made of junk?

Well, did he give a description of the thief?

No, sir. He says they knocked him out cold before he could see who it was.

Uh-huh. Really? What's this sculpture look like?

He says it's 17 feet tall and weighs about a ton.

(laughs) 17 feet tall and weighs a ton?

You'd need a tractor trailer to steal something that big.

- I imagine so, Sheriff. - Uh-huh.

Well, I guess we'd best keep our eyes peeled

for large vehicles moving through town, huh?

Copy that, sir.

This is a bad idea, Grandpa.

Those thieves can't have got very far.

There's only one road out of this town,

and if we move fast, we can catch them.

I just really think you should let the sheriff handle this.

Ha! That flatfoot-- he can't even handle his own old lady.

(cocks gun) Now let's go get that bastard.

No, no, no. You need to calm down.

Okay? Just take a breath,

have a seat. I'll get you a beer or something, okay?

Are you chickening out on me, son?

No, no, I'm not. I just think we should wait for the sheriff.

All right, I'll catch the bastards myself.

Grandpa, they're long gone.

(distant dog barking)

Hi, Ethan.

Amanda Spelling. Girl, I haven't seen you in ages.

You look the same as when I left.

You haven't aged a bit.

You've still got your baby face.

You're still just as pretty.

I hear you're some smarty-pants science teacher.

You could say that, yeah.

I came by to see Jake. Is he around?

You just missed him.

He should be back soon if you want to wait.

I can get you something to drink. I'm sure he'd love to see you.

No, it's all right. I have to get back to my aunt's.

You should have seen his face when he saw you today--

like he'd seen a ghost.

Oh, poor guy.

I came to apologize.

Apologize for what?

I could've been nicer.

Seeing your high school sweetheart after 16 years

when you're going through a nasty divorce

is not the best timing.

Don't worry about it.

He knows you're going through a tough time.

Yeah.

Will you tell him that I'll try to stop by before I leave?

Will do.

Hey, either of you boys married yet?

Not me. I've still got wild oats to sow.

I don't know what Jake's problem is.

You know he hasn't had a long-term relationship with anyone but you?

I think you're the only girl he's ever liked.

(cows mooing)

Steve?

Steve, it's Jake Hampton. Are you around?

I've got something for you.

Hey, Steve.

Steve? Steve?

It's Jake Hampton. You home?

- (car door opens and closes) - (engine starts)

(lights buzzing)

(thudding footsteps)

(grunts)

Oh!

(metallic banging)

Hey, Ethan, what's up with the lights?

Hey.

Ethan.

Ethan?

Ethan.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ethan. Ethan.

(thudding footsteps)

What the--? What the--?

What the--?

(police radio chatter)

Dispatcher: Sheriff, come in.

- (whistling a tune) - (unzips)

(urinating)

- Dispatcher: Sheriff, are you there? - (sheriff harrumphs)

(continues whistling)

Dispatcher: Bill, do you copy?

What's up, honey bunny?

I just got a call from Jake Hampton.

His brother's been killed.

What? Ethan? How?

Dispatcher: Jake says that Ethan was killed

by Earl's statue.

Oh, very funny.

Let me guess: the Hampton boys are pulling a practical joke?

Those boys and their pranks.

It's not a prank, Bill.

Jake swears that he saw it with his own eyes,

and he gave the same description that Earl did.

(zips up)

All right. On my way.

(computer beeps)

I hate this place.

(knocks)

You're still up?

It's not my fault. The Internet here is the worst.

I finally just got my emails open now.

Okay, come on,

shut it down now, sweetie.

You can read them in the morning.

I want to finish writing back to Daddy first.

Okay, you can have 10 more minutes.

Then it's lights out.

Deal?

Why can't you and Daddy just make up?

(sighs)

Because we just can't,

not this time.

10 more minutes, okay?

Yeah.

Good night, Claire.

Good night, Mom.

- (computer beeps) - Oh, come on.

Oh, my God.

Mom.

- Are you okay? - Are we having an earthquake?

- (glass crashes) - (woman screaming)

Auntie Beth.

(siren wails)

What's going on, Jake?

My brother's dead.

I'm so sorry.

(exhales) Ethan.

Jenny, come in.

Go ahead, Sheriff.

Wake the coroner and tell him to get his butt to Jake's place pronto.

Is it Ethan?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Oh, my God. Who would want to kill Ethan?

I don't know.

I don't think this is a homicide.

Looks like he got awfully sick from something.

Okay, I'm calling the coroner right now.

Is she--?

How? What happened?

I don't know.

It looks like

some kind of allergic reaction to something.

- (screams) - (statue growling)

- What was that thing? - I don't know.

Oh, my God.

The car won't start.

(thudding footsteps)

Hurry, Mom.

- (engine starts) - Oh, my God.

(tires screeching)

Oh, my God. What was that, Mom?

I don't know. Are you okay?

I want to go home now.

We will, baby. We will.

We're just gonna go to the sheriff's first, okay?

Okay. Okay, okay.

- Where's my golem? - You crazy son of a bitch,

- that thing killed my brother. - Take it easy, Jake, take it easy.

What are you talking about?

That thing-- that thing that you built just killed my brother.

That's crazy talk.

Ethan's dead. And it ain't pretty.

- Ethan's really dead? - Yeah, Earl.

You'd better stop that machine before it kills someone else.

It's not a machine, Jake. It's a statue, and somebody stole it.

That's a load of crap, Earl.

Look, Jake, I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry about Ethan.

You know I love him. But I'm not a rocket scientist.

I couldn't build a machine. I don't even have a high school diploma.

You're lying. I know you're lying

because I know what I saw.

You're seriously telling me

that you saw my golem

walking around on its own two feet all by itself?

Yes, I saw your thing walking around on its legs by itself.

It shook the freakin' building.

And he ain't been drinking, Earl.

And it's a fact that something very strange killed Ethan.

But where'd it go?

I don't know where it went, Earl.

Maybe it went back to the scrap yard.

All right, fellas, settle down.

Here's the coroner. We'll get to the bottom of this.

I've never seen anything like this.

Every artery in his body is distended.

Distended? What does that mean-- distended?

It's when an internal pressure causes an artery to swell.

Caused by what?

It would have to be some kind of extreme bacterial infection.

Like that E. coli?

Yeah. I need to do blood work.

You're saying poor Ethan died from eating bad meat?

Are you kidding me?

Are you trying to blame Ethan's death on a bad hamburger?

I saw what killed him. I saw it with my own two eyes.

It wasn't a piece of meat.

Jake believes that his brother was killed by some kind of machine.

I see no external injuries or bruises.

This man died of internal causes.

Only a severe bacterial infection could have done this.

This is ridiculous.

Jake, Jake, where are you going?

I need to do an autopsy right away.

If this man died of E. coli, we need to trace the source.

All right then, do it.

Hello?

Let's go check the bar. Come on.

Oh, no, no.

Jake.

What do you think you're doing, Jake?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Are you gonna hunt down some machine you think you saw?

I'm not crazy, Bill. I know what I saw.

All right then, do me a favor and leave that rifle behind.

I have a permit. I'm not breaking any laws.

Well, I'd just hate to see you do something you might regret.

Are you done?

(country music playing)

♪ Winners win, losers lose ♪

♪ Until the money comes around... ♪

All right, that's it. Last call.

It's closing time.

It ain't closing time.

Look around you, Harry. Do you see what I see?

A freakin' empty bar, that's what. No offense,

but you're not exactly the biggest spender in town.

I remember when your pa used to pack 'em in here every night,

no matter what day of the week it was.

Yes, well, when times are hard, it's small towns like ours

- that often get shafted. - (door opens)

Does anyone know where the sheriff is?

She can't come in here, Amanda.

I need to use your phone.

What? Okay, but listen, she can't be in here.

If the sheriff comes by, he'll shut me down for having a minor.

No, she's staying in here. It's not safe out there.

- What are you talking about? - Something just killed my aunt.

- What? - What do you mean, something?

I don't know. It was like a thing.

It looked like scrap metal. It was a machine.

Methinks the lady's been in Hollywood just a little too long.

I'm serious, Tony.

- What's wrong with the phone? - I don't know.

What? It was working earlier.

The wire must be down or something.

That thing did it. It tore down the phone lines.

(laughing)

It's not funny. My aunt's dead.

Was this thing, like, 18 feet tall?

Was it built out of old car parts?

- Yes. - Yeah. Have you seen it?

Yeah.

It's not a machine, though. It's a statue.

My grandfather built it.

That thing wasn't a statue. It moved. It chased us.

Look, it was stolen tonight, okay?

So someone must be using it to try to scare you guys.

Well, whatever it is, it just killed my aunt.

Hello?

Hey, anybody here?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'll be right back. It's okay.

I'm just gonna look out the window and see if the sheriff's back.

Don't get too close.

It's okay, sweetie.

I brought you some water.

Thank you.

Listen,

I'm sorry about your aunt.

Claire: Thank you.

He's here. Come on, hon.

The sheriff's back.

Hey, Max, so your grandfather's

in the monster-making business now, is he?

It's not a monster, Tony.

- It's a statue, a golem. - A what?

(thunder rumbling)

Sheriff. Sheriff.

'Evening, Amanda.

- My aunt's been killed. - When?

- Just an hour ago. - Where?

- At her house. - What happened?

Something infected her-- some kind of machine,

a huge robot.

What did it look like?

(radio static, squealing)

(turns off radio) Piece of junk.

(lights buzzing)

Hmm, the place needs a bit of fixing, Tony.

What now?

(engine sputtering)

(engine stops)

Maybe it's the monster.

Hey, hey, you be nice, okay?

It's not a monster.

It's a golem. Isn't that right, Max?

Yeah, you're very funny.

(thudding footsteps)

What the heck?

Oh, my God. It's here.

- What is? - The monster.

Amanda: Where is it now?

- (cocks gun) - You need a bigger gun.

(women exclaiming)

(women screaming)

Did you hear that? It sounded like shooting.

Oh. Oh.

Harry.

Claire!

Amanda: Claire!

(Claire screaming)

Where's Max? Did he make it in?

Earl, what is going on?

Come on.

(tires screech)

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

Run, Amanda, run!

Amanda!

Amanda, are you all right?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Come on.

Watch out. Watch out!

(moaning)

Okay, come on, let's get out of here. Let's go. Let's go.

Holy crap, what was that thing?

A killer robot? How do we stop that thing, Earl?

What in God's name did you create, Earl?

You answer me, okay? How do we kill that thing?

I don't know. It's just a statue.

A statue?

A statue? It killed my brother!

That statue killed the sheriff!

I'm so sorry.

Where's my daughter?

Amanda, she's-- she's not here.

- I have to find her. - She didn't come back.

Move. Let me out, Tony.

Are you nuts? You saw what those things did to the sheriff.

That's right. And my daughter is out there.

- I have to find her. - Those things will kill you.

A little help, please.

Don't let it touch you.

Move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay. I saw Claire go with Max.

She's in good hands.

Trust me, okay?

At least they're not in here with us, right?

I mean they probably went to get help, right, Jake?

Hey! Hey, would you slow down?

- We have to get help. - I know, I know.

But the next town is, like, 20 miles away.

- I told you it was a machine. - It's not a machine.

- Then what is it? - It's-- it's a golem.

- What's a golem? - It's supposed to be for protection.

So your grandfather is some kind of a wizard, then?

What? No, he's not a wizard. He runs a junkyard, all right?

He built a sculpture of a golem for the town's centennial.

I just-- I have no idea how it's able to move around like that.

Well, obviously, whatever he made is a machine.

It's impossible, okay?

I helped him build the thing.

There's no motors in it, there's no computers.

It's just scrap metal. It's all just junk.

Okay.

Man, this-- this can't be happening.

Well, what are those things? What do they want?

(phone clicking)

The phones are dead.

I have to find Claire.

No way. It's too dangerous out there.

Well, I can't just sit here.

Look, we gotta figure out what it is that we're up against, okay?

(metal scraping)

Oh, my God.

Holy crap. What do we do?

What we do with any big bug.

- No, don't touch it. - Why not?

- Hey, back up, back up. - It's got some kind of

poisonous mold on it. That's what just killed the sheriff.

We gotta get rid of that thing, man.

Are you sure that it's a mold and not some kind of bacteria?

No, bacteria are microscopic. They can't be seen with a naked eye.

Whoa.

Who cares what it is, guys? That thing just killed the sheriff.

- We gotta get rid of it. - Look, 'cause the coroner said

that Ethan died from an extreme form of bacteria.

And he died the exact same way that the sheriff just did.

There is a rare, non-microscopic species of bacteria

found in ocean sediment, but never on land.

Whoa. Holy crap! It's after me.

Somebody do something.

Quick! Quick! Do something!

Nice one, Jake.

You killed it, man. Way to go.

Hell, if it's that easy to kill, we should get our asses outside

and chop up the rest of it before it gets away.

Yeah.

It's not dead.

Oh, man.

We are so screwed.

(radio static, squealing)

Sheriff, do you copy?

Can you hear me?

I'm getting some kind of weird squealing on my radio.

- Hey! Help! - Help!

- Claire: Help. - Stop.

- What's going on? - Look, Jen,

something terrible is happening in town right now.

You need to call the army or something.

- Yeah. - What are you guys talking about?

- It's my grandfather's sculpture. - You found it?

No.

It's alive.

Alive?

Well, maybe. Maybe. I don't know.

But it is attacking the town right now.

- Get in the back. - Are you gonna call for help?

Not until I see what the heck it is you kids are talking about.

We're telling the truth, okay? 'Cause you gotta call

- the army or something right now. - Get in the back, Max.

If this is some kind of deadly bacteria,

we need to start figuring a way to exterminate it.

You're the biology teacher.

Huh, it does look like

some kind of bacterial cell structure.

Come on, guys. We don't have time for science class.

Hey, Tony, you want us to figure this out or not?

Yeah, well, we should be figuring a way out of here

before that stuff spreads all over the place and kills us.

I don't think it can spread in here.

It seems to only thrive on metal. Look.

It's not spreading to the wooden handle

or the floor.

Yeah, you're right. It's staying on the axe head.

So the question is, if this is some new species of bacteria,

where did it come from?

The satellite.

- What satellite? - Ethan and I

found a crashed satellite this morning. And then we sold it to Earl.

And you put some of those satellite pieces on your statue.

No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did. I recognized some of the Russian writing on it.

No, I didn't. Jake, those pieces-- they must have put themselves on,

just like they're moving around outside by themselves right now.

Did you say Russian?

Those commie sons of bitches.

It's a biological attack.

Could that be what this is?

Is this some kind of biological weapon?

I don't think so. I mean it's not a toxin like Anthrax.

And it's not airborne, or we'd all be dead.

- Right. - I've never seen a bacteria

strong enough to propel its host.

Host? You mean it's some sort of parasite?

Well, it's using the metal surface to colonize,

which means the metal is providing it

with basic nutritional needs.

Earl’s statue gave it a home.

Well, that's great.

Everybody else in town is having their homes foreclosed,

and you give this thing a place to live.

Jake: Tony, it's not his fault.

Oh, God, I hope Claire's okay.

Hey, I'm sure that she and Max are long gone by now, okay?

I don't see anyone.

Do you think that thing's gone?

I don't know. I don't see it anywhere.

I want to look for my mom.

Where did all this happen, Max?

Just down the street a bit, by the sheriff's office.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

It's okay. I'm not gonna touch it.

Wow.

Why is it doing that?

It's attracted to something in our bodies.

You mean it's one of them flesh-eating bacteria?

No.

Given how its victims' veins enlarge,

it might be that it's extracting something from our blood.

Oh, that's great. It's vampire bacteria.

Next thing you know, we'll need silver bullets to stop this thing.

What's it extracting?

Well, human blood's loaded with metals--

iron, copper, zinc.

So given that this bacteria thrives on metal surfaces,

it's probably consuming the metal in our blood.

So then it is alien?

If it came from the satellite.

What's this alien invader want?

Probably what all bacteria want--

to reproduce

and feed.

(exhales)

(siren whooping)

Hey, guys, it's Deputy Jenny.

We should escape now, while we can.

Tony: Uh-uh, no way,

not with those things out there swimming around like sharks.

Harry: But they don't seem to be moving right now.

They will, once they sense blood.

Hey, look at that car. It died, just like mine.

Yeah, mine, too.

That's weird.

The car went dead.

That means that thing's still here.

Is that the bacteria that's doing that?

Its nerve impulses are giving off an electromagnetic field.

Damn, talk about a super bug.

As long as she stays in the car and can radio for help,

she'll be fine.

Okay, come on.

I'm telling you, Jenny, you need to call the army or something right now.

How am I gonna do that, Max? Everything's dead.

Oh, no.

You shouldn't go out there.

Oh, no.

Jenny.

(crying)

(shouting) Get back in the car. Get back in the car. Jenny!

- Jenny, get back in the car, come on. - Get back in the car.

No!

Get back in the car!

My mom's in the bar.

Amanda: No, Jenny!

- All right, let's go. Let's go. - Amanda: Jenny, stop!

How do we get out of here? There's no door handle.

(sobbing)

Mom! Mom!

- Amanda: No. - Jake: Get back in the car.

- Get back in the car. - Get in the car.

They can't see us.

- They're trying to warn Jenny. - Of what?

That's pieces from the statue.

- Jenny! - Get in here!

It's going for her. Deputy!

- Jake: Jenny, get back in the car. - No, get back in the car.

- What are you doing? - Amanda: No.

Jenny!

Deputy, no!

(grunting)

Oh, my God.

All right, this is crazy.

I don't understand what's happening right now.

Whatever it is, we need to get out of here.

Mom!

Oh, my God. Look.

Is that thing putting itself back together?

It sure looks that way.

Oh, man, this just gets better and better.

I don't understand.

How can a statue put itself together?

We should have chopped up the son of a bitch

- when we had the chance. - No doubt.

That thing's coming together.

I want out of the car. Get me out of the car.

Mom, get me out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Someone's in the cruiser.

It's Max. He's trapped in the back seat.

And Claire's there, too. We need to get them out.

How are we gonna do that?

That thing is putting itself together right in front of the car.

- I gotta get to my truck. - Wait, wait, wait, out there right now?

I was gonna blow that thing up earlier, okay?

So I loaded a propane tank and a rifle in my truck.

Now, are you sure that that thing is attracted to blood?

As much as sharks. What are you thinking?

We cover the propane tank in blood. We use it as bait.

When the thing goes for it, we shoot the tank--

blows the whole thing to kingdom come.

- Sounds good. - It's good.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Where are you going? - To get my daughter.

Okay, but you stay behind me. We go to the driver's side so we don't whet

- that thing's appetite, okay? - Okay.

- Are you ready? - Yeah.

Holy crap, it's alive.

I wouldn't get too close if I were you.

Yeah, well, you're not me, are you?

Whoa.

(Claire yelps)

This is nuts.

Holy crap.

Mom!

Don't get out. Get back in the car.

Stay in the car.

We're going to blow it up.

Okay.

Sweet.

What's it doing?

Just sitting there.

You got any spray cleaner?

- Spray cleaner? - Yeah, something that kills germs.

Look out.

(screaming)

Dear God in heaven.

Wait. That's not a vein.

Okay, you do it.

Yeah, okay. Okay.

No, no, no, I mean you cut me.

No, it's better I do this. You have to shoot the tank.

This is a nightmare.

What are you doing with the soap?

I'm gonna find a way to kill this damn thing before anyone else dies.

You think soap is strong enough to kill something as dangerous as this?

It says "antibacterial."

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You really never had another girlfriend after me?

Nothing serious, no.

You're crazy. Half the girls in town want you.

I'm picky.

Soap didn't do crap.

Maybe not,

but there's something.

Trust me, we just gotta think.

What else kills bacteria?

This spray cleaner says it kills germs.

- It's coming. - Get back.

(Claire screaming)

Hey!

Smell this, you hunk of junk.

Come on. Come on, over here.

- Claire: Max, let's get out of here. - Come on.

Hey!

- It's coming. - Get back.

It's coming back. Oh, my God.

(Claire screaming)

Don't touch it. Don't touch it.

Hey!

Come on, look what I got!

Hey! Hey!

Suck on this.

She's got more balls than both of us put together.

Look what I got.

Max: Get out of here.

That's it.

Come on.

That's it. Come on.

Come on.

Jake: Get in the bar.

Am I okay?

- Yeah, you're fine. - Are you sure?

- Yeah. - Why didn't it kill me?

I touched it.

Argh.

Son of a bitch.

Oh, no.

- Shoot the tank. - I can't.

It's too far away. It won't do anything.

Come on.

Run, Mom!

We gotta get out of here. We gotta get inside. We'll figure it out.

Claire, stay in the car. We'll be right back, baby.

Jake: Come on.

Oh, God. No.

Oh, no.

What happened to Tony?

What do you think?

- (thud) - Oh.

- I gotta help them. - What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get the tank.

Damn it.

What are you doing?

I'll chop that son of a bitch to pieces.

Max, be careful.

Are you crazy? That's suicide.

That thing is gonna bust in the door any second.

Bullets are bouncing right off it. So unless you got a better idea--

Hey! Hey!

Want a taste of this?

Damn it.

Well, we'd better do something.

Hey, want a taste of this, huh?

Jake! Jake!

Jake, get ready.

Jake! Jake!

It's Max.

All right, everybody stay here. Open the door.

Jake!

Jake, get ready!

Drop the tank. Get out of there.

Run, Max!

Max, watch out!

- Shoot him. - Move now. Get out.

Whoa.

Max! Max!

(screams)

(screaming)

I'll be damned.

Help!

Amanda, look.

What?

The chink in the armor.

Help! Help!

Earl.

Earl!

Max, get up.

Move.

- (Harry laughs) - Go.

Help! Help!

Come on.

Are you okay, Max?

Max.

They don't like booze.

Earl, are you all right?

Let's go. Let's get you up. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

What? Oh, my God. Get up. Get up.

Grab some bottles.

(chuckling)

What is that? What are you doing?

It doesn't like alcohol.

Have a drink, you alien son of a bitch.

Oh, baby.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, but I touched it.

Why didn't it kill me?

The metal was infected with a bacteria

that feeds on blood iron.

Thank God you're anemic.

I'd say we got every single one of them small-fry alien bastards.

What are we gonna do with all this scrap metal?

Well, I can tell you what we're not gonna do with it.

Don't worry. I'm retiring from the golem business.

This stuff's all going in the compactor just to be sure.

Yeah, well, we're gonna take this with us

just to be sure.

(thunder rumbling)

I'll go get the loader.

(metal groaning)

Jake: Yes.

Yes, I know it's illegal to call in a false report.

This is not a hoax.

What are you looking for, Earl?

My baby. She's in here someplace.

Baby?

No, no, no, no, the sheriff

and the deputy are dead, okay? You understand that?

They're dead. There is no law enforcement in Redeemer right now.

Aha, here she is.

- Look, I just need you to send... - All that for a bottle of liquor?

- ...somebody out here, okay? - This is no ordinary bottle of liquor.

This is special reserve. This is worth more than my damn truck.

I've been saving her for a special occasion.

Well, surviving last night certainly qualifies.

- I'll go find some glasses. - Okay, all right, that's fine.

Well, you know where to find me, okay? Yeah, you, too.

Well, I just talked to the state police.

- Did they believe you? - Not a word.

They didn't believe the kids either.

The good news is, though, they're on their way to arrest me.

- What? What for? - Calling in a hoax.

- That's the good news? - Hey, at least they're coming, right?

Are you okay?

I will be.

We need to work on getting you a girlfriend.

(laughs) I told you

I'm picky.

How picky?

Very picky.

Well,

nice to see something good came out of this horror show.

Jake: Good timing.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

(metal squeaking)

Oh, man, you gotta be kidding me.

That bacteria really doesn't want to die.

I sure hope they appreciate fine liquor.

Well, we're gonna have to douse the entire yard

just to be sure.

You got any more of that special reserve stashed away?

Do bears crap in the woods?

(instrumental music playing)