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I don't give a damn what the network says. Just because you wear a designer

suit and have an expense account doesn't mean you're any smarter than a

chimpanzee. Chimps don't wear Armani.

It's obvious you've never been to L.A.

Okay, Phil, give me some real reasons why you don't like it. The show is

tasteless. It's compelling. Bold. It's drama. It's mystery. It's all hack,

Gwen. It's been on every local news show for a year. It glorifies violence.

Oh, please.

Welcome to television.

I started as a serious investigative journalist. How did I go tabloid? Phil,

the whole country's gone tabloid. Ratings talk, content walks. Yeah, yeah,

yeah, ratings.

Look at it this way, Phil. At least you're not a network suit.

Okay, what's the drill? Run through at 12.

Is it two hours?

Hold on for camera, and then you'll have an hour to prep when we do the

technical. And I've cleared the set, so we'll practically be alone.

How's the suit?

Gorgeous. Hair? Still got it.

Makeup?

Didn't know we were fighting.

Nice set.

Who knows?

Maybe this show will kick some butt.

Okay, raise my IQ. What's this guy's story? The short version.

Cade Foster.

Two years ago, he kills his wife here in Chicago, goes on the lam claiming aliens

were responsible, and starts a weird cult website while leaving corpses all

across the country.

Monster.

Of course he's innocent.

Sure. He isn't everybody.

Did I ever tell you where I got my start?

1970, Tribune, Crime Beat.

You used to have to look at a lot of mugshots.

I always had a theory about a killer's eyes, like they reflected some kind of

gateway into hell.

This psycho has it in spades.

I did, except for Hal and Tina.

Nobody move!

The exits are sealed. What the hell's going on?

Try anything.

We're going to go to this place sky high.

In 1564, Nostradamus predicted the destruction of Earth in three terrifying

waves. The first wave is here.

My name is Cade Foster.

These are my journals.

They killed my wife, framed me for murder.

Now I run, but I don't hide.

With the prophecies of Nostradamus as my guide, I seek them, I hunt them.

I will stop the first wave.

Fugitive. Murderer.

Madman.

That's how most of the world sees me.

All my efforts to prove my innocence have come to nothing.

I'm here today because I finally run out of options.

We've locked and bolted this section of the building.

Exterior exits are armed with Seneca Mark IV detonators.

You can't escape, so don't bother trying.

Do exactly as we say, and we'll be out of here in 20 minutes. No one gets hurt.

What do you want?

Heard you were doing a special on me. Figured I'd join the party.

You're insane.

Baby, I demand you let these people go. Quiet!

If you're gonna take anyone, take me! Sit down!

Everybody sit down!

Two years since the Gwa ripped my life to hell.

Two years.

I've tried to warn people about the danger that looms so close.

And now, I'm convinced the second wave is about to begin.

Please. I've got a wife.

Three kids. Take it easy.

I'm not planning on hurting you.

Hi, my name's Tina. I just started here.

I can't help you. Two years and what have Eddie and I accomplished?

A few dead aliens and a small group of believers who are regarded as lunatics.

Foster!

Freeze!

Sit up!

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

If we die in a hail of bullets, will that bring recognition to our cause?

Don't be afraid.

I'm not.

Or will we be martyrs in vain?

Today's the day we'll find out.

What do we make the airplane?

According to the map.

It's up in the control booth.

Think we can pull this off?

We'll know in half an hour.

One way or the other.

Use your satellite systems.

We have to tap into the transmitter, reposition the dishes, substitute our

own signal.

Gotta move fast.

Pretty soon someone in another part of this building is gonna notice we sealed

this studio.

Well, I figure I can hack into the satellite feed in about ten minutes,

then link it to the broadcast camera and you're on, and then we amscray.

How many people can we reach?

Depends on how many transmitters I can manipulate.

Give me an estimate.

Well, if I do this right, then we can use the 10 atmospheric satellites of the

eastern seaboard, put you in the living room of about 200 million people.

Do it right.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, well, you should have thought of that before we got taken hostage. He did

say he'd leave quickly.

He's lying.

This man's a killer. Oh, Lord, I want to see my kids. I want to see my kids.

Maybe it'll be okay.

I read his journals on the web. He says he's innocent.

Does an innocent man come into a television studio waving a gun and

threatening to detonate a bomb?

God, my heart's beating like a drum.

I'm hyperventilating. My hands are sweaty. My forehead's clammy.

Calm down. Help.

Oh, my God. Gwen's gone.

Where'd she go?

Who? The woman in the chair!

I don't know what you're talking about. Where?

Foster, we got trouble.

No kidding.

One of the hostages is missing.

Bro, I know she's calling the cops right now.

That explains it.

Somebody's got the power on the satellite feeds. Must have been her.

I'll be right there.

I said before, no one gets hurt if you follow orders.

If any of you try and get away, I'll be forced to hunt you down and kill you.

The call we received said a possible hostage situation at the tenant show

studio could be a prank. We'll check it out

What do you need me to do?

In this quarter, there's a junction box that controls a transmitter feed. Power

shut off. You got to turn it back on.

Got it. Even if you get the power back on and back to square one, it's going to

take you some time.

David, what else can screw up? All units, 1089 WPKV television station on

Emory Street. Squad on scene requesting backup.

Bomb squad is en route.

Shouldn't have asked.

Foster, we've been compromised. I say we head for the hills.

The cops won't storm the door. They'll send a bomb squad in. That gives us some

time. Yeah, or we can take the route we already planned, go out through the

sewage tunnel, live to find another day.

No, Eddie.

There may not be another day.

Foster.

Yeah.

We're going to die, aren't we?

I don't know.

I can feel it in my bones.

Today's the day we're going to die.

Who the hell is that?

I'm Agent Jackson, Federal Security Bureau.

You guys move pretty damn quick.

Our units aren't even here yet.

We're here to make a preliminary assessment of the perimeter.

Rage detonator.

Good work, officer.

From here on in, we'll coordinate all law enforcement activities.

Well, I don't have any orders from district that allow me to do that.

This is polyester, huh?

Must edge like a bitch.

What's your problem, buddy?

The man inside is a dangerous criminal.

You're not equipped to handle this situation.

What office are you out of? Let me see that badge again.

Central, this is Cronin, D-59.

That's a 10-24.

Cancel previous contact.

It was just a prank.

We went inside, there's nothing wrong.

Copy that, 2-1-7, clear. 10-4.

There.

Can we all just get along?

Of course we can.

Where do you think he is? Stay calm, Hal. We're never going to get out of

here. We're all going to die. Shut up!

When Foster gets back, I offer him a chance to go on the air with me

conducting the interview.

It gives him a forum to air his views in return for your freedom.

You've got to be kidding.

It'll never work. Yes, it will!

I don't think he has any intention of letting us out of here alive.

I want it just me and him.

Alone.

How much time do you think we have?

I ordered a package of virus codes since the FBI mainframe in Quantico and the

Chicago dispatch system.

Even if they do show up.

It'll slow down response time by at least an hour.

Why do you think Subject 117 did it?

Did what?

Got himself in a hostage situation.

He had to have known it was a lost cause.

Puzzling, isn't it?

You don't seem worried.

I'm not.

If he achieves broadcast, he could potentially reach millions.

Foster has always underestimated our genetic technology.

Our technology?

I don't understand.

I have someone on the inside.

Someone he'd never suspect.

Foster? Are you there yet?

Found it, Eddie. What am I looking for?

There are switches that should be labeled the satellite array.

Turn them on.

Done.

Okay.

Now I can get back to work.

Good. I'm going to go find our missing hostage.

Eddie? Eddie is not here right now.

Hello, Foster.

You know who this is?

Kane.

How'd you get this number?

I hate crank calls.

You forget.

I'm much more effective than your old friend, the Joshua.

I'm surprised you followed me.

Figured you'd be out starting the second wave.

Oh, the second wave is on schedule.

Do you expect your little diversion to change that?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Because I'm going to reach out and touch someone.

200 million, as a matter of fact.

Good luck.

You'll go down as another lunatic whose mind snapped under the pressure of

modern society.

Wait and see, buddy.

I'm going to make some believers today.

You don't have believers, Foster.

You have a handful of societal misfits.

Your quest is a failure, a waste of time.

Then why are you here?

Because I want your Nostradamus book, the real one, not a fake.

That's for your followers.

Let's see if they come to your rescue before I snap your neck.

Poor Gwen.

Poor Gwen?

She could have untied us and said she snuck out without a second thought.

She bailed on us. She's gone for help. I'm sure of it.

Yeah, where's the help, Bill? Huh?

Where's the help?

He's found her and he said he slit her throat.

What if he was telling the truth? What are you talking about?

Lots of people believe there's life on other planets.

It's a big universe.

Oh, come on.

If he was trying to prove that aliens killed his wife, wouldn't he want to

stop your broadcast?

I mean, your show reaches millions.

It would brand him forever as a killer. That's good, Tina.

Thinking just like a blonde, maybe I'm an alien.

Ever think of that?

No, Phil.

You're not smart enough to be an alien.

This gun has a hair trigger.

Shoot me, we're both dead.

How'd you get out of the chair?

Your friend is a spaz.

Why don't you let the others go?

I figured I could call the cops.

And shut down the power on the transmitter so they'd delay you until

they stormed the building.

One more step and I'll shoot.

I'll shoot.

I'll give you an A for effort.

Kill me if you have to, but at least let the others go.

You're not Gua, are you?

Not that I care at this point, but I could have sworn you were Gua.

Gua?

You mean alien?

I had to read your journals to prep this show. You have a pretty sick

imagination. And you're pretty nervy for someone on the wrong end of a gun.

Do what you want.

But at least call a spade a spade.

This has nothing to do with aliens.

You're wrong.

Prove it.

Huh? Foster.

Have your uplink yet?

You'll know when we do.

Think you're going to expose us this easily?

Well, I'm going to give it my best shot.

We've been here over half a century.

Virtually undetected.

Your species is a little... thick.

Then why haven't you invaded, tough guy?

How many more years are you going to run tests before you have the guts to make a

move?

invade soon enough and tear your planet apart.

Here's the deal.

You bring me the exact location of the Nostradamus book.

You're not going to get that book, G. I'll guarantee your friend Eddie

survives. Eddie's with me, you jerk.

Maybe.

Eddie, are you there?

Everything okay?

I'm fine.

Everything's fine.

What's this?

It's the map.

It shows where our phone calls are coming from.

What for?

Phil was going to do an America's Most Wanted type of thing and have people

phone in if they thought they'd seen you.

Famous all over the world.

Well, look on the bright side.

I guess the show's been canceled.

Those journals of yours?

I think it's a crock.

I think it's a clever way to build an insanity defense.

I could have gone to any country without an extradition treaty the day after my

wife died.

Why didn't I?

I don't know. Maybe you thought you could get away with it.

I tried to contact the people you mentioned in the journals.

They don't exist.

If I used their real names, the Gua would hunt them down in a heartbeat.

Untraceable people, that's convenient.

It's necessary.

Our believers exist.

Then where the hell are they?

Why haven't they called their congressmen?

The newspapers, taking out ads on television.

Why don't they show themselves? Is every single one of them afraid to let

themselves be known?

Who was he, an actor that you hired?

You know he wasn't.

You heard him yourself.

He's Gwa.

I'm sorry, I can't bring myself to believe in aliens.

Neither can anyone else.

That's why I'm here.

Foster! We gotta talk!

Look, I don't like holding the gun on you or anyone else, but I have no

choice.

Don't make me chase you down again.

We haven't got much time. Kane's here.

Kane's here? Yes.

Oh, no.

How's it going up there?

Oh, that's what I came to tell you.

About the 15 minutes, I think we can now blink.

Well, hurry, damn it. Yes, I will.

Eddie, you all right?

What are you talking about?

You seem strange.

Nothing.

What's wrong?

Call me when we're ready. I'll be on the main stage.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Rand.

It's almost time to end this situation.

How did you plant someone inside?

How could you have known that Foster would come here?

There's a group of youth in this country who wear funny little uniforms with

badges pinned to a sash on their chest.

They have a motto.

Be prepared.

Shifting transmission trajectories.

All right.

Here we go.

We'll be out of here soon. You have my word.

I got a feeling this building's gonna get stormed.

It could get hurt.

So I want you to take these folks down to the basement.

We're safer.

Yeah? Tell me, why the hell should I help you?

Phil. Stay out of this, Quinn. I heard a man's voice. Maybe he was an alien. Have

you lost your mind?

First you take us hostage, now you want me to take these people down to the

basement? It's for your own safety. Since when do you give a damn about our

safety? If you want me to present your side to the public, along with your

admission that you've taken the station hostage, I'll do so. You get your

coverage, I get my ratings. Your ratings?

That's what this is all about?

Yes, Quinn.

Welcome to television.

Oh my god. He's having a heart attack.

Stay here.

We're always one step ahead, Foster.

We're everywhere, even at the network.

Hope you thought about my offer, Foster.

Been too busy, Kane.

Your infiltrator went up in a puff of smoke.

Is that so?

Funny thing about that little dissolving trick you guys have.

It always turns people into believers.

Just a few more misfits, Foster.

Too bad your friends dissolved couldn't have come a little later.

Then we would have had a worldwide audience.

There won't be any broadcast.

Why don't you come on inside, be my first guest?

Interview with a gwa.

I'd gladly take you up on that offer.

If it weren't for that little bomb you have right to the door.

Maybe next time.

So long, Kane. See you on TV.

They killed Hal.

So what's our next step? Alert the assembly?

No.

We have to stop that broadcast. Don't worry, Rand.

It's all under control.

Go to the entrance.

Position yourself for detonation.

Yes, ma'am. That would be lovely.

You.

Come here.

You'll attract attention.

He can't afford to let Foster get the uplink. The door is rigged. He'll never

make it. I have no intention of getting him in.

Goodbye.

I know, I heard it.

You've got a dummy bombs, man.

Someone must have blasted the way inside.

How much longer do you need?

Five minutes, Max.

Hurry!

Interesting use of the destruct function.

Right tool for the right job.

That wasn't a secondary explosion.

So?

It means Foster didn't have real explosives rigged to the door.

Like most humans, he's soft.

You know, your computer virus isn't going to stop the human authorities from

responding to that, is it?

When they show up, tell the officer that they're an attacking force of

terrorists. Have them shoot to kill.

Yes, sir. In the meanwhile, it's time to cancel the Phil Tennant show.

Almost there, amigo.

What's up?

I don't know.

Tired. Oh, really?

Why is it people gotta see an alien dissolve in front of their eyes before

they believe any?

Seeing is believing, man.

Two years of journals.

Two years of running. No one gives a damn.

You're wrong.

Look at this.

I bet this show would get more calls in an hour than our website gets hit in two

years.

How many believers have we got, 100?

More. 200?

It's a joke, man.

It's a cosmic joke, and we're the punchline.

Foster, now's not the time to have a crisis of faith.

Let me finish up, and I'll give you a call on the radio.

Okay?

I'm sorry for putting you all through this ordeal.

You've all been very brave.

Now Phil's going to take you down to the basement.

So move, let's go.

What the hell's the matter with you people? You're free, go!

We're staying.

What are you talking about?

We believe you, Kate.

We want to stand by your side when you make the broadcast.

We want to help.

Monster, I got the uplink.

It's now or never.

Let's do it, Eddie.

Look, meet me by the phone bank. Something I want to show you. Why? What

for? Look, just meet me.

What's up, Eddie?

On the website, Foster, I posted the station's number.

Asked all the believers to call in to support Cade Foster.

I don't think what you've been doing is worthless.

Stand by, Mr. Foster.

Just one more minute. We're

connecting to the satellite.

Everything looks great.

Son of a bitch

It can't be.

It's not fair.

It's through the heart, Gwen.

He's dead.

Oh, God.

I've instructed the officer to fire at any human approach.

Countermand the order.

Violence is inappropriate.

Why?

Because 117...

Is dead.

Look.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.