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- Vernon.

Hang in there, buddy.

- Bastards got my hat.

- I'm going after him.
We have no choice.

- Listen. You'll live 48 and most,
likely less.

I'm shutting it down.

No!

- Any available units.

Any available unit for a call.

- Shit.

- Any available unit

for a missing persons investigation.

4652 Farmdale.

- Shit.

- Any
available unit, please respond.

- Seven Henry Three on route.

Copy call.

- Seven Henry Three, 10-4.

- I'm a loser.

When I found you, I knew in a flash

I'd have to give up my rambling past

Cause all I wanted to do
was hold you tight

- Evening.

- It's getting pretty cold out here.

Any chance we could
hitch a ride into town?

- I have Smith and Wesson under my seat

and I ain't afraid to use it.

- Has he ever done this before?

- No, no.

- Is anything missing or out of place?

- Yeah, this trunk wasn't here.

- Did he serve in the war?

- I think so.

He doesn't talk about it.

- Greatest generation.

Does he drive?

- No.

No.

- Is he on medication?

- Mhmm.

- Are they still here?

- I'll check.

- All right.

- His meds are gone.

- He has a plan.

Living every day of the week
like it was Saturday night

- Where you fellas headed?

- Los Angeles.

We are going to Los Angeles.

- I'm only going as far as Santa Clarita.

- Not to worry.

I can drive.

- I've never piloted
anything like this before.

Feels like riding a wet slurbreck.

Unfortunately, this
body lacks intelligence

beyond scratching lottery tickets.

I like the old body better.

Oh well.

Time to get off this shitty planet.

- Vernon?

- You one of them?

You here to kill me?

- Kim called us.

She's worried about you.

Can I have it, please?

One in the spout.

Off to war?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Come on, let's take you home.

- Trouble.

Trouble, trouble, troubles.

- You're not in trouble.

- I think we all are.

- Shit.

- Much appreciated.

- My pleasure.

Tom?

Oh.

Hey, Rubes.

Good girl.

- Oh shit!

Lisa!

I thought you were working lates.

Goddamn it.

Look, it's not what it looks like.

- Then explain.

- I didn't know, I swear, I had no idea.

- Really?

Dumb cow.

- Look, we were just talking
after work, having drinks.

It just went a little far, all right?

I fucked up, okay?

Look, just talk to me.

Put the gun away.

- Stay away from me.

- Lisa!

Lisa, please stop!

Come on, Lisa, let me talk to you.

- You don't touch me.

- Okay, I get it, I fucked up, all right?

I get how you're feeling right now.

- You will never understand how I feel!

- Help me understand.

Help me.

- That's how I feel.

I want you gone by the time I get back.

All your shit.

Out of my house.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fucker!

- I'm Special Agent Cooper Miller.

I need local cooperation
to locate two persons.

- You have an officer in mind?

- I need someone who's athletic, diligent

and, uh...

mentally flexible with
extensive knowledge of the city.

- Well, you're not picky.

What, somebody steal America's cup?

- This is a time sensitive matter.

- Look, you want somebody tough or smart?

- Both.

- Pick one.

Smart it is.

I have just the man.

Detective of the year two years running.

Over ten years in grade.

Highest closure rate in the unit.

Collared the Brentwood Bandits.

Special Agent Miller,

Detective McAdams.

Miller here needs some help tracking down

two persons of interest.

- Lieutenant, there's something
we need to talk about.

- No.

Absolutely not.

- It wasn't a question.

- Look, Tom's a dick but that
is no reason to throw away...

- Everybody knows?

What?

- Look, if you quit

they're going to say it's because of Tom.

Take a day or two and think it over.

Don't wanna be here anymore, I understand

but don't throw your career
away for a prick like Tom.

- Fine.

Are you gonna be a pain in my ass?

- No, ma'am.

- Then get in the car "G-Man."

What's with the outfit?

We going sailing?

- Hey.

Big guy.

Hey.

Easy.

Easy.

Thanks.

I wanted to be her.

- I hope you enjoyed that
because we are back on mission.

- You have a plan, sir?

- I am working on one,

unless either of you
have something to add.

That is why we leapt into the future.

We fly that back to the armada

and show them where this planet is.

Mission accomplished.

Heroes.

- Promise to kill every
last one of these skin bags?

Good.

- Who are we looking for?

- Killers.

- My car.

- You are not what I expected.

- What did you expect, a man?

- You're good at reading people.

I have no issue with you being a woman.

- Me neither.

You're a married man, huh?

Lucky girl.

- I noticed you're, engaged.

- Nope.

- What a piece of shit.

- What are their plans?

- Destroy as
many lives as possible.

- Terrorists?

- Of sorts.

- How'd you get this deal?

- I was first on the scene.

- I don't smoke.

I don't have time for bullshit.

- Seven Henry Three,

per your request for fresh
vehicle recoveries.

Check your screen.

- Seven Henry Three, thanks.

10-4.

- Amazing.

- We're changing tactics.

- Let's just kill them all.

- One at a time.

- We need to find people
with specific skills.

Specific...

Skill...

Sific...

Skills...

- Seven Henry Three.

- Seven Henry Three, go ahead.

- Show me 10-7, please.

- Seven Adam Two,
requesting a want warrant check.

Seven Adam Two, standby.

Seven Henry Three, roger.

I'll show you 10-7 out for investigation

on your previously run vehicle.

- 10-4, thanks.

- Seven Adam Two,

go ahead with your
want warrant check.

- V.A.

That's a break.

My partner's hat.

- Partner?

Is this personal?

- No.

This is a professional investigation

with a personal connection.

I will not let emotion
get in the way, ma'am.

- Can't be too far.

We should set up a perimeter.

- They're not coming back.

- How do you know?

- They use things up and throw them away.

- Let's get going.

- Hey!

- What happened?

Can you hear me?

- Please help him.

- Call 9-1-1.

- You're really good with
that typewriter in the car.

- The computer?

- Right.

- Any ID on him?

- Clark Calhoon.

- That's the RO from the car.

- I saw the whole thing.

- What did you see?

- A jogger did CPR and
then she just ran off.

- Which way did they go?

- That way.

- Seven Henry Three.

Have fire...

Did you find the witness?

- Negative.

- All right, uniforms are
setting up a perimeter

and the bus just left.

- He's dead.

There's nothing more we can do here.

- The paramedics detected
some electrical activity

on the EKG.

- I assure you,

Mr. Calhoon has shuffled
off this mortal coil.

- These guys have no record.

What's their M.O.?

What do they want?

- Someone call for homicide?

- Crap.

- Body's on route to Boyle Heights.

- Oh.

If it ain't dead yet it will be soon, huh?

Am I right?

Hey, we haven't been introduced.

Detective Sergeant Tom Wilson.

- Special Agent Cooper Miller.

- Special, huh?

Hey,

you mind if I get a moment alone
with my partner here, Coop?

- Yeah.

- It's Cooper.

- Cooper, sure.

What happened to "I only work alone."

- It's an assignment.

I don't answer to you.

- You don't answer
your phone either.

- Yeah, why should I?

- Look, I'm trying to apologize.

- For what?

There's nothing left to say.

- Give me a break.

- You are a liar, you're dishonest.

- I fucked up but don't act

like you're so innocent in all this.

- Oh what, are you accusing
me of something now?

- Exactly, what about my needs?

- Oh, this is about your needs?

This is so typical.

You're such a fucking selfish prick!

- Lost cause, "look at me."

You know what, fuck you.

- There's no excuse for profanity.

Not in the presence of a lady.

- Lady?

What the fuck do you know?

Piss off.

- Agent Miller, stand down please.

I can handle this.

- Better listen to your handler.

- Apologize to the lady.

- You know what, fuck you!

Fuck...

- I said, apologize to Detective McAdams.

- And I said fuck you!

- Apologize to the lady.

- Okay, all right.

I'm sorry.

Damn it, I'm sorry.

Okay?

Asshole.

Fuck me.

Asshole.

- That ring you saw me
throw out the window...

He gave that to me.

- If you don't mind me saying so ma'am,

you dodged a bullet with that one.

- Sure looks like it.

How'd it feel?

- Good.

- What was I supposed to do?

- You did fine.

These bodies are flimsy.

We'll have to choose more carefully.

- You chose well this time.

The only thing on this
planet better than eating

is fornicating.

- I prefer food.

Just a bit.

Maybe we can stay.

We can clean this planet
up one pest at a time.

- No.

We kill them all and
we wait for the fleet.

- I'm going to build a transmitter.

We'll send the armada our coordinates.

This is our new home.

- Mmmm.

You're right.

It's delicious.

- I know.

That shit will kill you.

- Doctor's orders.

Lowers my stress.

- Don't these people
have known accomplices?

- Not anywhere around here.

- I must admit,

it's nice just having
one case to focus on.

I'm usually working so many cases,

I hardly know the people
I'm trying to help.

- That stinks.

- It does.

- Sorry about Tom.

- Don't apologize for him.

- You eat nails and
shit bullets, don't you?

The facial recognition software
identified a Frank Sterling.

- Someone spotted him?

- A computer over at headquarters did.

- Right.

- Come on, we gotta go.

- Mr. Jackson.

- Can I help you?

- The paper you wrote on
extraterrestrial signal

isolation and amplification was great.

- Well, thank you.

And who might you be?

- I'm you.

- How'd you end up doing this?

- Missing persons?

- Cop.

I mean,

what would draw a woman
to this line of work.

- You rather I'd be home
barefoot and pregnant?

- That's not what I meant.

What's with the barefoot thing?

I never understood that.

- When you're pregnant, your feet swell.

You know, I hate to shatter your delusions

but I am perfectly
capable of doing my job.

There is an Air Force study that found

that women are actually
better pilots than men.

- There.

Gun it!

Cut him off!

- Come on.

Hands up.

- You're making a mistake.

- Turn around.

Turn around.

- I'm gonna be pretty.

- Hands behind your back.

- I'm going to be pretty.

- That was a crap-tacular night, huh?

Get my head crushed,

your suspects get away.

- Pull over.

In through your nose,
out through the mouth.

- Yeah, I know how to breathe.

- I know the shakes.

Get out of the car.

Trust me.

Jumping jacks.

- What?

- 50, now.

- Seriously?

Hey!

What are you doing?

- I don't have the shakes.

That's 20.

- But.

- Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

Good.

- I'll be damned.

- Can we check a few more places?

Before we call it a night.

Please?

- Sure.

- Are you sure?

- I think so.

It's kinda hard to tell.

He shot me in the friggin' head.

- What's going on?

- Agent Miller is here.

Maybe.

- Here?

Now?

- I think he shot me in the head.

- Time to connect.

I can't tell if that was him or not.

All right, we need to hurry up.

If that was him,

that tenacious bastard
will turn up eventually.

- We can't keep running all night.

What do you say we catch a few hours, huh?

- You're not gonna lend
me your car, are you?

- Where are you staying?

Ah...

- Hollywood Hilton.

- You know, you can crash at my place.

- That's awfully nice of
you but I'll be all right.

- I have a
perfectly comfortable couch

and you are welcome to it.

- Thanks.

- Mhmm.

It's a small place but...

- Sure beats a motel.

- I bet.

Hey, girl.

Make yourself at home.

- Do you have any Nat King Cole?

- Am I black?

Wanna beer?

- Sure, thanks.

- Let's catch a couple of hours

and get back at it in the morning.

Sofa down there is a pullout.

- Appreciate your hospitality, ma'am.

I mean, Lisa.

- Thanks for shooting
that guy in the head.

Night.

- Cooper Miller, Special...

Who are you?

1947?

- Found the bacon in the freezer.

Flower's a little old but
I think it will be okay.

Couldn't find your coffee

but I hope you like the
way I made your tea.

- It's perfect.

Thanks.

- The other day you
wondered who would marry me.

Her name was Virginia.

She died in a plane crash.

- Sorry about that.

- She was a B-17 instructor.

Suit gave me away, right?

- That and the hotel you're staying at,

the Hollywood Hilton,

doesn't exist.

- You're not gonna find me on
that computer thing either.

- You're from 1947?

- 1951.

- Who are you?

- My name is Cooper F. Miller,

United States Army Intelligence Corp.

On my base we housed a small
group of extraterrestrials.

- Aliens?

- Three of them escaped through
an experimental time portal.

I chased them here.

- Who's your president?

- Harry S. Truman.

- Who won the World Series?

- Last year?

Yankees in four.

- Last movie you saw.

- Sunset Boulevard.

- These aliens are monsters, parasites.

Looking for a host like you or me.

Before they could communicate
what they had learned,

we captured them.

- We?

- My partner and I.

They killed him when they escaped.

At least put the safety on.

- I don't believe you.

- Believe me or not,

I'm dead in 24 hours

and these monsters go free
and then everyone dies.

I can't do this alone.

- Every instinct in my
body tells me you're lying.

But I don't trust those anymore.

- Here, eat this.

- Seriously?

- It's for your own protection.

- Hmmm.

It's definitely the man I
chased in the alley yesterday.

- You didn't call the FBI shoot team.

- How long until that becomes a problem?

- Any minute now.

- Oh, darn.

- We're here about

the missing persons report you filed.

- Ma'am.

- What is your husband's area of research?

- He's best known for his work

on astrophysics and particle theory.

- What was his...

is his passion?

- Meredith, we're here to help Ted.

Sometimes every little
piece of information

makes a difference.

- He worked for SETI for many years.

Broke his heart when they shut it down.

- SETI?

- "Search for Extraterrestrial
Intelligence."

- You're kidding.

Thanks, ma'am.

- Is my husband going to be okay?

- I will do everything
in my power to find him.

He's dead, right?

- Afraid so.

- Damn.

What's wrong?

- Pins and needles.

Doc Opp said this could happen.

You were really great
in there, you were kind.

- I've made too many
promises I couldn't keep.

I don't do that anymore.

- What do they want with him?

He can't build them a ship.

- They're not trying to get home.

They're trying to call home.

- All they would have to
do is send a location.

That would be bad.

- So these aliens we're chasing,

are they the only ones out there?

- You really wanna know?

These are the only bad ones we've found.

Remember the crash in 1947, Roswell?

There is an alien race called the Greys.

Only one survived.

Little guy we named Albert.

- After Einstein?

- Albert the janitor.

He liked to drink the
water from the mop bucket.

- Oh.

- Army doctors nursed him back
to health as best they could.

Military built an
underground facility for him.

Albert was the most gentle
creature I have ever known.

The aliens we're chasing
were sent to this planet

to destroy Albert.

We stopped them but they escaped.

We think they were after him because

he showed us incredible
technology we could use

to protect our planet.

- Time travel.

- Bingo.

- Wow, okay.

- Forget about the alien stuff.

Imagine there' a bomb underneath this city

and these three are the bomb makers.

Doesn't matter who they
are or where they're from.

We have to stop them.

What are you thinking?

- What do you need to make a transmitter?

- Components, parts.

- Surplus stores.

They'd have to steal the parts.

Or rob a bank.

- We need to track down
that Doctor's credit cards.

- Can you find that here?

- I can't.

Oh shit.

This is going to hurt.

- What can I do for you?

You talk to IA yet?

- Not yet.

- I though they were...

- Don't think.

It's not your strong suit.

Got what I asked for?

- Didn't realize I'd be doing this

for "Captain Cheap Shot" over there.

- Glass-jawed pansy.

- You know what, screw this noise.

- What do you want?

- Another chance.

Shut it, G-man.

- Dinner?

- And?

- No Tasers?

- That's it.

I emailed the transactions to you.

Later fucktard.

- Hello?

You recognize this man?

- Not without a warrant, dude.

- This man and his
accomplices are terrorists.

- I heard that one before.

- He deserves the truth.

I'm Special Agent Lisa McAdams.

This is Special Agent Cooper Miller.

We're working an X-File.

This man is an alien.

- Aliens.

Really?

- We need your help.

- Really?

Awesome.

Um, okay.

Well, I haven't seen that guy before

but I did sell a transmitter.

A lady bought one.

It was weapons grade.

I thought it was odd.

- Last piece of the puzzle.

- Holy shit, I'm like
the Lone Gunmen, right?

There she is.

Wow, that chick was an alien.

That's so hot.

Wow.

- Do you have any cameras
on the parking lot?

- That's strange, man.

- Well do you have any
other cameras outside?

- Bam.

- I'll be darned.

- She's on foot.

She can't be that far.

- Wait.

You mean these things are
somewhere around here?

Holy fuckin' awesome sauce.

- If these creatures got
wind that we were on to them,

you can't imagine what they could do.

- Oh, I think I could.

- Thank you for your cooperation.

What the heck is an X-File?

Excuse me, ma'am?

My apologies, ma'am.

- Kid, get lost!

- Take it, asshole, it's heavy.

Connect it to the duplexer
and grab me a phone.

That was Cooper you saw.

He's getting way too close.

- How far do you think
she could've walked?

- Not much father than this.

What are those towers there?

- LA DWP power station.

That's it.

Power.

- We're right on top of
those little bastards.

- Remember what I told you.

- I'd like to speak to the officer

in charge of the disappearance
of Doctor Ted Jackson.

I have important information.

- You want her commanding officer.

Tell them these are exigent circumstances.

- Yes.

I'll hold for Lieutenant Jenkins.

- Jenkins.

- You like it here?

- LA?

It's growing on me.

- Like a fungus?

No, I mean do you like it here, now?

- Once I've figured out how
to open a pack of smokes,

things improved quickly.

I'm getting worse.

- Maybe there's a way back.

- I knew this was a one
way trip when I signed up.

Running out of time.

If something happens,
you have to stop them.

Promise me.

- I promise.

- Any available unit.

Please respond to Seven Henry
Three's last known location.

Alley north of Wilshire, east of Fairfax.

Possibly in the company
of an armed suspect

impersonating a Federal Agent.

- Seven Adam Ten responding.

- Seven Adam Two, on scene.

- He's a nutcase.

51-50 all the way.

Claims to be an Army Officer

from at secret base in the Mojave.

Came through time to
track down three aliens.

- I know how it sounds.

- He told you and you believed him?

Tell me I'm hearing things.

- Look, when that guy grabbed my head,

I felt something.

It wasn't natural.

It wasn't!

- The guy escaped from an
institution in Seattle.

They're coming down to pick him up.

I talked with his doctor.

- Did you call this doctor
or did this doctor call you?

Did you even verify his credentials?

- Christ on a bike, do you hear yourself?

Go home.

- It's the same stuff.

Virginia Miller,

pilot.

"Virginia Miller, nee Armstrong

"was killed during a
tragic training accident

"when her B-17 crashed just
north of Alamogordo Army Airfield.

"She is survived by her husband, Cooper,

"and brother...

"Vernon?"

You're not in trouble.

- I think we all are.

- If the Doctor only knew
what he had accomplished here.

He was definitely on the right path.

Let's start charging now.

We should be ready to send
signals around midnight.

- Hey, come in.

- So how's Vernon doing?

- He was really restless today.

He's finally asleep.

- Has he ever mentioned
a Cooper Miller to you?

- No.

- What about Cooper?

- Hey, Vernon, Detective
McAdams, remember me?

- You know him.

Pick him out.

- Right there.

- I'll be damned.

He was a big brother to me.

After my sister's accident,

he took me to work with him in the Mojave.

- He thinks you're dead.

- He's here?

You know where he is?

He's a good man.

Help him.

You have to stop them.

- Lisa!

I apologize.

I was worried about you.

I heard what happened.

- How'd you find me?

- I tracked your phone.

- You're such an asshole.

- You should've been done hours ago.

What are you working on?

- What's it to you?

- Everything.

- Salt?

That won't last long.

- Where the hell is he?

- Knowing him,

enjoying herself.

- What the hell happened to you?

Who's that?

- Cooper's partner.

Cooper's partner from 1951.

- Has everybody drank the Kool-Aid?

- Look, Lisa is in deep
shit, we have to find her.

- Did you call her?

- My phone is gone, I can't.

- I'll call her.

Voicemail.

- Damn it.

- Yeah, this is Lieutenant
Jenkins, I need to get...

I just authorized what?

- What?

- You look sharp.

- Thanks.

For trusting me.

- What can I say?

I wanted to be right.

You okay?

- I'll be all right.

- Fine.

We've gotta go, come on.

- Tell me you found them.

They found me.

Now we find them.

- Do you have a plan?

- They're expecting me.

Stay.

You'll blow my cover.

It's done.

- Good.

That bitch was annoying.

- Tell me about it.

- Is it ready?

- Seven minutes.

Let's connect in case anything happens.

- Good idea.

- Something wrong?

- Cooper!

- Go get her.

- Are you going to shoot me?

- Put them on.

- You're gonna shoot a little girl?

How would you explain that?

- She's not a child.

She's a monster.

- We take her alive.

- She's already dead.

I'll finish it.

- No.

No!

- Lisa!

Whoa, whoa, it's me.

It's me, not one of them.

- Lieutenant Jenkins, tase her!

Tom, get in here!

Tom, get in there!

- What happened?

The machine!

- The transmitter!

Keep an eye on her.

- You okay?

You did it.

- 60 seconds?

Cooper?

Get her out of here as fast as you can.

- It's okay.

They saw my thoughts. I saw theirs.

- Vernon?

- I thought we lost you.

- Ditto.

- I missed you.

But it's time to go home.

He opened the portal for 10 minutes

at 7 AM everyday for a week.

Had to point a gun at him but
the son of a bitch did it.

- Come on!

Come on.

Come on.

Go!

No, no, no, no, no!

Cooper?

- Welcome to 1951, doll.

- We'll do everything we can.

- Is he gonna make it?

- I don't know.

No one's ever been in another
time space that long before.

What I can tell you,
though, is that nothing,

and I do mean nothing,

survives outside its own time space.

So your only chance of
survival is to return

and I mean quickly.

Listen, awhile back we
sent an orangutan through.

Upon his return he survived a couple days

until he began aging very rapidly.

- So Cooper's?

- Well, on the other hand,

I do have these little fellows.

These are my test pilots.

One journey forward and then back.

Seven years ago.

Surely you know the life
expectancy of a fruit fly.

We need to get you home.

No one else needs to die.

Cooper will explain.

Tell Cooper I said

thank you.

- Figured you might need a ride.

- You?

- I've been waiting for 64 years,

you know I'm not very patient.

- You are so...

- They figured out what happened
with the fruit flies.

The longer you stay out of
time, the longer you live.

You gonna resign?

- Maybe.

Why?

- I know an off book agency

that could really use
someone with your skills.

- It's really nice.

- I figured that typewriter computer thing

might be pretty popular.

So I invested every penny I had.