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My God!

The Kothoga.

Captain! My crates! Have you loaded my crates?

They can't go. They have to come off.

- Who the hell are you? - My name is John Whitney.

The crates. They'll be sent to the Natural History Museum of Chicago.

- Just tell me if they're on board? - Crates is all we have on board, se�or!

No! They have to come off. This is extremely important.

Nothing comes off. The custom has been on, se�or.

- That's more important. - I take care of that. Alright?

Just get the manifest. The Natural History Museum of Chicago.

- Please, compadre! - I don't have time for this.

I have to get my ship out of the harbour, I'm 8 hours late...

And there's weather coming in.

Don't worry, se�or, we'll take good care of your crates.

Mornin' liutenant, coastguard found it early this morning...

Don't really know how long it's been there...

Or how it got there.

- What are those? - Charcoal tunnels.

There was a time when thirty charcoal barges a day...

...where comin' this way

Untouched.

- Who the hell is on board? - Hollingsworth.

Wonderful.

Good morning Lieutenant. Just head to the front of the boat.

I've got something to show you.

It's a ship, Hollingsworth, not a boat. And the ponient is the bow.

Custody hearing went badly?

I don't wanna talk about it.

She got Jerry?

What part of I don't wanna talk about it's uncleared?

Shit!

His ex-wife gets custody of the son?

- His dog. - His dog?

He really loves that dog.

The ship is register out of Brasil.

- Came down to the seaway? - Paperwork was legit.

It's blood.

Lab is cheking it for type.

the bodies?

No. None a one.

When the coastguard found it, it was floundering in the middle of Lake Michigan.

They tow it in. But nobody knows how long it been like that.

- Did you check the manifest? - We're doin' it now.

- Bringing the dogs? - The dog unit is been over the whole thing.

I told them it was a waste of time.

This was obviously a drug hit. Whatever they came for, it thinned out.

I figure they came aboard at night, they kill everyone...

And they threw the bodies over board.

Do you think all of that by yourself?

- Cat! I'll give me a heart attack! - Was it a black cat?

No.

What's that smell?

It's a bills below here?

- I think so. - Gimme that.

Give me a hand here.

What a stink!

Jesus Christ!

Please, walk! Walk children. Walk.

- Let's all stay together. - Don't should we go?

Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You wanna go to the museum.

Maybe we should go to a library!

They got mummies in there. Eyeballs in jars...

- Dead stuff! - But I don't know about this stuff.

Look, we can go with them, check it out and split.

We can't go to the Arcadian anyway.

We've been noticed. So are you scared?

I'm not scared.

Didn't your parent teach you not to stare?

Didn't yours teach you not to get dress in the street?

- Good morning Doctor Green. - Morning.

Doctor? What kind of doctor are you?

I'm an evolutionary biologist.

- What's that? - Someone trying to figure out...

...where our tails went.

Your teacher is gonna be looking for you.

Oh, yeah. C'mon, c'mon!

Kids! Do not run, walk!

Easy. Do not run! Walk!

Walk kids. Walk!

- Good morning Dr Green. - Good morning Fred.

These kids are driving me crazy.

Careful. There're our future benefactors.

Margo, I need to speak with you about your grant.

- You heard already? - I heard something...

- I didn't get it. - It's not that bad.

The Blaisedale Foundation is deciding to delay their decisition.

Delay? Why?

Greg Lee is applying for the same grant.

Greg?

- I thought he had his grant! - He's going after another one.

Can he do that? Another one?

Doesn't he realized I'd have to shot down my work?

If I don't get that money!

I don't suppose he thought about that.

- Fine... - Margo, have a little faith in yourself.

You're better than he is.

It's not the end of the world. It's just a little competition.

You got a gala coming up the night after next...

And the Blaisdale's are going to be here...

You know... The Blaisedale's!

So put on your party dress, and I'll introduce you.

And you show them just how brigth you are.

I just want to do my work.

You know Greg will be there,

attaching himself to the Blaisedale's like a infestation.

Donna, did you get the gecko and those samples loaded?

It's into the replicator. We got a big sample.

Charlie, do we have the database back online?

It's online but I don't know for how long.

Good.

- Hello Greg, how nice to see you. - Margo.

How your research going?

Fine. I'm just a litlle bit busy...

Could be there any special that you like to tell me?

Of course not. Cause if there was you would come out and told me.

I have any right to apply for any grant.

You go behing my back and apply for my grant.

Is nothing wrong with that?

Not your grant until you get it.

If I don't get it, I'm out of work. My staff is out of work!.

You shouldn't take it so personally.

You really are a jerbo!

Margo! Well... This is a surprise!

I... I just though...

I asked Margo to join us. I hope you don't mind.

No, of course not.

No word from John, yet. But these crates arrived this morning.

He was supposed to be on the ship...

There was some mixed up in Brasil.

Never made up.

Take a look at this.

- The Kothoga. - Could be.

And what is this god specializing?

A south american tribe... The Zenzera.

Long though to be extinct.

They made a deal with Satan to vanquised their enemies.

So Kothoga was born. Son of Satan.

You have that look again, Margo...

Why do we keep financing John Whitney's expeditions?

Since is superstitions were the same thing as science?

Anthropology is admitted to believe in myth. Its part of the job.

In any case, our superstition exhibits are excellent box office for this museum

And that benefits to you as well.

Using superstitions to bring people to the museum

is like hiring topless dancers for the Bolsoi ballet!

Well if they did, I might go to the ballet.

Do you think the restauration department can do something with this?

Certainly! Possibly even for the opening.

- What was in this other crate? - Except for packing leaves, it was empty.

Empty? Well there's packing leaves, it must be something in here?

Crates where nail shut when they arrived.

Strange...

- Do you think these are eggs? - No. More like fungus.

Probably parasitical. Best not to take any chances.

Quite right. Have those leaves and crates incinerated.

Of course you can, Margo.

Your attention, please.

The museum will be closing in fifteen minutes.

Hey man, this is so cool!

I don't think we're supposed to be here.

Don't be such a wussy.

Attention, please. The museum is now closed.

We're gonna get in big trouble.

What they gonna do? Put us in the museum jail?

Johnson? Davis? Is that you?

Dr Green! I wear myself to the bone.

Please, let me go home! I need to rest.

OK, you can finish tomorrow morning.

Go on. Take a hike.

Why don't we just turn it on? Someone'll show us the way outta here.

And call our moms.

And let them now that we cut class.

Great idea!

There's a staircase back here!

No! Let's just get out of here.

Are you scare?

Someone there?

Josh?

Josh, where are you?

Josh?

Josh, c'mon... This isn't funny.

- Goofball! You almost wet your pants! - Josh!

Do you hear somethin'?

- What is it? - I don't know.

- Let's just go. - Yeah.

- You smell somethin'? - You farted, didn't you?

No, not really.

Let's get out of here.

That's terrific!

- Hang on you fucking cap, Lieutenant... - I wanna interview every employee...

Whatever they worked yesterday or not. If they did work...

I want the hours, what part of the building and if they saw the victim...

What time and where.

Who was the last person to leave the building yesterday?

- A Dr. Green. - I wanna talke to him.

- Did you hear? - No, but I'm guessing you gonna tell me.

Someone's been killed.

Murdered.

- Oh my God! - They're not telling us who...

- But they cut off the whole basement level. - A murder!

I'm betting it was Colonel Mustard with the candle stick.

What? What do you thinking? Do you think I'm an asshole, right?

- Are you Dr. Green? - Yes, I am.

Will you come with me, please?

I think you bolted the fifteenth.

I want details, statements and the presence of a psychologist.

Museum security wants to know if they can oopen the doors.

No. Check if they caught anything on video.

- They don't have cameras down here. - Can I help you?

Lt D'Agosta want's to see me.

- He does? - This is Dr. Green.

I'm Lieutenant D'Agosta. I want to ask you some questions...

but I'm flashing the scene here. Can I find you later?

Can I go to my lab?

Not yet. We'll clear the work areas as soon as we can.

- What am I supposed to do? - Enjoy your mochas, gentlemen?

- What smell! - Take it outside, Martini.

Sounds familiar to you?

This is not good.

Never tought there's a worst way to die than in a shark attack.

Anyway, I heard of it that never occurred to me.

- Where is his head? - It's over there by the sink.

Lieutenant D'Agosta... My God!

Get her out of here!

Lieutenant, over here.

No! Don't step over it!

It's bad luck. Jesus Christ!

There's a burnt joint on the floor.

I think that boy was hitting the pot in the potty.

Pot is a misdemeanor, decapitation seems a bit severe.

Got the blood on the walls. Get Ballistics Analysis...

pintpoint source, speed, force, full splatter point.

Sweep in teams of two. Nobody goes in alone.

This place is not gonna open until every room is clear. Go!

The question is: what a museum guard has to do with...

a drug deal in a south american ship?

- I don't know. - The answer is: maybe nothing.

Doctor Cuthbert?

Lieutenant Vincent D'Agosta, Chicago Homicide.

This is Tom Parkinson, our director of security.

Did you identified the victim, Lt D'Agostino?

D'Agosta. The victim's name is Frederick Ford.

Freddy Ford? What a terrible, terrible thing!

Somebody was really pissed of at him.

Any thoughts on who that might be?

- No, he was a very sweet man. I've no idea. - I barely knew the guy.

Lieutenant, I don't mean to downplay the horror of this tragedy...

or the urgency of your investigation...

but what about the museum?

I'm going to do this in layers.

You'll be allow in your offices when I've determined that there's no danger.

What about our exhibition space? When will that open?

We have a major exhibit about to open.

The Board is hosting a grandeur preview tomorrow night.

It's so vital to us.

I can't tell you exactly when...

Lieutenant, we'd invested so much in this exhibit...

it will be a disaster for us if we have to postpone it.

We're checking your offices and labs first.

So you can go back to your work. It won't take long.

As far as the areas opened to the public...

we may have something that makes Jeffrey Dahmer looks like a boyscout.

I have to be sure he's not here.

- I might to ask you a few questions. - Ok.

- What's that stuff you're looking at? - DNA strands.

- Do you come all the way down here to know about DNA? - No.

I hope you don't mind walking. I have to return these samples.

Well, if I get tired, I let you know.

- What's the stew today? - Rhinocerus Megarhinus.

He's making rhinoceros soup?

It's a maceration tank.

Skim and toss it into warm water, wait to the main flesh falls out...

- ... and give it to the beetles. - Beetles as in bug beetles?

Domestic beetles are fairly common insects.

They eat the flesh out of almost anything leaving the bones clean.

Better watch yourself someone left the glass cage opened last night...

- ... and a bunch hit the highway. - We know better than head to the cafeteria.

I'm sorry you have to see all that at the crime scene.

I said hello to that man every day for the past six years.

You could close the door.

- Did you know him well? - No.

Wait!

Is the face up?

- Down. - Don't touch it. If the face's down is bad luck.

Don't tell me you are supertitious...

Sorry but around here every penny counts.

What the hell is all this?

This is one of six storage areas for the clerk shed.

The museum has something like 3 millions specimens.

Exhibitionary areas only show about 2% of what the museum owns.

Doesn't look like a good place to light a match.

According to the museum security, you're the last one to leave last night.

- Did you see or hear anything strange? - No.

Well, maybe I heard something when I was leaving...

...but it could be anything. I was tired.

What can you tell about John Whitney? Do you know him?

Unfortunately.

His office was vandalize last night.

Sir.

Do you have an idea of what might be in this office...

...that someone wants it damn bad?

I've no idea of why anyone would want anything of John Whitney.

But I've been told mine is a subjective opinion.

Did you ever see John Whitney with Freddy Ford?

- Were they friends? - No.

Is John Whitney using sell drugs?

I don't think so.

John Whitney is not in Brasil shipping drugs, just insignificant matters.

- Brasil? - Yeah. Couple of crates came in yesterday.

- What was in 'em? - One'd a small relic, the other's empty.

- Sure it was nothin' inside? - That's what empy means.

- Could it been pried opened? - It was nail shut.

- Could it been pried opened and then nail shut? - I supposed so.

What are you suggesting that there was drugs in the crate?

I don't suggest. Where those crates?

They were burn. But the relic is in the restauration department.

Perri Masai, our restorer genius. Lieutenant D'Agosta.

This is John Whitney's relic. Or what's left of it.

Any idea of what it looks like?

With black stone is difficult. Is a chimera of some kind.

- What's chimera? - Is a combination of creatures...

...that supertitious people see it as God or enemy.

What kind of supertitious people?

Here's my card, if you think of anything else...

You wellcome!

Lieutenant D'Agosta!

Is lovely to see you when there're such alarming circunstances.

Seven decapitations in one week.

Don't you just hate someone who only takes head and never gives it?

Now you tell me, Mathilda.

Autopsy attended by Lieutenant Vincent D'Agosta, Chicago Homicide.

I heard your ex got custody of te dog?

Was in the goddamn Internet?

You shouldn't be late on your output payments.

We have an african american male...

...probable age 55 to 60.

Height... five, four, four. wither share, maybe six per one.

Weight, a hundred and sixty.

There're a none determined number of lacerations...

...proceeding from the left anterior pectorial region,

...down and through the sternum terminated at the right anterior abdominal region.

Pectoralis minus and pectoralis major were separated to a great degree...

And there're spontaneous digresses.

The sternum process is been split and the rib cage exposed.

Now for the head...

The head is decapitated between the axis process and the atlas.

The entire occipital bone, sinus and the calvarium...

...and half of the parietal process is been crushed...

...or rather punch through when removed.

Leaving a hole of perhaps five inches in diameter.

The skull is empty.

The entire brain appears to falling out.

Or been extracted through this hole.

Any idea about the weapon?

Something big.

The brain is severely traumatised

It appears to be severed at the medula oblongata.

The point of Varolli is in check, but separated.

The cerebrum is been completely severed from the mesencephalum and...

Wait a minute! This brain is light...

Even for a man.

Somtehing is missing, Lieutenant. Where the rest of it?

- You got everything we found. - There is not thalamic region.

There is not pituitary glande.

- What are you talking about? - The thalamus and hypothalamus...

...regulate body temperature, blood pressure, heart beating.

Regulates hundreds of hormones into the bloodstream.

- Don't you agree, Fred? - Yes.

He never shuts off!

That was fast...

Glicotetraline colagenoid...

Weinstein's tirotropic hormone.

Adenosine, oxytoxine,

monoxytoxine...

Hormones... This fungus is flourished with hormones.

Animal hormones! What kind of fungus is this?

Hollingsworth? I hope I'm not interrupting your dinner.

Dig up whatever records we have on those bodies from the ship.

If there any autopsies done, check and see if any part of the brain...

...where missing from any of the heads.

I don't care how long it takes.

Let me ask you something.

How the fuck did somebody get custody of the dog?

- Hey. - Hey Madame.

Good morning Lieutenant.

Very fancy!

It only takes seven months of planning.

I really hope you can have your party toningt.

So do I.

We may have a major crazily person somewhere in this building...

...and I don't think they wanna him showing up tonight.

No. We can't have that.

- This is a big deal, isn't it? - Very big.

- This party will raise a lot of money. - A lot of money.

Very high profile. The mayor is coming... Media...

Big companies that gives a lot of grands, limousines and all the smichk...

I tell you what, we'll find this guy and then you can have your party.

Lieutenant, do you like smoked salmon and those little round toasted things?

I don't think I ever had it.

If you don't catch the man, it's gonna be about 300 pounds of it.

Have you ever try the lattes with whole milk?

- Very smooth. - I like expresso. Beats smooth.

- What the fuck do you know? - I know I like expresso!

- Have you ever try lattes? - No.

It must be a door out there. Someplace.

Here it is. Here it is.

Jesus!

Come out! Come out! Where ever you are...

I don't know where the hell we are?

Maybe I've been reading this map wrong. I don't know.

Hey, look at this!

Jesus! Is that a footprint?

Might be seven feet tall!

Looks like blood.

I think it is blood.

Good morning Lieutenant. How're you today?

What do you got?

Right... Hum...

We check on that hypo... what...

Hypothalamus.

Right. Anyway...

All heads we're able to salvaged from the Santos Morales...

...were pretty decomposed.

They were have missing the hypothalamus.

Thank you, Hollingsworth.

This consistent repetition of sequences of three...

...that it needs to be individual.

But before you begin DNA testing...

...you have to be able to identify the specimen.

With your financial grant...

...the complicated, tedious task of specimen identification...

...will become a quick certain analitical technique.

Procedure...

Mode, system...

Just gimme the goddamn money!

Shit!

The kid on your lab told me where to find you.

I was just rehearsing.

- You were really good. - Yeah, right.

Really good ending.

Hold on!

What's your field exactly? Biology?

Evolutionary biology.

- Are we still evolving? - Some of us.

Look, lieutenant, I'm really busy right now...

I dont' have time to be socializing. So, if you don't mind.

I want to ask you if you have dinner with me.

There might be someting else you can tell me about John Whitney's work.

I take you to Dr Frock, our curator.

He can probably explain what John Whitney do better than I can.

It's Margo.

- What do you brought me? - A policeman, lieutenant D'Agosta.

Well... No doubt is a gradual extinction of the human race?

I'm doing what I can to keep it orderly.

You and the lieutenant are kindred spirits.

- He's very superstitious. - I don't know about "very".

You must excuse Margo, she believes the science must destroy...

the very little patience with supertitious people I got.

Did I ever tell you about my experiences with the Ki tribu of Bechuanaland?

- Yes, more than once. - Haven't told him.

The Ki tribu, liutenant, believes that headaches...

where cause by sorcery.

And they paint pock the headache victim when they identified the sorcerer...

...and then go off and murder him.

Of course, the akin folks of the sorcerer...

...fell they've to avenge his death so they go and kill the headache victim...

I'm sure you can imagine how all that revenge turn down

What's that?

It's medical miracle. Everybody stopped having headaches.

What a superstitious police officer possibly want with an old fossil like me?

He wants to know about John Whitney.

Do you think there's some connection between the vandalism...

...of John's office and the murder?

Maybe. What's John Whitney doing in Brasil?

John is an anthropologist. He's in Brasil studying ancient tribes.

Theis rituals, their environmetal social relations. Their culture.

When was the last time you herd from him?

I don't have that much contact with him...

...but yesterday we received a wonderful artifact.

Yeah. I took a look at it.

That artifact is rather important to me liutenant...

...because it may help to illuminate...

...a scientific theory that it's expanding from some time.

- The Callisto Effect. - What's that?

Is a commonly believe that live...

...evolved gradually by natural selection.

Dr Frock argues that sometimes there's sudden evolutionary changes...

...that create a grotesque and short-lived aberrant species.

So, John Whitney is down in Brasil studying ancient tribal rituals.

Could any of these rituals had anything to do with... say...

...ripping out the human hypothalamus?

- Beg your pardon? - Human hypothalamus?

Never mind.

You smell that?

It's the same stink from where they found the guard.

Better got some backup down here.

244, this is 26. Do you copy?

Shit! We're under too much concrete!

What the fuck what's that?

- Is that in front of us? - Hard to tell.

The guy was a convicted rapist.

He's a suspect in a couple of murders. Two terms of hard time.

And he fits the description giving to us by the two boys.

Those kids didn't see him commit the murder.

Lieutenant! Come on! This place...

Could be anything used to attack 'em. A fucking axe!

If you wanna take somebody head off an axe would friggin' do it.

- What are you doin'? - I know... I know, I know, I know.

So what's the matter?

- Something it's not right. - What's not right?

- Something. - Something, what?

You're a pain in the ass. You know that?

Sorry.

- Can I have a little help here? - Congratulations, lieutenant.

- Looks like you got your man. - Maybe.

- Maybe? - Maybe!

The man was covered in the dead guard's blood. He was carrying his wallet!

He tried to cut his head off with an axe.

What do you need? A videotape?

- Thatll help. - This is nuts!

Something is wrong.

We got a homeless reaping out people's hypothalamuses?

What's he doin'? Starting a hypothalamus collection?

This guy gets in a boat sailing from Brazil. He kills everyone on board.

He catches a cab to the museum where he hides in a closet in the sub- basement...

I don't know anything about boats from Brazil...

But is obvious to me that this man kills Frederick Ford.

2 plus 2, liutenant, in my book that's 4!

You have to let the gala go on tonight.

I don't have to left anything go on tonight.

Asshole!

- What's this? - We found this onto the gas vent.

Jaime Martinez...

He was one of the victims on the Santos Morales.

This is gotta be our guy.

Lieutenant, it's for you.

Who is it?

This is mayor Owen. What's your first name, Liutenant?

- Vincent. - May I call you Vincent?

- Sure - Good. You can call me "Your Honor".

I tell you what, Vincent. I'm looking forward to this gala tonight.

My wife is too. She'll wore a dress that shows off her cleavage.

Have you ever seen my wife's cleavage? Is in all the papers.

I can't say that I have, Your Honor.

You're one of the few people in the city of Chicago who hasn't.

That cleavage just get me elected.

- I bet you don't know what to say? - No, sir, I don't.

The thing is, Vincent, this gala of tonight is very important.

Is important to the museum, is important to my wife...

...is important to the city.

And is really important to Mr. and Mrs. Blaisedale.

- You know who they are? - No.

Well, they're good friends of mine. Real good friends.

And they're good friends of the city. Real good friends!

I was so upset when I thought they would be disappointed tonight.

Until I heard the wonderful news that you caught that murderer.

Terrible bussiness!

Anyway, I called to congratulate you on a job well done.

And I'm so happy that we having that gala tonight.

I gonna call the Chief and tell him how happy I am.

Nice talking to you Vincent!

I going to clear the wings of museum personnel.

And open only the central exhibition area.

And I'm going to maintain police presence through out.

How much police presence?

As much as I goddamn deem necesary.

Tell Bruce I'm gonna make a final sweep when all the wings were closed.

Get me a team of dogs.

But we already swept with dogs right after we found the body.

So get better dogs! I going down myself and you're comin' with me.

"Dermestes Vulpinus".

It's a domestic beetle.

Match of 33% Hemidactylus Turcicus.

Hemidactylus Turcicus... What the hell is that?

- Have you seen Greg? - He's down there.

Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Blaisedale.

How wonderful you look this evening.

I'm Greg Lee.

I'm Greg Lee, Mr. Blaisedale.

How rich you look this evening.

Good evening, Mr. Blaisedale. I didn't know you have a daughter.

Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your little meeting.

- You're not going to the party? - I'm going. Don't let your greedy hopes up.

Can you identify this species?

Now you want my help?

Can you identify them or not?

Hemidactylus Turcicus.

- It's a turkish gecko. - Gecko?

- A lizard. - Yes. I know what a gecko is.

There's reptilian and a beetle DNA onthe same strand.

- Maybe your source is contaminated. - Is not contaminated. I scrape the cells myself.

Then is your software.

Of course, I've been shocked if you think that it might be not 100% accurate

You can get back to the Blaisedale's now.

It's looks to me we're just about as ready as we're gonna be.

You know they're closing out the wing soon. I don't want you miss the party?

I'll be there.

Head down the basement to a storage level. And work out east to west.

- Make sense to you? - Yeah. I think it'll work.

You got something for the dogs?

Pollux.

Castor.

Margo, are you here?

I'm at the electro microscope.

C'mon girl! Is party time!

What... You're not even dress yet.

I need you to take a look at this.

I'm not going to take a look at anything until you get dress!

That parasite Greg Lee is gonna steal your grant rights by monday.

- Unless you get there and start preaching. - Alright. Alright.

Try guess what that is.

I don't think I ever seen anything quite like this before.

- Is a domectic beetle. - Domestic? Are you sure?

Remember the leaves from Whitney's crates?

- Yeah. - That beetle ate part of one.

I ran some cells through the interpolator searching for a match.

It came back domestic beetle.

But the analisys also reveal...

...a large percentage of reptilian DNA.

- Reptilian? There's must be some mistake. - I ran it through 3 times.

- Maybe it was something in the leave. - Take a look at that print out.

Hormones. Lots of them.

Gammaglobulin, A, X, Y...

Left positive... Reversed transcripts!

That's an enzyme almost always found in asociation with viruses!

This plant is heavily infected with a virus.

So it's taking over some of the plant cells.

And inserted its own genetic material into the plant genes.

But why would a virus coded for animal proteins?

Mr. Mayor!

- How do you feel about the exhibit? - Very, very proud.

- Are you superstitious? - Only around election time.

Let's go, Castor, go! C'mon boy.

- Anything? - Nothing yet.

There's a lot of foul smells down here.

We have to take it slow.

- You're looking very dapper tonight. - You think so?

'Cos I don't see any of the guys wearing this ruffles.

Nah, you look... cool.

- Sir, we're all pleased to see you. - Is good to being here.

We know this hormones are responsible for growth,

bone structure, exosqueleton, fisiology and skin making.

The huge implications of this is that easily can cause a change.

Of course, it could!

Do you Whitney know about the properties of these leaves before he sent them?

Maybe he wasn't just using them as packaging material.

Maybe there was nothing missing from the crate.

Maybe the leaves were the shipment.

- But why? I don't get it. - Margo...

The hormones listed in this analysis...

...they're all produced by the human hypothalamus.

Plus, they're much more concentrated here.

In one milligram of this material is equal to more than 100 milligrams...

...of the hormone produced by the hypothalamus.

Remember when the lieutenant said something about the human hypothalamus?

Do you think this is somehow connected to Frederick Ford's murder?

If it is, whoever killed Fred Ford really needs the hormones on that leave.

We better find Lieutenant D'Agosta.

Where the hell is Margo?

- That's yours... - I'm so glad...

- Dr Cuthbert, this is wonderful. - Thank you.

Come with me. I've someone I want to introduce you to.

Mike, I want you to meet the Blaisedale's. Harriet and George.

Come on! What do we got?

Captain!

Fine! Fine! Look out, sir!

Parkinson here. It's time to shut down the outer sales. Do you read?

Right, sir. Still cheking the lab area.

Lab area? Everyone was suppose to be out by six.

So I'm skipping the lab, Mr. Parkinson. Plus, the last one got out.

Are you sure? It'd be a long night for anyone lock down there.

It's complete deserted

It's clear. Shut it down.

Shutting down

He's not upstairs, one of the other officers would probably know how to find him

- God, it's locked! - It seems that imbecile Parkinson

may good on his promise. See, he locked the entire wing.

- C'mon Professor - Where?

Down the fire stairs and the corridor to sub-basement

- Down the stairs? - Hope your brakes work.

Oh champagne! How lovely.

- Thank you very much, Mr... - Lee, Greg Lee.

May I say how enchanted you look this evening, Ms Blaisedale?

- It's off the map, Bevins. - It's the old coal channel.

Lieutenant? The scent seems to be even stronger.

What the hell is this?

Electric train's high power poles run through the basement for the old barges,

- South Chicago/State Warp. - How far is it go?

This goes all the way to Lake Michigan.

If you believe what they said. No one really goes down here.

Let me ask you something...

If somebody get off the ship...

...get off the lake and go through these tunnels...

all the way to the museum without being seen?

- Sure. - We're moving out, guys!

Let's go!

- What in God's name is that smell? - I don't like this!

OK. We can do this. Bradley and I go together. Evans you behind me.

Hollingsworth, you stay here but call if you can get anything out there.

This thing is moving, right in front of us!

Castor, Pollux! Heel! Heel!

Hollingsworth! Hollingsworth!

Hey, are you ok?

Castor! Pollux!

Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! What the hell is this?

- Oh dear God! Pollux! - Bradley! No!

- Pollux! - Bradley!

Hollingsworth! Take Evans and get your ass out there

Find Cuthbert or Parkinson,

Whoever else is in charge, and clear out the museum.

Go! Now!

Bradley!

- Are you lost, Margo? - Of course, I'm lost.

Pollux!

C'mon boy. C'mon. Let's go.

What's the matter with you?

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome and thank you for being here.

I like to introduce to you

One of this beauty and it's best friends and starlet supporters.

The mayor of our city, the honorable Robert Owen.

Thank you Dr. Cuthbert

Ladies and gentlemen, I am so excited and honored

to be here at this wonderful museum this evening.

As we march forward

with fragile footsteps to the sunset of the last...

- Is he speaking english? - I wouldn't know.

Bradley! Bradley!

Oh, boy. You scare me.

You scare me.

- This coffee is terrible! - Is bitter, very bitter.

- What do you think, darling?

Not to me, not today.

- The beginning of superstition really starts... - Excuse me. Excuse me!

...in Egypt earlier than 50.000 b.c.

Here is the pi�ce de r�sistance...

This is a very rare...

...sacrificial palette from Mesoamerica.

The priests would sacrifice their victims... - Excuse me.

- ...by cutting out their beating heart. - Excuse me.

- That's pleasant. And then what? - Well, then they would eat it.

You know, I think I can use one of this things down to City Hall.

Shall we.

...A mortal force.

There's Pan.

And here we are in Brazil, with the spirit of the Amazone.

And here it's the great devil god:

The Kothoga, sitting on the skulls of his dead victims.

Look out! Out of the way!

What the... What in hell!

All right. C'mon.

Mr. Mayor?

Excuse me, may I ask what do you think you're doing?

My name is Hollingsworth, Chicago homicide...

We have to get everybody out of here now!

We have a very dangerous situation, your honor.

What the hell!

- Holy shit! Look at this! - We have a robbery alert in the exhibition space.

5, 6, 7... The whole board is going down!

Code 27? It says we're having an earthquake!

But this is Chicago, we don't have earthqueakes in Chicago!

Johnson! Wooton! We've got problems aout here!

Computer is forcing down the last cell doors.

Jesus, that's just around the hall. Can we override it manually?

Not with that code status. We gonna have to reset the whole system.

That's impossible! Somebody is blocking...

We shut down! Everything is shut down!

Wooton, Johnson, What the hell is going on up there?

- The fire doors are down! - Shit!

Wooton, Johnson, Parkinson? Where the hell are you?

Phones are out.

And all the power is out all over the museum.

What about the emergency generator?

It's only for the lab area, to keep their computer systems and the refrigerators going.

And it`s over the east wing, it's about a mile from here.

What about the backup batteries from the security system...

...maybe we can reboot'em and get'em back online.

Is over in a power room southwest...

I'll go.

Who loocked the door? I hate when they do that.

Oh what the hell is that?

Control! This is Parkinson.

What the hell is going on down there?

Would you answer me, for chrissakes!

Someone fucking trashed the backup system.

For God sake Johnson, Parkison, where the hell are you?

Hey, asshole aren't you gonna answer to me!

I can't reach the desk in control room.

All right, get down and help me to figure out a frigging way out of here.

We can�t lift the fire doors until we got the computer restarted.

The fire stairs only lead to the basement.

Then maybe that's what we would do.

Here! Here!

What is it?

This is absurd. Every police officer on the city of Chicago...

...is gonna be on the other side of that door in five...

...minutes, trying to figure a way to get through.

We wait here.

Are you ready?

I don't think you understand how this works.

You're a junior detective, you don�t know how to do anything.

All I know is I've been ordered to get everybody out of this building.

So if someone or something in here can help, you'll saw what I can do!

Sorry but I'm not buying.

Is anybody there?

- Wooton? - No, D'Agosta. Put the mayor on.

Put him on!

For you, your honor.

- Put this over your head. - This is Mayor Owen.

Mayor, this is Lieutenant D'Agosta.

- Lieutenant Degusto... - D'Agosta, sir.

Vincent. Badge number 14173. We spoke once before, remember?

I want you to consider very carefully...

With all due respect, sir you can fire me on monday...

... but right now, I want you to shut your fucking mouth and listen!

I'm putting Sgt Hollingsworth in charge...

... and you're going do exactly what he tell you to do.

- Or what, Lieutenant? - Or none of you are gonna live to see election day.

Hollingsworth! Hollingsworth! You there?

Excuse me, your honor. I'm here, Lieutenant.

Take the fire stairs back down to the sub basement...

... and head west into the service area.

Go through the passageway through the old coal line

You'll come up across the street from the museum.

Now you go slow, you go quiet, and stick together.

- You understand? - I got it.

I'm not walking through some filthy cross basement...

Shut up, Tom!

Let's go.

Excuse me, I don't care what the Lieutenant Deg...

Whatever the hell his name is. I'm staying!

I'm afraid my wife and I will be staying as well.

Mr. Blaisedale, we must stay together.

I'm not physically able to go down stairs or through tunnels.

- So we'll stay behind. - What about head to the interior?

Is out of the question. Will be find here.

OK officer, I'll stay behind and protect Mr. and Ms. Blaisedale.

Gimme a break!

Well we aren't going, what are you gonna do?

- Shoot us? - Alright, alright!

One of you stay here with them. Who's it gonna be?

- Me, I'll stay. - I'll stay.

Mac Nally, you're staying.

- You have plenty of ammo? - I'm loaded.

Ok, let's move!

Dr Cuthbert! Dr Cuthbert!

I'm sorry but I don't think you shoud do this.

Bullshit, Tom. You're fired.

I lead with the shotgun. Bailey you stay at the back.

The rest in a single line. Is gonna be dark...

We'll go slow, we'll go quiet, and we'll stick together.

Alright, slick moves and watch your step.

Keep it going! Keep it going!

Can I get you a drink?

What is it, boy?

- Oh God, Lt. Dagosta, we've been trying to find you! - We gonna get out of here.

Oh, my God, no!

Somebody wanna tell me what in God's name that was?

I think is the Kothoga.

John Whitney must to find it somewhere and somehow send it back to the museum.

For God sake why he wouldn't give us a warning?

I bet it was in those crates John Whitney sent back

- They aren't pretty big. - How something like that fits in one of those?

In those crates that Whitney, sent back, the artifact was packed...

... in a leave specimen that carried a parasictic fungus.

The fungus was loaded with hormones, animal hormones...

... that were produced in the thalamoid region of the human brain.

- You mean the hypothalamus? - I know this is crazy...

But... but maybe this animal started out as something else.

A chameleon, a lizard, or maybe even a dog.

It ate those leaves and changed into whatever it is now.

Into what we just saw.

You're not crazy Margo. Don't you see, girl?

If the Callisto effect is really true...

The Kothoga myth was based on fact.

The people of the Zenzera tribe when they're threatened by an enemy,

... they must to fed some of those hormonal leaves to some animal...

... and it's cost a rioting in its DNA...

.. and it was transformed into some horrific beast.

But the beast needs those hormones to stay alive.

So when it's big enough and deadly, they start feeding it...

So we have to find some other way to get the hormones.

They're enemies. Yes. And when the enemies were dead,

... they had no more hormones. And it would eventually die.

And the Zenzera would cannot providing.

We don't have time to wait for eventually.

So here is my question: How the fuck do we kill that thing?

I'd to figure out what is this first. We need to get back to my lab.

- I'll never make it up those stairs. Leave me here. - I'll carry you.

Don't be ridiculous, you have more important things to do.

I'm staying here.

Alright is Martin. They're here on the ground.

Let's clear this area. Clear the stairs!

First I liquify and purify my sample...

...and then this machine will amplify the DNA strand.

And finally, scanned. Then created the image.

Then its matched against a huge database we've compiled within the last few years.

Pretty impressive.

- How long is it gonna take? - A little while.

- That's terrific... - What do you got there?

Good luck bullet.

- Superstitious. I'm remember now. - Yeah.

So did your bullet have a story?

I was on the beat. My rookie year...

I saw this guy with black skis in this car, with its motor running.

He's got a cloth hanger. Trying to get the lock off.

So I go over trying to help with my own.

What I didn't know is he just rob a liquor store a block away.

He is concentrate so hard

He doesn't see me until I'm right on top of him.

I surprise him, turns and...

Point blank range.

Doesn't pop, though.

Doesn't go off.

This bullet.

So what did you do?

Took the gun away from him and beat the shit out of him.

Anyway, the forensics told me later that a...

The bullet's perfect. It shoulda fire.

And I should be dead.

So in another words a miracle of physics.

Maybe just plain old fashion good luck.

This is Martin. Anybody seen the Mayor? Gimme a location on the Mayor?

What people don't realize is that molecular biology

is the science of the future. You know what I mean? If people...

I'm not taking responsable for this fiasco. I can tell you that!

Come monday morning, everything will straighten out.

And whatever prankster created this miasma...

I swear to God, when I get my hands on him...

It's not a exact match. Surprise, surprise

4%... 2%... Wait a minute.

Hemidactylus Turcicus, 45%.

It's a gecko. Same as the beetle.

- What do you talking about? - Whatever this thing was,

... it eat those leaves and is rapidly evolving into something reptilian

- You mean is still changing? - Is quite possible.

Up! Pull me up!

- We got you! - Pull me up!

Pull me up! Hurry! Pull me up!

- Help me! - Hold on!

- It can be! - What?

33% Homo Sapiens.

You told me that thing is part human?

No I'm saying more than that!

Acording to the state of that, thing started out as human.

I must keep scanning. There're must be some error.

Lieutenant!

Hollingsworth! Where are you?

Just about to take the coal tunnels.

Shit, I think that thing is following us, Liutenant.

- I think it knows where we are. - Ok, listen.

Those tunnels lead right across the street.

Just keep going. Get those people out!

I will folow you and decoy the fucker away.

Hollingsworth...

I see you out on the street.

Where are those leaves with the hormones that thing likes to eat?

Ok, we know this thing is part reptilian, probably ectothermic,

So it can't handle extreme patterns of cold.

Maybe if we can change its temperature by 13 to 40 degrees...

- What do you mean, maybe? - We can freeze the sunabitch.

Dr Frock!

Let me go first.

Don't look.

I'm really sorry.

Let's go.

Hollingsworth, do you read me?

Yeah Lieutenant, I'm here.

I'm scared shitless.

Keep moving. We're on our way.

You hear me? You read me?

- Yeah, I got it. - Hope you know what you're doing.

- What was that? - Just keep moving! Keep moving!

Let's go.

- Bailey! - Yeah!

It's not getting any deeper. So keep 'em moving.

- Alright. - And watch your back!

- Bailey... - Yeah.

You hear something?

Listen up!

Whatever that was, something made it to the other way.

So stay close to me and I'll bring you out of here.

Gimme the leaves.

I'm gonna take them and dive to that crate over there.

I think the draft will blow its smell through the tunnels.

Come on!

Open this door!

Alright! Alright! Everybody!

- Go inside the lab and lock the door. - What about you?

- Just get inside. I hold it off. - Hold it off? You've seen that thing!

- Yes, I've seen it. - If we keep going, we can find a way out...

I don't want a way out! I wanna stop it!

I'll stay with you!

- This is crazy! - Get inside! Now!

This is stupid! Don't do this!

Locked the goddamed door!

This is so stupid!

John Whitney! Oh my God!

Lieutenant!

Dr Green!

Open the door!

Open the goddamed door!

Oh God...

Just keep going!

I know who you are.

You go to hell!

Capitaine, we finally got through that door.

We've two more bodies inside the main room.

- Not the Mayor? - I can't tell, they pretty badly mashed up.

- How about the others? - We got the power off...

... trying to get into the other levels but is a big place.

When I get my hands on D'Agosta. I'll send him back to a fucking squad car.

Captain? Are you in charge here?

Mr. Mayor, how do you get out?

It's a long story, Captain.

This people are cold and tired. I 'd like to get them under a roof as soon as possible.

And leave D'Agosta alone, or else you might be back into a squad car.

Lieutenant?

Are you alright? You're ok?

Get me up. Get me up!

- Have you seen Dr Green? - No.

- Did you get those people out? - Most of them.

Lieutenant, over here! Is somebody inside!

Open it up!

Keep it.