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In 1953,

Earth experienced a war of the worlds.

Common bacteria stopped the aliens,

but it didn't kill them.

Instead, the aliens lapsed into a state of deep hibernation.

Now, the aliens have been resurrected,

more terrifying than before.

In 1953, aliens started taking over the world.

Today, they're taking over our bodies.

Contact with that crystal

is affecting your behavior.

I'm in total control, Suzanne.

Where are you when I need you, huh?

Harrison, what are you doing?

The lion, Norton.

It's a yoga position.

It's good for the circulation,

the internal organs,

the muscular skeletal flexibility.

Well, you have my attention.

What's up?

Oh, um, I just found the mother lode.

You know, um, Operation Deep Ice.

Alien maps, artifacts, official project records

of the '53 invasion, including Dr. Forrester's.

Thank God we found them before the aliens did.

And they're stored right here in the Bay Area.

They're kept in underground vaults at Fort Streeter.

For 15 years I've been searching for my father's legacy,

and you're telling me

it's been right here under my feet?

Two, three, four, hut, two, three, four, hut...

This sure is damn short notice.

But General Wilson and I go back to my days in The Point.

Uncle Hank still tells stories about those good old days.

I'll bet he does,

considering all the money he lost to me at poker.

We really appreciate your cooperation, General.

Just doing my duty, Doctor.

You know, Paul, I haven't seen your ugly face since Grenada.

It's been a while, sir.

That was a damn good operation, son.

It's damn good to see you again.

Tell you what, I'd like for you to be my guest at this banquet

that First Air Cav is giving for me this evening.

That's, uh, my price for interrupting my plans.

Uh, thank you, sir, but I...

That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Morse Hall, 1900 sharp.

Now, Paul, is there anything else

I should know about this operation?

Hank was pretty vague.

I'm sorry, sir, but it's "need to know."

I understand.

What in the hell is going on here?

Is that understood?

Stay right there.

Lieutenant, is that a reporter I see over there?

It is, sir.

Who gave my permission to have a reporter on my base?

I'm looking into that, sir.

Now, you know I don't like reporters, don't you, Lieutenant?

I'm aware of that, sir.

Then, fine, I don't care how pretty she is.

Get rid of her now.

I've already called the MPs.

Here they are now.

Good. Be sure my car is here in five minutes.

A reception committee, General?

For all our VIPs, Paul.

Okay, let's go, folks.

General! Any statement on charges

the Army's secretly storing highly toxic materials

here at Kirby Hall?

No statement, ma'am.

Nice legs, though.

Yes, sir.

Come on, ma'am.

We have to escort you off the base.

Want to grab the door for me?

Good night, Ellen.

See you tomorrow, Amanda.

Ten hut!

At ease.

Uh, Murphy, about that reporter.

That's taken care of, General.

Thank you.

Sergeant, who is your vault duty officer?

I am, sir.

Lieutenant Burke reporting.

Burke.

You will be in charge

of filling Dr. Blackwood's search orders.

And please take care of my friends.

Yes, sir.

General, the motor pool says

your car's already waiting for you outside.

Uh, Sergeant Hancock will be driving you this evening.

Thank you, Hamill.

Paul... 1900, class As,

and I hope you like rubber chicken.

It's my favorite, General.

We'd like to inspect the vault containing Operation Deep Ice.

Deep Ice... Deep Ice...

What is it now, Murphy?

They're having engine trouble, General.

I'm having my men look into it.

All right, let's move it.

Please, General.

Just a few questions for my viewers.

Not now, little lady.

I'm late for my own tribute dinner right now.

Then could we meet for drinks after your dinner?

Off the record, of course.

I told you before... No statement.

Okay, Hancock, a week's pass

if we get there before the bar closes,

but a day in the stockade if we don't.

Hancock.

Hancock, are you deaf, man?

Not at all, sir.

As soon as we secure the facility,

we'll move in on the vaults.

Oh, here it is.

It was misfiled under "Operation D.E.E. Pice..."

P-I-C-E.

Close enough for government work, I guess.

You'd be surprised.

Vault 23-A-46.

I'll, uh, be staying on duty

to make sure everything is secure, Colonel.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

Now, if we could proceed to set up

Doctors McCullough and Blackwood.

Lieutenant Burke?

Oh, yes, sir.

Please, follow me, Colonel,

Doctors.

I can't remember anyone ever asking

about Operation Deep Ice before.

It was before your time, Lieutenant.

I'm going to need a nap soon.

You know, I've tried taking naps,

but it just depressed me and threw me off

for the rest of the day.

Then you're doing it wrong.

How do you nap right?

Enter designated vocal sequence now.

Burke, Amanda, Lieutenant.

MAC classification number: 6-2-8-8-C.

Password...

Yabba dabba doo.

Positive vocal identification confirmed.

Entry accepted.

In case you're unavailable, Lieutenant,

how many other personnel are cleared for this procedure?

Three, aside from me, sir.

Two are on leave, and of course,

Lieutenant Hamill, the security officer.

But he doesn't know the vaults.

Sounds like he needs someone like you

to show him around.

How far down does this go?

31 stories.

372 feet, to be exact.

Kirby Hall has been the Army's

classified record storage center since it was decommissioned

as the Pacific Command bunker in 1946.

There are over 500 vaults down here.

Total surface floor area, 42 acres,

most of them under San Francisco Bay.

We're going to the bottom.

And this is the only way back up?

Yes.

Ever have any big leaks?

Sorry.

That's classified.

There must be some mistake.

No. This is vault 23-A-46.

Well, then, where the hell is the rest of Operation Deep Ice?

This is it.

Look, I know there's more down here... much, much more.

We're going to have to open the rest of these vaults.

Excuse me, Doctor.

This is a top secret United States Army facility.

I'm certainly not authorized to do anything like that

unless General Masters okays it.

I'll speak to General Masters at the dinner.

I'm on my way there now.

All I need is proper clearance,

and I'll do anything you want, Colonel.

Take me up now, Lieutenant.

Document inspection room's third door on your left.

This reminds me of my first dormitory room at college.

I guess I'll get the rest of my stuff, then.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

You will be standing by?

As long as I'm needed, Colonel.

My car's parked out front.

Tank's full; here's the keys.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant. Sergeant.

Now, that is a hunk.

Lieutenant Hamill's more my type.

No kidding!

Lieutenant Hamill.

Hi.

Hey, hot times on the old graveyard shift tonight, huh?

I was thinking...

I mean, I had...

I mean, I know I have some tickets to see La Traviata.

What?

It's an opera.

It's my favorite, and, well,

I have an extra ticket

if you'd like to go with me.

When is that?

Next Friday night.

I, uh...

think I made some plans

to go see some stock car races.

Maybe next time.

Oh, listen, that's okay.

Better check up on our guests.

Yeah.

Who posted you here, soldier?

The captain, sir.

Is there a problem,

Captain?

There's always a problem, Lieutenant.

General Masters, sir.

Come with me, Lieutenant.

Is there a problem at your banquet, sir?

Just follow orders, soldier.

Yes, sir.

Norton, problem time.

Was our Operation Deep Ice a small part of a bigger operation

filed under another name,

or did an official secrets purge get here first?

So Mother Hubbard's cupboard was bare?

Pretty damned near.

All we found were some old boxes of X rays,

some alien tissue samples,

and, you're gonna love this...

Four boxes filled with pension fund files.

Well, somebody's playing games, Doc,

because the inventory I found

would have filled that vault and more.

I've dreamt of being in a place like this,

surrounded by the most extensive collection

of alien artifacts and research on Earth.

I never actually thought I'd be here.

Now I am... and it's empty.

Well, that's the scary part, Doc.

Secrets become so secret

that you can't even find them anymore.

Yeah? What are you going to do about it?

Nobody, and I mean nobody,

can hide anything from Norton Drake.

Put me on line, coach.

I'll find it.

Okay, you've got it.

Come and take a look at this.

Wow.

After 35 years,

this alien tissue sample is still alive?

Not in a heart beating, conscious kind of way,

but, yes, there is definitely

some cell activity taking place here.

That's incredible.

Incredibly frightening.

Have you seen General Masters, sir?

He's over an hour late.

Well, maybe he got held up... by a lady.

I doubt that, sir.

Hey, just means more rubber chicken

for the rest of us, right?

MAC classification number: 6-2-8-8-C.

Positive vocal identification unconfirmed.

Entry denied.

Repeat vocal sequence now.

Hamill, Michael, Lieutenant.

MAC classification number: 6-7-1-0-P.

Password: Go, Wolverines.

Entry denied.

We must consult the Advocacy.

Thought you could use a snack.

Great.

Did you bring anything without meat?

Two jelly doughnuts left over from this morning.

Well, he'll have to make do.

Sleeping Beauty over here is a strict vegetarian,

along with being a confirmed pacifist

and a certifiable nutcase.

Sorry.

Should I go?

No, no, stay.

I could use the company.

He can sleep through anything.

Oops, forgot that was in there.

So did you find one?

What?

Oh, a man.

No.

But I haven't finished the article yet.

Or maybe he's just shy.

Sometimes you have to make the first move, you know.

I tried; I blew it.

Mike doesn't even care if I exist.

Oh, don't think like that.

You're smart,

you're attractive, you're young.

Maybe you just need to package it a little differently.

You really think so?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I've studied human behavior,

and I know all the theories,

but there is one indisputable fact.

There isn't a man alive who can resist

a little perfume and makeup in exactly the right spots.

Well, I'll give it a try.

Well, take it with you.

Thanks.

Harrison.

You still asleep?

Hey.

Hello! Anybody up?

I'm here Norton.

Well, I'm cooking over here.

What have you got, Norton?

Well, I tried everything, Doc.

Cross-referencing files,

chronological computer entry logs,

even personnel records of all command officers

for the last 35 years.

Yeah, and you came up with?

Another project vault: 27-B-53.

Now, I found it by making a typo:

"Operation D, space,

EEP, space, Ice."

Business as usual.

It's lock combination is...

on your screen.

You wouldn't believe it, Doc.

Every time I come across this file, it's misspelled,

and the computer won't recognize Operation

Deep Ice's correct spelling.

That's it.

All those papers must be filed under various misspellings.

You mean someone did it on purpose?

What better way to encode secret files than by intentional error?

It adds another layer of security.

Norton, would you run all the vault numbers

and combinations filed under probable misspellings

of Operation Deep Ice?

I like the way you think, Doc.

Well, I was brought up by a man who...

who thought the same way.

It'll take me a little bit of time.

You got it.

Would you like to take a stroll

in the garden?

Suzanne.

Bingo.

Hello.

What is it?

I don't know.

Oh, my God, Harrison!

Oh!

What are you doing?!

I don't need your help.

That crystal is remarkable.

That damn thing nearly killed you!

Not a chance... Didn't phase me at all!

I could have taken twice that.

Three times that amount!

Are you all right?

Never better.

You got a problem, lady?

No, but I think you do.

You back off... You're not my mother.

I said I feel fine, I feel fine.

Now, you sit down!

Oh!

We need your assistance, Advocate.

What is your status?

We have secured the archive facility.

Access to the underground vaults is impossible

because of a voice lock.

Their locking device must recognize our presence within.

You must get that list!

As you command, Advocate.

Use the woman.

You've got to experience this crystal, Suzanne.

No. Absolutely not.

McCullough here.

It's Ironhorse.

Speak.

General Masters missed his banquet.

He hasn't checked in with his office.

His adjutant's missing.

His wife hasn't even heard from him.

Something's going on, Blackwood.

Here, too, Colonel.

I got General Wilson to give us a verbal okay

so you can get into any vault you want.

But without General Masters' signature on the orders,

it doesn't mean anything.

Well, stay with it.

Listen, while you're out there,

I'm desperate for a pepperoni pizza.

You want a pizza? Pepperoni?

That's what I said... And double cheese, too.

And, Colonel, make it snappy.

Okay, sweetheart, come here.

Harrison, look at yourself!

Contact with that crystal

is affecting your behavior!

I'm in total control, Suzanne.

No, you're not.

You think you are, but you're not!

It's acting like a drug!

Who can predict the effects of continued exposure?

Simple, try it yourself and see.

No.

If we are going to do this right, we need controls.

Have you completely forgotten about the scientific method?

How do you call yourself a scientist

if you're not willing to explore the edges?

I prefer the edges exactly where they are, thank you.

Yes!

You shouldn't be doing that.

What are you doing?

It's amazing.

Oh... sorry.

Sounds like you guys are having too good of a time.

Norton, if we want your comments

we'll ask for them.

Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Harrison?

Doc, on your printer,

I'm sending you a list of vaults you want to check out.

Want to play crystal again?

Or do you just want to play?

Look, will you get serious?

Hello, Amanda.

Hi, Mike.

Can I, uh, have some of your coffee?

You can have all of it.

I, uh, never told you,

but I had a dream about you.

You did?

You were...

amazing.

What do you mean?

Why don't you let me show you?

Come on.

Where are we going?

I don't think we should be doing this.

I'm on duty.

So am I.

I-I really don't think we should be doing this here.

I mean, everything is happening so fast.

That's just the way I like it.

Enter designated vocal sequence now.

Uh, Burke, Amanda, uh, Lieutenant.

M-MAC classification number: 6-2-8-8-C.

Password:

Yabba dabba doo!

Positive vocal identification confirmed.

Entry accepted.

No, Mike, not here.

Here is just fine.

I wonder what it would be like to do it

in the middle of a mad, passionate embrace.

Scientifically speaking, of course.

Look, you're turning into a junkie with that thing.

Will you knock it off? We've got work to do.

I think it's boring with a capital "B"

that you have to be such a grind.

I think you should just stop and smell the crystal.

I wonder what the aliens used them for.

For a laugh.

Or maybe to make little baby aliens.

No, I think it's just some kind

of a home entertainment thingamajig.

It sure feels good.

Hey!

Why do you have to be such a tough guy?

I wonder what it does to light waves?

God, you're right!

There's only one way to find out.

What are you guys doing there?

Norton, I'm going

to try my flashlight on this crystal here.

Stand back. Cover your eyes.

This thing is very, very dangerous.

But it feels good, so let's do it!

Look, will you straighten out?

Don't you understand, that thing is dangerous!

I'm having a hard time figuring out

what's going on with you guys.

But if you're through playing around,

I'll bet there's got to be lots of other goodies around there.

Damn it, Norton, this list is too long!

Now just tell me which vault has my father's papers.

Sorry, Doc, it's all numbers to me.

All right then, we start at the top.

Vault 17-C-9.

Let's move it.

Shouldn't you be waiting for Ironhorse to get you clearance?

No. I'm not waiting for anything.

And nobody's going to stop me.

Bye.

So, uh, when do I get to try this crystal, huh?

Now what's wrong?

Nothing I can't handle.

Norton, alert Ironhorse.

Tell him that General Masters is down here

with a platoon of MPs

and they all appear to be aliens.

Come on, you, you're coming with me.

Oh!

Harrison, can you hear me? Doc?!

Come on, Doc! Can you hear me?!

Ironhorse.

Colonel, you've got to hurry.

They're in trouble at the vaults.

If they get their hands on that technology,

it's going to be like the breaking of the second seal.

It will be like the apocalypse unleashed.

You don't have to be so melodramatic.

I just want to try the...

Oh, come on. I'll give it right back.

I said no.

You mad at me?

You don't have to pout about it.

They're planting charges.

Oh, boy, fireworks!

They act like they're looking for something specific.

And I think that when they find it,

they're gonna blow this place.

Now, we've got to get out of here.

I hate running. Carry me.

Now!

"Top Secret Indigo, U.S. only.

"North American storage sites

"of extraterrestrial invader remains.

For President Eisenhower's eyes only."

The Advocacy will be pleased.

In theory, this should work.

I'm really not having a good time anymore.

Can we do some more of the crystal?

Look, damn it to hell...

I'm not gonna risk my neck for you one more time.

You put us in jeopardy, and I cut you loose.

Suzanne! Dr. Blackwood!

What's going on here?

Amanda! Get down!

We're in great danger here.

Your security system has somehow been infiltrated by terrorists.

You'd better follow me.

I know exactly what to do.

I'll cover.

We'll be safe in here for now.

May I see that?

Forget it, Amanda.

He won't let anybody see it.

It's very touchy, Amanda.

It needs a steady hand.

Don't you just love it when he gets macho.

Dr. Blackwood, as Army duty officer

in charge of all Kirby Hall classified materials,

I order you to surrender that to me.

You don't order me to do anything!

I said, give it to me!

Right!

Okay, let me have it.

I'll trade... this for the crystal.

Yeah.

Let's go!

Hey, you said we'd trade!

I lied.

No admittance, sir.

Top security.

No problem.

I have a pass.

It lists every alien dumpsite with a total...

10,000 aliens in storage drums.

God! If they'd gotten away with this.

Let's get out of here.

We need a diversion.

Damn it!

Go for it!

Not on you!

On them!

Oh!

That boomerang-shaped object was a weapon!

Too close.

Way too close.

There may be some more of them still out there.

Are you aliens?

Are you?

Well, if you have to ask, nobody is.

You're probably right.

The building's secure.

There'll be a security unit here in five minutes.

Oh...

We have to get him to a doctor!

Okay, pal.

This was a really big mission for them, Colonel.

Thank God, they didn't succeed.

You really kicked some alien butt in here, didn't you?

What?

Give me a break, Blackwood, please.

No, I'm serious.

I think I'm serious.

Where are we now, Suzanne?

Somewhere between scientific observation

and... coming down.

Are you two sure you're not aliens?

That's a pretty interesting effect

that crystal has on primal behavior patterns, isn't it?

Interesting is hardly sufficient.

I saw a part of myself I hardly knew existed.

I know what you mean.

I felt like...

Like Ironhorse?

You're right...

a little.

And I was...

Maybe just a little bit looser.

Meaning I'm uptight?

Meaning... where are we now?

What the hell are you two talking about?

I hate to interrupt this cozy conversation,

but could someone please call me an ambulance?

You're an ambulance.

Sorry... crystal.

He got the list!

Colonel... stop him!

Oh... it's empty.

The list isn't here.

List? What the hell

are you talking about, list?

Dumpsites, Colonel.

Dumpsites containing the remains of 10,000 aliens.

But if it's not in the tube, where is it?

Who has it?

I don't know, Suzanne.

Maybe it's still in the vaults.

Maybe it's destroyed along with everything else.

Maybe...

God, we'd better pray that it is.