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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 ever before.

In 1953, aliens started taking over the world,

today, they're taking over our bodies.

I have nothing, really, against humans,

but as a group they stink.

I say... kill them all.

Help. Please pull me up.

To life immortal...

sucker.

Why me?

Gertrude, third base.

Gertrude, home.

Oh, before you say it, Harrison,

I had nothing to do with it.

Good defense, Norton. Deny everything.

But my work is done.

Say good-bye to everybody. I'm going to New York.

It's important.

What's important is our briefing

with General Wilson for the U.N.

I'm not going to forget that.

You've been invited to meet Quinn.

Really?

The hermit artist.

Yes. Quinn himself.

Master of light.

The sculptor of celestial harmony.

The phony who sells art

that disappears when the lights are turned on.

I'll ignore that.

If Quinn approves, I intend to purchase

a piece of his, available only

by personal invitation.

In just 36 hours, Harrison, you, me, Suzanne,

have a meeting with General Wilson for the U.N.

In 48, with the U.N. Security Council

in secret session to discuss the alien problem.

Now we really need you.

Don't get lost.

I won't.

Until then, I leave you to the material world

as I dash off in the pursuit

of truth and happiness.

Good-bye.

Now, Norton...

I had nothing to do with it.

Nothing.

We seek your counsel, Advocate.

Which means you still haven't

retrieved the one called Quinn?

He's avoided capture.

As he has so many times before.

He knows this city well, my Advocate.

Then you must know it better.

Where does he work?

Unknown.

Then where does he sleep?

Also unknown.

He must be captured

and brought to us, dead or alive.

The future of our species on this planet may depend on it.

Don't come back without him.

We hear your command, Advocate.

Dr. Blackwood?

Quinn?

This way, please.

I am Quinn.

Harrison Blackwood.

I dislike being touched.

That's understandable in this age.

You must wear these, Doctor.

I have to protect the location

and absolute privacy of my studio.

Well, your secrets are safe with me.

Are they? We'll see.

My work is only possible with solitude.

We share that need, Quinn.

And perhaps other needs as well, Harrison?

Step.

Can I take this blindfold off now?

Not yet, Doctor.

Now look.

Oh, my God.

It's a masterpiece.

Is it?

Do you not find it sterile, cold and a bit lonely?

Not at all. No.

No, it's as alive as you and I.

What do you call this?

"The Universal Truth."

And the cost, Quinn?

What cost is truth?

That sounds like I'm not going

to be able to afford this.

Don't worry, I'm a reasonable man.

May I help you?

I'm Margo.

We're interested in the Quinn.

A rare offering.

You have excellent taste, gentlemen.

Where can we find Quinn?

I have no idea.

Like to talk to him.

Look, even if I knew how to find Quinn,

I'm not going to tell anyone

and possibly lose his business.

Number...

for Quinn... is two-

one-two...

Five...

Five-quadruple six.

It's an honor to be here...

Just to have the opportunity to own an original.

Now... tell me, how much is this?

You can't buy it.

I thought that's why you invited me here.

I give it to you.

Quinn.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you is enough; you couldn't afford it anyway.

Here's another small gift,

which exactly matches my own.

Put it on.

Then, then thank you.

Tell me, Harrison, do you believe

there's life in outer space?

How could I not?

That answer reminds me of the little old Irish lady

who, when asked if she believed in ghosts,

replied, "No, but they're there."

Is that where you derive

your inspiration from, Quinn...

From the stars?

It is the source of all invention...

Of imagination itself, and of life immortal!

You've made contact with aliens?

Long ago.

It seems forever.

But I can remember

every detail as clearly

as if it were happening right now.

Where did this happen?

California... Near your home town.

In 1953?

Yes, Harry.

Oh, do you mind if I call you that?

I know Sylvia does.

You know about Sylvia?

And Dr. Forrester, and all about his secret

alien study called the Ezekiel Project.

Quinn, if you have any information about aliens,

tell me.

Oh, I'll tell you, Harry.

But just about one alien.

I'll tell you all about... one

who did not fall to the bacteria in the great invasion.

One who was stranded alone,

35 long, lonely years,

on a hostile, alien planet...

called Earth.

You're an alien.

Oh, no, Harry.

You're the alien.

I am of a superior race

from a dying solar system in the constellation

humans call Taurus... Roughly here.

40 light years away...

Beyond time and beyond space.

In '53, our army came

to conquer this small planet,

and to purge its surface of all parasites.

Including humanity.

Especially humanity, Harry...

of which you

are a pathetic, miserable,

bacteria-ridden part!

But if you think

you can escape, try.

No, in fact,

I insist on it.

Just walk out the door, Harry,

or I'll kill you where you lie.

Like my gift, Harry?

This 23 Canal Street?

Yes, Officer.

Quinn up there?

Never heard of him.

It doesn't come off until I take it off.

And that will be one of two ways...

My choice... dead or alive.

I want to live, Quinn,

but I'm not afraid of death.

Death on what scale, Dr. Blackwood?

Yours? Your country?

Or total planetary annihilation?

Because that's what's coming, unless someone stops this war!

If this is a peace offering, Quinn,

you have a strange way of showing it!

Just call it the hard sell.

If you give up now, I promise you sanctuary.

Quinn! Don't be an idiot! Come on.

What's that explosion?

Why do you think they call them "trap" doors?

How could Harrison miss our meeting with General Wilson?

I have no idea.

I haven't heard from him.

He hasn't even checked in yet?

Not a word.

That's not like him.

If, uh, there was a problem, Doc would call me.

We've already

got a problem.

Tomorrow night, the top five members

of the U.N. Security Council

expect a report from this mission,

by order of the President.

How about that R.S.V.P.

number that Harrison left for Quinn?

I'll try.

Norton,

track down the address

behind Quinn's phone number.

I'll try and reach Harrison on his portable again.

And let that line ring until somebody answers.

You talk to nobody but me until you speak

to the United Nations.

Why are we running from

your own kind, Quinn?

Because I want to live.

I've got rather used to the idea in a very human way.

Half alien, half human?

Yes, and half crazy from living in this zoo you call society.

Inside this primitive host body

is the secret of alien immunity to bacteria

on this filthy planet.

You're the exception to the rule.

Exactly.

And if the Advocacy captures me,

they will take a vital organ out of me

to get the secret for themselves...

And I die.

And our world dies with you.

Quinn, why don't you just change bodies

and-and disappear into a crowd?

Because I can't, Harry.

The same genetic twist that keeps me alive

has trapped me inside this ugly shell.

They know who I am and what I look like.

I know... I told them years ago.

But no one ever came after me until the awakening.

You spoke of ending the war, Quinn.

How?

Not here.

Let's go.

And if you make any more noise, I'll give you to them.

I'm sorry, your call

cannot be completed at this time.

The mobile customer you have called

has traveled beyond our service range.

Follow me.

This better be important.

Sorry, Sergeant Fitzpatrick,

but this guy is from the White House.

What's the White House got to do with this, Colonel...?

Ironhorse, Sergeant.

Nothing at the moment,

except a friend of ours is missing.

This is his last known location.

Well, what was he doing here?

Buying art.

We'd appreciate any information you could provide for us.

Yeah, well, I got zip, Colonel.

I've got one dead Korean driver with a .38 slug in his brain

whose limo, like this loft,

is registered to a company in Panama.

A matchbook from a "Save the Dolphins" group in San Francisco.

A pile of goo that I think from the badge

is a New York cop who's been missing for a month.

And this.

A Quinn.

So, this is what he does.

Okay, your turn, Colonel.

Now, who's your friend, and what was he doing here?

That's classified, Sergeant.

May I take a look at the matchbook, please?

What do you think it means?

I haven't got a clue.

I'll keep in touch, Sergeant; thank you.

Yes, that was Harrison's matchbook,

and yes that is his writing,

but how do you get "Q" equals a delta sign

means Quinn's an alien?

Simple abbreviation.

"Q" for Quinn.

Delta base three, the alien structure.

If only Harrison would have given us a clue

as to where he was going.

What if he didn't know?

My God, Paul,

what if they took him over?

I can't believe that.

I won't believe that.

Yet, Suzanne, that is

a very real possibility.

Please be Harrison.

Ironhorse here.

Uh, Norton here, Colonel.

Seems like the East Manhattan police

found a lady dead in an art gallery on 57th

with three round holes in her head

and mucous-like slime around the wounds.

Aliens.

You win.

Now for the hard question, where's Harrison?

Likely with Quinn,

who we think is an alien himself.

My God, they got Harrison?

It looks like it.

You've got to find him.

Look, see what you can muster up

on this Quinn character.

Okay. No problem.

We'll follow up with the gallery murder.

I want you and everyone else to evacuate

the cottage immediately.

What are you saying?

I'm saying get out of there, Norton.

They've got Harrison

and if he's been taken over,

everything that he knows the aliens will know.

Please, get Debi out of there.

Okay, don't worry about Debi.

I'll call you back to your van.

Gertrude, let's get out of here.

Come on!

What's this?

My home away from home.

Absolutely

no one knows about this place.

Why don't I find that reassuring?

Sit down. We're safe here.

I said, sit down.

You bastard!

Don't get any ideas, Harry.

I'm much stronger than this body suggests.

Crushing your skull would be like

killing a cockroach.

Why do you hate humans so much, Quinn?

I have nothing really against humans.

Some of my best friends are humans.

But as a group they stink and you know it.

I say kill them all.

Is this the only way to end the war, Quinn?

Why can't we start here and now between you and me,

some interspecies dialogue which might bring peace?

Dialogue, no.

Demand, yes.

You will tell the U.N. Security Council leaders tomorrow night

that 10% of the human race will be allowed to live,

only if they follow my orders.

The rest will be poisoned.

Otherwise,

total annihilation is inevitable.

It's an offer you can't refuse.

That's not a peace offer, Quinn.

That's the slaughter of billions of people!

This is a fact.

Why? Why our planet?

We come from an ancient world, Harry.

A garden planet called Mor'Tax.

But our sun is dying.

And without light there is no life.

Earth is the closest planet by far,

to continue our eternity under a new sun,

in a new world, a world you don't deserve.

A paradise your kind treats like a toilet.

You're all vermin.

A plague this planet can well do without.

We belong here, Quinn.

You don't!

We are the future, Harry.

In less than five years three million colonists

will arrive here from Mor'Tax.

And an army of thousands out there right now

works to slaughter all of you.

But I offer mankind a compromise.

What happens to the ones that you spare, Quinn?

I will have them put on reservations, far from my kind.

The world will be a better place for it.

And we will live life immortal.

Even if I was to convey

this grisly offer to the U.N.,

how do I know that your kind

would accept this idea,

especially coming from a renegade like you?

Because I am

"One Who Knows,"

a supreme commander of the army.

I sacrificed everything.

I left my mate, my children, my home,

to come here to make a refuge for my dying race.

But our ruling class

thought only of its own glory,

ignoring the warnings of our scientists.

Yes, I know that problem well.

The army will accept me

to quickly win this war.

Earth is a new world with new rules.

We are thousands ruled by only three, the Advocacy.

But now, Harry, I will rule alone.

And me?

You...

you will make the final selection.

Who amongst you lives

and who dies.

With all this cash and jewelry left behind,

it sure wasn't thieves.

They're not thieves, Sergeant.

We belong to a task force on terrorism.

Our enemy uses unique methods.

They're ruthless, determined and deadly.

Any idea what these un-named

terrorists are after?

Come on, what exactly does your missing

team member mean to them?

Colonel, what about tonight's special meeting?

We have to assume that the enemy is aware of that now.

Sergeant, I'll have photos of Dr. Blackwood

faxed to your office within the hour.

And I'm going to need every available man

you can muster up by 1900 hours.

1900 hours? For what?

A stakeout of the United Nations.

This won't hurt you.

We leave for the U.N. in 15 minutes.

Indulge me, Quinn.

Answer me just one question.

Hmm?

Do you realize that you're unique?

What's your point Harry?

My point is that you've lived here for so long

that you're more human than you are alien.

Don't try my patience.

I've very little left.

That's what I mean.

The truth is that you've lived here

for 35 years in torment and suffering

in a terrible kind of loneliness.

Now you're revolting against your condition.

Despite the pain, you want to live, Quinn.

That's a human feeling.

What I've done I've done to survive,

no matter what you read into it.

From what I know of your people, they are short on humor

and they are long on murder.

Do you think that millions of alien society are going to,

going to accept that that body,

that mind, and its human feelings,

let alone allow a half-breed like you to lead them?

No, Quinn, your kind is intolerant in its superiority.

Your kind murders anything different from its own.

Yours is the killer race, Harry, not mine.

But we have learned the value of tolerance, Quinn,

and your species hasn't.

Tolerance is, and always will be, the saving grace

of humanity.

Tolerance, Harry?

What good is tolerance to me?

Because if you want to live, Quinn, humans will tolerate you.

They might even celebrate your half-alien identity.

But your kind, your kind will squash you.

They will kill you out of fear.

I will rule this planet.

And anybody who stands in the way will die.

That's been tried before, Quinn.

Maybe not by one man operating all by himself...

Oh, but I'm more than one, Harry.

I have you.

And if you're good, really good tonight, Harry,

the United Nations will end this war.

And put you on a throne?

You'd better pray that they do.

Because if this fails, you'll be extinct,

along with all the rest of your God-forsaken species.

If anyone spots Dr. Blackwood,

I want you to contact me immediately.

Yes, sir.

But what if our target

is about to evade capture, Colonel?

Sanchez, Dr. Blackwood is not a target,

till I say he's a target.

So I damned well

better be the one who does any shooting.

Just a manner of speaking, sir.

Well, if that manner becomes trigger-happy,

you better hope the enemy gets you before I do.

Do you understand, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Harrison may be the biggest weirdo, pain in the butt,

I've ever known, but he's a friend of mine.

He's a friend of mine, too, Suzanne.

We're almost there.

Why do you use New York's tunnels, Quinn?

Believe it or not, the light above hurts my eyes.

How ironic.

That's what you came here for.

Stay close, Harry.

Don't slip, Quinn,

or this damn alien handcuff of yours will kill us both.

We're early, but tonight we won't be disturbed.

What did you do with the door? My laser lock.

It'll hold for 30 minutes.

A simple principle of physics,

but nothing can break that door down now.

Has it got a force field?

It's all the same thing, Harry,

if you understand the universe.

Light and energy, Quinn. I understand the principles.

It's the mechanics I'm after.

Now how do you know the session

was set for this room?

Human secrets are pathetically protected

by those who make them, Harry.

A few bucks here, a phone tap there,

and anything you want to know is yours.

Maybe you'd better tell them that, Quinn.

You must concede to the will of the Advocacy, Quinn.

You're surrounded.

There's no way out.

Fitzpatrick.

Sergeant, what's your location?

I'm going in. Stay here.

Hear the command, Quinn.

You're nothing without counsel.

You won't take me alive.

Maybe they don't plan to.

I will give you this human

who knows too much about our people.

Do you really think they'll let you live, Quinn?

He leads those who would resist us.

Then you will be rewarded.

Your death will be that of a hero.

No! I must live!

I know this planet and its life forms.

I will rule

in place of the three!

No. We live to serve the three.

What are you doing?

Call it survival.

Impossible... I have no more tricks

to stop them and they won't leave here without me.

Quinn, you underestimate human ingenuity.

Oh, you're mad... the laser lock

will disengage in ten seconds... We're finished.

Oh, yeah?

Let them in.

Why not?

Let's go.

We're trapped.

We can't be.

We are.

The fools.

They have no idea what valuable

knowledge will be lost with me.

They're only interested in your body, Quinn.

Then I'll give it to them.

I can see why you've lasted so long, Quinn.

You're a real survivor.

When you live in the jungle

you learn many things about survival.

Now it's back into the jungle for me.

And me?

You gave me my life, Harry.

I give you yours.

Twist the crystal on your bracelet.

You're free.

Quinn?

Quinn!

We'll meet again, Harry.

Don't turn around.

Keep your hands

where I can see them.

Is that you, Harrison?

Yes, Colonel, it's me.

The one and only.

And I'd appreciate it if you didn't

put any new holes in me to prove it.

Believe it or not, it's important to me, too.

You've been under Quinn's influence for a long time.

How do I know you're not one of them?

Well, I could tell you a joke,

but if you didn't get it, and you might not, Colonel,

you might just shoot me out of spite.

Very funny.

Paul. Yes?

It's really me.

I guess it is.

35 years ago, a great invasion force of aliens

nearly obliterated mankind

in an all-out attack from the stars.

They came here in these spaceships

and they fell from the sky dead, so we all thought.

Earth was saved from interstellar conquest

by the presence of common bacteria found on this planet,

but they were not dead,

as my adoptive father, Dr. Forester,

tried to warn everyone.

They were only asleep.

Dr. McCullough.

They are capable of inhabiting human bodies,

a perfect cover which allows them

to roam our cities undetected, unnoticed.

We are at war gentlemen.

And we had better win.

There won't be any second chance.