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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.

It's not the cold.

It's something else.

Hey, hey. Don't you...

don't you be telling me I've got to wait for my money.

Understand?

Oh, Dottie, that's not what happened.

You see, Bobby told Johnny that Linda told Cindy...

Sit down and eat your breakfast!

That you and I told Herbert that he was a nerd.

Okay. Give her a try.

Your mother said get off the phone.

Well, I wouldn't necessarily tell it to you...

On a small scale,

our experiment has proven successful.

Yet, its value on a larger scale continues to elude me.

Humans are decidedly social animals

and they rely heavily on their ability to communicate

with others of their species.

Suggesting?

Suggesting that by disrupting

their communications we will also disrupt their society.

The ensuing chaos will leave the humans highly vulnerable

to all forms of attack.

Then it's time for us

to step up our operations.

We must deal the humans a blow

that they will not easily forget.

Our equipment is ready

and we are standing by, Advocate.

All we need is the power source to complete our mission.

Be patient.

Even now, soldiers are moving into position

to steal the power source you require.

Understood.

We are nothing without your counsel.

To life immortal.

Out of the way!

Molly! Molly!

How many times have I got to tell you,

the silent bit doesn't work any more!

No spiel, no meal!

Do you have a bottle stashed in there?

Relax, Molly.

Old Pollito ain't gonna take nothing

isn't rightfully his.

Step aside and watch the maestro.

Excuse me, sir, madam.

I haven't had a dry place to sleep in a week.

I can't take this weather any more.

Not since 'Nam!

The cold gets right in my bones,

right on the bullet in my leg!

People don't take care of their vets anymore.

That's why I dodged the draft.

Gonna try my luck down on Main.

See you later.

Hey, Pollito!

Got ourselves a bottle.

You interested?

You don't have to ask me twice.

Dayton, old buddy.

This is good stuff.

Here, good stuff.

Come in, dear.

That's it. Come on in.

There you go.

You're gonna like it here, Molly.

You'll be clean, well-fed

and you won't have to sleep on the street.

Why don't you let me take those for you.

Uh!

All I'm going to do

is put them in your room.

Here.

Miss Stone, we do not tolerate

this kind of behavior here,

charity case or not.

Excuse me.

We're guests here.

We're not inmates.

I think if she wants to keep her things you should let her.

This is none of your concern, Sylvia.

Oh, really?

Well, fiddle-de-dee.

I'll take charge

of the new girl.

Hello.

My name's Sylvia van Buren.

Now if you have any questions

or you need anything,

why don't you just come to me.

I've been here longer than anyone.

Not bad, Coleman.

Thank you, Colonel.

Not good either.

You made as much noise springing that lock

as you would have setting off a flare.

I'll work on it, sir.

You're dismissed for the evening, Sergeant.

We'll start again at 0600 hours.

Don't forget to secure the perimeter

on your way out.

Well?

Pacing and looking over my shoulder

is not going to help me get an open phone line

to the Pentagon.

I can't save the world, if you are unable to access

the Pentagon computer when I ask for it.

I can do a lot, Harrison.

I can even do the impossible sometimes.

But nobody, and I mean nobody,

can control the phone company.

What about an end-around?

You call Hawaii, then computer to Alaska,

and then across to Toronto,

and then land lines down to DC.

I tried that!

And I tried a few other combinations as well.

But for some reason, all the long distance lines

are out at this end of the continent.

Now you're just going to have to wait

until they make the repairs.

To think that the fate of the world

is resting in the hands of the phone company!

Do you have any pull with the phone company?

Only slightly less than I have with the post office.

Suzanne, I don't think that you and I

are communicating as well as we might.

Is this your way of saying that you are not pleased

with the candidates I have chosen

for your Omega Squad?

Well, I think that you should

redraw your psychological profile

and submit new candidates.

Why, Paul?

Because you don't think a woman, any woman,

has any place in a special unit

designed to provide,

quote, tactical backup

in case of a major altercation with aliens, unquote?

Not exactly.

And the other candidates are too rebellious,

too individualistic, too casual

when it comes to taking their own initiative.

Where did I... Exactly!

Now would you please take a look at your recommendations?

Well, yeah, uh, sure.

I can if you want.

But I'm telling you right now,

it's not going to make any difference.

The psychological profile I designed is absolutely perfect

for the job you've described.

How can you say that?

I mean, who'd you model this profile on, Rambo?

Why no, Paul.

I modeled it on you.

Very funny, Suzanne.

This way.

Come on, guys. Follow me.

Hold it right there!

Didn't I tell you bums

to stay off this property?

We can take him.

No. It might raise an alarm.

Sorry, Bull.

Didn't mean no harm.

Just looking for someplace warm to sleep.

I'll make things warm if you don't stay away from here.

No! No! Can't you feel it?

They're back again.

Can't you feel their slimy three-fingered hands?

They're crawling... They're crawling

all over you!

Harry! Get them all off of me!

Don't take me to my room!

I've got to hide! I have to hide!

A little of this will chase the demons away, Sylvia.

Oh, it won't, and they're not demons! They're aliens!

Don't you listen? Don't you hear me?

Don't you see, dear?

No, I don't want it! Don't! Don't do that! Don't!

There you go, dear. Ow!

You'll feel better in a minute.

No, I won't feel better.

Not till you call Harrison.

I've got to warn him. Don't you understand?

Harry knows what to do. Harry always knows what to do!

Maybe we'll call him in a day or two after you're feeling better.

No! You've got to call him now before it's too late!

We've been bothering Dr. Blackwood far too frequently.

There's no reason to trouble him with this matter.

You don't believe me!

You still think

I'm some crazy old woman!

Why don't you believe me?!

You still think I'm some crazy old woman!

Oh, why doesn't somebody believe me?

Why doesn't somebody listen to me?!

Nobody listens to me. Nobody...

I believe you.

Stop coughing.

Enter.

Corporal Alexander Stavrakos, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Good morning, Colonel.

29 years of age, raised in foster homes,

entered the service on your 18th birthday...

And still a corporal.

Reduced in rank

three times in 11 years.

Something about the rank of sergeant

that disagrees with you, Corporal?

Too much responsibility, sir.

Says here you're quite a reader, Stavrakos.

All the Keyhoe books, Van Daniken,

Ruppelt's Report

on Unidentified Flying Objects.

Don't you believe that life on other planets is possible, sir?

Don't you believe in the swamp gas theory, Corporal?

Project Blue Book... it wasn't good enough for you?

I suppose if aliens were

to invade this planet, you'd be the first one

to pick up a weapon and start shooting.

Don't think I'd be the first, Colonel,

but I'm sure I wouldn't be the last.

Last time I checked, this planet was ours.

That'll be all, Corporal.

May I ask what this is all about?

No.

Oh, how you doing, Doc?

Refreshments, Gertrude.

How's the downloading going? Smooth as silk.

We'll have everything you wanted off the Pentagon computers

in less than an hour,

unless the phone company decides to get cute again.

Sit down, Doc.

Try some of my new brew.

Did you ever find out what happened?

Well I couldn't resist a little prying.

I mean, after all,

when you're at the mercy of the phone company...

Norton, this is Harrison.

Save your excuses for somebody who cares.

Just trying to stay in shape, Doc.

The party line...

Pardon the pun... At the phone company

blames it on saboteurs unknown.

Really?

How come it never made the news?

Well, I wondered that myself.

I mean, saboteurs usually

try to claim all the credit they can.

Disruption of public services is a great forum

so that they can, uh, save the sewer worm

or free political prisoners

in Antarctica or something.

Now you don't mean to suggest...

Ah, hold on now, Dr. Blackwood.

Did I say anything about aliens?

No. Not one single word.

Though it does seem strange.

Aren't you being the slightest bit paranoid, Mr. Drake?

Well, perhaps it's the company I keep, Dr. Blackwood.

A little too much chicory.

Really, you think so?

Mm-hmm.

Better keep an eye on things...

Just to be on the safe side.

Well with these guys,

the safe side's the side I want to be on, Doc.

I'm leaving.

Want to come?

Uh, uh...

Nobody's going to believe you

if you don't prove it to them.

All right.

Oh.

Derriman, I can't believe that you're still in the service.

Well, after 'Nam I found out that the only employer

that wanted me was the Army.

Now we've known each other for a long time.

I can tell you I'm pulling together a squad...

Special missions.

Very elite.

Well, best of luck to you, Colonel.

Personally, I've had more than my share

of being a moving target.

I'm not asking for volunteers.

I'm hand-picking qualified, able-bodied recruits.

Not bad, Derriman.

But you'll still have to lose that spare tire.

Aw hell. That's "hell, Colonel."

We've got temporary quarters set up for you in the guest house.

Yeah, but Colonel...

You'll be working with Sergeant Coleman.

You don't have any problems working with

a woman noncom, do you?

And if I said yes?

Then we'd have to work out our problems together.

You're dismissed, Sergeant.

Oh, this is amazing!

I've never been in a truck before!

Please?

Thank you.

Here. Try one of these. They're fresher.

You got the touch, Sylvia.

You really got the touch.

Come on. Let's go, you sissies!

Come on, Corpman. Get that weapon up!

Why wasn't I notified sooner?

We can't be held responsible...

I am holding you personally responsible, Doctor.

I'm supposed to be notified immediately

about any change in Miss van Buren's condition.

The fact that you waited this long to tell me that she's missing...

Look, I'm sorry... Look, we will continue this discussion

after I am sure that she is safe.

It isn't just Sylvia. There's some charity case...

A woman named Molly Stone who's missing, too.

Someone remembers seeing

two women matching their descriptions

trying to hitch a ride toward Portland. The police?

Nothing there, no. Well, maybe she's

on her way here to see you. Yeah, that would make perfect sense, Norton,

excepting she has no idea where here is.

God, the woman has been sheltered for so long

she has no idea how to deal with the real world.

Norton, do me a favor.

I want you to drop whatever it is you're doing...

Say no more, Harrison... Police reports, hospitals,

missing persons, Jane Does.

If anybody can find Sylvia, it's me.

Thanks.

What are you gonna do?

Sylvia was heading towards Portland.

If I'm going to find her,

that's a pretty good place to start.

This is where it happened.

This is where I saw that thing pounce down on Pollito

and sort of smother him while those...

those other... those other two...

stood there and watched.

Course, it was dark then,

but you... you could see the moon,

and if you kept your eyes open,

if you were real still, you could see-see everything.

I've seen my share of things,

good and bad... mostly bad...

but in all my days, I never seen nothing like this.

It happened right...

here.

This is not a good place.

As repulsed as Sylvia is by aliens,

she's also drawn to them like a magnet.

We've got to find her before she finds them.

Agreed, but aren't we being a little haphazard about it?

Yeah, we probably are. Have any better ideas?

No. Not really.

Me, neither.

So haphazard it will be.

♪ ♪

Hi, sweet thing.

Excuse me.

Hi. Hi.

We're looking for a woman. Gonna cost you extra.

I don't think you phrased that

quite right. Hey, no problem, doll.

I deal with all kinds of phrases.

The woman we're looking for, she's, uh...

she's 5'6"; she's in her mid-50s.

She's got grayish red hair.

Her name is Sylvia van Buren.

Look, I don't do information.

Would you happen to know of a street person

- named Molly Stone? - Excuse me, Miss.

Excuse me, doll. Some of us have to work for a living.

Hi there. Hi.

Let's go.

I believe you saw what you said you saw, Molly.

Doesn't matter.

It happened. I saw it.

Well, would you believe me

if I told you I can feel certain things?

Molly...

there are aliens around here.

They're beings from another world.

I know they're around here,

because I can feel them.

That's what you saw

in the alley, Molly... You saw aliens.

Oh, it's not so incredible

that you won't believe me, please.

Please tell me it's not too crazy.

You believe that's what it was?

Yes, I do.

Then that's what it was.

Snow's getting heavier.

Got to find a roof.

Bull's coming!

All right,

you bums, I know you're hiding in here.

I warned you about

using these yards

as your own personal hotel.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Do it all the time.

Mostly the guards leave us alone.

Bull's the only one you got to look out for.

Bull's the mean one.

Come on!

Hurry!

You could've used his body.

He didn't give me a chance.

I think his heart quit on him.

We'll have to gamble that nobody misses him.

The truck will be here in seven hours.

Come on.

Come on. Hurry up, hurry up.

Get in.

Get in.

Made it.

H-Have I ever... told you about Harry?

Three times.

Oh.

We'll be warm soon.

It's not the cold.

It's something else.

We seek your counsel, Advocate.

The bodies we have chosen are unwanted, anonymous,

but they are also very unhealthy.

We are in a position to await the arrival

of the truck carrying the power source.

ADVOCATE #1: I remind you that

your success is vital to this mission.

An adequate power source is an important key to our success.

Without their ability to communicate,

the humans are nothing.

And without your counsel, we are nothing.

Anybody got a clue what kind of special operations we're training for?

Nope. Must be big, though.

The colonel isn't letting up for a second.

Did a hitch with him in country.

Get used to looking at his back,

'cause he'll always be on point expecting you to keep up.

You know why?

Because the view from the rear is lousy,

and the information is always late.

That's just what I was gonna tell them, Colonel.

Tell them on the way back to quarters, Sergeant.

Double-time it! Move it!

Sorry, Harrison. I haven't been able to dig up

a lead on Sylvia or this Molly Stone person.

I did, however, intercept

a couple of alien radio transmissions.

Pass it on to the Colonel, will you, Norton?

If it turns ugly,

we're gonna break off and come back to the cottage.

Otherwise I'd like to keep on looking.

No problem, Doc.

I'll keep working on it from my end. Bye.

No luck, I take it.

Not unless you're counting bad luck.

Well, Portland's a big city.

They haven't built the city big enough

to hide from Norton Drake.

Did I hear you mention something about transmissions?

Oh. Thanks. Uh, yeah.

There are just a few short bursts, probably nothing.

Harrison said for me to give them to you.

I've got the coordinates in the margin.

I've been so busy trying to locate Sylvia

I haven't been able to pinpoint the location.

Norton, are you sure these coordinates are correct?

Well, that sounds like a loaded question. What gives?

According to this,

those transmissions originated in Portland.

And Harrison and Sylvia are in Portland.

Portland is becoming a very popular city.

I'm thinking of Sylvia out there on the streets...

All cold, wet, hungry, nobody to rely on,

nobody to take care of her.

We're doing everything we can, Harrison.

I know, I know.

That doesn't make me feel any better though.

I know giving up this search is not very heroic,

but I am running out of ideas.

What else can we do?

We haven't got any leads.

We don't even know the right questions to ask.

Hi, sweet thing. Want a cup of coffee?

We really haven't been asking the right questions.

Hello again.

Hi, sweet thing.

Oh, it's you again.

Ever find that girl you were so anxious to find?

Not yet. Do you mind answering a question for me?

Mind paying for services rendered?

Sure.

If you're down and out in this city,

where's the one place

you can pretty much count on getting a good meal?

Hmm.

Truck yard's the best place.

Sometimes the drivers give the street people handouts.

Security guards don't like it,

but the truckers don't care.

The truck yards, eh?

Oh! No! No! Don't touch me! No! Oh! Oh!

Oh, Molly. Oh, I'm sorry.

I... I must have fallen asleep.

Time to go.

Go? Outside?

It's cold out there. We'll freeze!

Truckers feed us sometimes.

You can always get warm again,

but you got to take food when there's food to take.

I... I don't want to go.

I... I'm not hungry.

Really, I'm not.

Oh, Molly...

I'll hide. But please don't make me.

I can't go outside.

There's something out there. I know there is.

Don't make me go outside, please.

Food is what's out there.

No. I can feel it. I can feel it inside me.

Maybe I'll bring you something back.

Molly, don't go! Don't leave me, please!

Molly! Molly! Oh!

Molly.

Terrible night to be outside, isn't it?

A much healthier body.

And it has additional knowledge.

A woman... Sylvia... Has spoken to this human.

Uh... most of it made no sense.

But she knows about us.

And she has a friend... Harry... Harrison Blackwood...

Who has a unique understanding of who and what we are.

No! We can't let her get away!

The truck is due any minute.

If we don't intercept the power source,

we will have failed.

And our failure means failure of the entire mission.

First, we get the power source.

Then we get the woman.

And then we get the human called Harrison Blackwood.

Look!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Sylvia!

Harrison, help me!

I'm stuck!

Sylvia! Are you all right?

Oh, thank God you're here!

This is where they got Molly.

Oh, you do believe me, Harry?

Yes, I do, Sylvia.

Oh, my Lord.

I told her all about you.

Paul's already on his way, Doc.

Now, his parting words were for you and Suzanne

to stay clear of the aliens.

Let him handle it.

There's nothing I'd like better, but I'm here, and he's not.

Norton, they know who we are.

Unless these aliens are stopped now, before they

get word out about us,

we're in a lot more trouble than I care to think about.

Well, I'll pass it on if he checks in.

You do that. We need him.

We need him now like we've never needed him before.

What are we going to do now?

I don't know.

Search and destroy is not exactly my field.

Look!

It's Molly!

Not anymore, it isn't.

Harrison!

Is that an alien?

No. At least I don't think it is.

No. I'm sure I'd feel if it were.

That poor man.

He doesn't know what he's walking into.

God! I hate when this happens.

Harrison!

Easy, pal.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Damn right you're not!

Norton told me to expect you,

but not to expect this.

Any idea what we're facing?

By my count, there are three aliens out there:

two men and a woman.

We don't know what they're after,

but I spotted them working their way

toward that dispatcher's shack there.

Omega Squad is moving into place.

Why don't you take cover.

Okay.

Get down!

Team leader, check in.

In position.

I see two approaching the dispatcher's shack.

Affirmative. Standing by.

You got a handout

for a couple of hungry men down on their luck?

Sure. Come on inside.

Get in position now!

There's no one here.

Only half right,

sucker! Hands up!

On your knees now!

The colonel's got

a hell of a lot of explaining to do.

Keep a sharp eye.

In pursuit.

Hold it right there!

Harrison, look out!