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This is Black Ice, on team

syncing at Level Five security.

Roger that, we're locked.

Your next contact is at 0430 at Melbourne Station

- then you're home. Roger that.

Going full stealth. Mean and extreme.

Mean and extreme, Captain.

I have a bogie at heading 176,

in pursuit.

...Dr. Leon?

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, what's wrong with that man?

May I ask who you are?

I'm Loren Mercer.

I'm here to meet Dr. Leon from World Health.

I'm Samuel Leon. My associate, Susana Gabriel.

The man is suffering from necrotic paralysis.

Thus far, we have been unable to treat it.

Doctor, sorry, I'm late.

You must be Mercer?

Lev Valentine, nice to finally meet you.

So you need a pilot to fly you somewhere in the Celebes?

That's right.

Some of that area is disputed territory,

I've led expeditions in the South Pacific.

I'm concerned about the landing. There's a runway from World War II.

No plane has landed there for years. It's out of the way.

So how'd the sick man get out?

By boat. Think you can make a beach landing if the strip's no good?

I do it all the time, but if you're worried...

Worried? No, not at all.

What sort of expedition is this exactly?

Medical. The native was brought in by a missionary.

He told us that Toe Boy's people are dying.

- Toe Boy? - He'll be our guide.

And along with the medical mission,

we'd also like to identify

and isolate the vector as soon as we can

to determine the threat it presents.

In English?

Find out exactly what bit him, dear.

Bit him?

Bit him.

A spider, we think.

Toe Boy's not being clear about it.

Second thoughts?

No. Get your gear to the airport, we'll take off tomorrow at 8:00.

Excellent.

Hey, are you looking for something?

I found this magnificent specimen of Nephila Edulis...

That could be poisonous. Put that down!

All spiders have venom. Arachnids eat by injecting

their prey with either a necrotic factor,

a neurotoxin, or both.

When the prey is paralyzed

they cover it with digestive enzymes

and suck a syrupy biomass into their stomachs.

That's more than I needed to know. Now, put it down.

My book on arachnids.

Oh, Henri Capri.

You can keep it.

I hate spiders.

Everyone does.

My theory is that we recognize them

as perfect predators

and fear them. She's harmless.

You really like them, don't you?

- I understand them. - I just step on them.

They want the same things we do...

food, shelter, and a mate to propagate the species.

Hi, Mercer. - Good morning, Doctor.

- I see you've met Dr. Capri. - Oh yes.

He's our entomologist.

Look what I found. - No more spiders!

That spider is not coming.

- It won't bother anybody. - Please, Capri, no.

How's your patient, Dr. Leon?

He died this morning of massive pulmonary edema.

Literally drowned in his own plasma.

- Doctor. - Thanks.

I had tissue samples forwarded to the CDC...

Good morning, everyone. Doctors, Mercer.

Hi.

I'd like you to meet my adjunct, Bear, and Pablo Reyes.

- Nice to meet you. - Where's our...

That's the one over there.

Okay, Bear, load it up.

Tell me, if you're not worried about anything,

then why are we carrying enough firepower to overthrow a small country?

Simple equation.

The more guns I have, the safer I feel.

Insects are notorious

for carrying viruses and microbes.

However, I doubt very much

that spiders are capable...

to carry or transmit a virus.

My thinking is that first of all...

Plane's in good shape.

Huh?

I said the plane is in good shape.

I learned on an old Piper.

My dad flew a crop duster out of Fresno.

So you flew in the Marines, huh?

How did you know I was Corps?

You and Bear are cut that way.

"Semper fi, me and mine,

Marines until the day we die."

Hooray!

So how come didn't pilot them in yourself?

You knew the South Pacific. I figured you'd bring us back.

That's odd, considering we've never met,

and I'm fairly new to this area.

A fighter pilot the Navy was fast-tracking

until you abruptly resigned your commission.

Now you fly charters.

I did a background check. Why'd you resign?

Let's just say I'm looking for something.

Yeah?

Aren't we all?

Look, I'm not interested in companionship,

relationship or even a hump buddy.

- Let's keep it professional. - What?

Sorry to be blunt. Just want to be clear.

Mercer, get over yourself.

Yeah. Like you weren't bird-dogging around, jarhead.

Two girls are sitting there, butt-fucking-naked...

Really?

Guys, this is our island.

I'm going to circle and try to find the landing strip.

Shit!

- What happened to the power? - I lost it.

- Restart the plane. - I can't.

Everyone strap in and hold on.

Go manual on the hydraulics.

Manual?

Okay, pump up flaps 10% and increase by 10%

every five seconds and call it out.

Buckle up, everybody, we're in for a rough ride.

Flaps at 10%. - Hang on, we're gliding in.

Flaps at 20%. - You know any prayers?

Flaps at 30%.

Flaps at 40%.

Full flaps!

Whoa, whoa... whoa!

Nice flying, Mercer.

Nice praying.

This is Alpha 6,

come in, please. I repeat, I repeat, come in, please.

This is Alpha 6. This is Alpha 6, over.

I repeat... - Okay.

Well, how's it looking, Mercer?

There's absolutely nothing wrong with the engine.

Then what caused the power failure?

No idea, but no one is going anywhere soon.

That's quite obvious.

Bear's been trying the radio system.

The satellite phone's not working.

There seems to be some sort

of natural magnetic interference.

I just thank God we're not dead.

God wasn't flying the plane, Susie, I was.

This entire expedition is in serious jeopardy

because of you, Miss Mercer. I'd appreciate it

if you'd at least show some respect to my colleague.

Okay.

As soon as we finish here we want to have a strategy meeting.

See what we can salvage from this disaster.

Okay.

Capri?

Reyes, you seen Capri?

- I haven't, sir. - Would you look for him?

Okay.

You better put on some Deet.

Mosquito-borne encephalitis is serious business out here.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

I'm mega dosing vitamin B. It keeps insects away naturally.

I don't do artificial anything, G�erita.

Dios m�o.

Dr. Capri?

�Puta Madre!

Stop!

Stop!

- Stop! What's going on?

We're okay! Coming back in.

Doc, what the hell was that thing?

Now we won't know, will we?

Come on, Doc, come on.

I am not a little child.

Sorry, Doc. Big meeting, you're invited.

- I have to collect my equipment. - Go.

- Go. - Be careful.

Come on!

Okay, here's my recommendation.

We sit tight and try to establish radio contact.

Mercer's checked the plane.

She thinks the engines are functional

and with any luck

we can probably attempt a beach take-off.

I'm afraid we haven't had much luck

with the plane or with Miss Mercer so far.

Yeah? If I don't get this plane out of here then...

No, excuse me. We are here to give medical aid to these people,

and learn what's killing them.

That's exactly what we're going to do.

After we reach Toe Boy's village

we can discuss how best to proceed.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Mr. Valentine, I believe I'm still in charge of this mission.

I'd rather take my chances in the forest.

Every piece of electrical equipment

we had went out, including the plane.

I was in the cockpit. She's the only reason that you're alive.

We break camp in the morning, first light.

Bear, take the first watch.

Reyes, you spot him in four hours.

Yes sir.

That's liquid nitrogen, Mr. Reyes.

If you accidentally drink it

it will freeze your esophagus.

Then the gas will expand inside you,

and you will blow up like a balloon and explode.

Hey, hey, hey.

Where did you get this?

Do you understand me? Where did you get this?

Here on the island?

Mercer. - What?

I want you to reconsider.

- You should stay... - Give me a brake. I'm not a baby.

Okay.

Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

This is Alpha 6. Come in, please.

- Over. I repeat, this is Alpha 6. - Any luck, Bear?

No, sir.

Mercer, I wouldn't take what Leon says too seriously.

He's under a lot of stress.

What's Susie's story anyway?

She was one of his graduate students.

Became his assistant.

Wonder what she did to earn her Masters?

Actually, Miss Mercer...

I spent three years in the Brazilian rain-forest

classifying level III viral agents.

I was five months in Kikwit, Zaire,

tracking the source of the Ebola virus.

That is where I met Samuel.

I can survive with just a knife,

shoot anything you put in my hands,

and I have a brown belt in tae kwon do.

Impressive. I just fly planes.

Apparently not well.

Anything else?

Yeah. I make a great dehydrated stew,

and I can suggest something

for those unsightly blackheads around your nose.

Quite a resume.

Okay, let's roll.

Get your gear, let's go.

Uhh..!

�Chingado!

Stay away from there.

Puta madre. �Qu� chingado es esto?

Aggh!!

Oye, Reyes, �qu� pas�?

- Este chingado brazo. - D�jame ver.

Wait! These are ticks.

If you don't remove them correctly,

their venom will remain under the skin

- and release neurotoxins. - Fuck that! Get them off now!

You should have used the insect spray, sir.

Oh my God, look at that!

Yes, extraordinarily large.

Actually, this could be a new species.

If you don't shut up, I'll kill you.

Okay? Okay, cabr�n?

Whoa! Put the gun down.

Easy, buddy. Easy. Breathe.

Put it down!

Look at me, God damn it!

Come on now, put the gun down.

That's it,

Bear's got you.

I'll get them out. Come on!

Susana, be careful.

We need to preserve a sample of those ticks.

�Vaya mierda!

- How you feeling, Doctor? - I'm fine, it's just the heat.

Okay, everybody, let's take a break here.

Take your packs off and take a rest.

Mercer?

Bear, do a reckon, five by five.

Yes, sir.

Susana, be careful with the water.

I need to wash him off.

Try to use as little as possible.

Mercer?

Mercer, are you okay? Mercer?

Er... Mercer, there's ticks out here. Be careful.

Look, I appreciate the heads up,

but I've been in the jungle before.

I can take care of myself... Shit!

Mercer!

You okay?

Yeah.

Just stuck.

Huh.

It's not funny.

No, it's not.

Let's get you out of there.

Come on, you're stuck. Aggh.

Oh God, look at this.

What?

It's all over the inside of that hole.

I think there's something in here.

Well, don't piss it off.

Aggh! Something's got my foot.

Hang on. - Get me out of here.

Get me the fuck out of here, now!

- Bear! - Get me out of here!

Get me the fuck out of here!

Shit!

Whew.

You okay?

Been better.

Stuck.

- Oh, shit. - We're stuck.

Okay. All right.

Ahem...

Okay.

Looks like spider silk.

- Your boot's still down there. - Yeah, I know.

- Just leave it. - You can't walk with one boot.

Look at this.

What could have done that?

What's going on? What the hell happened?!

Help me!

Help me, I need to sedate him!

Easy partner, easy.

Easy, easy.

What's happening with him?

Shh!

Quieto, quieto.

Susana, what happened?

We were trying to get the ticks out.

As soon as we touched them they buried deeper.

That's impossible. Ticks don't move like that.

Okay, all right, this man's in a lot of trouble.

Let's remove these ticks.

Is he going to be okay?

A field surgery would carry a high risk of sepsis.

And if we try again to remove them forcibly,

they could conceivably damage something internally.

Will they harm him if we leave them in?

The ixodides should simply disengage

once they're gorged with blood.

How are they gonna disengage?

They're under his skin, for God's sake.

I don't know.

Come on, Capri. You are the arachnologist.

Stiffen up, co�o!

I... I don't know.

I've never seen or heard of anything of the kind.

I don't know.

Doctor...

Your bedside manner basically sucks, Doctor.

Can't you see the man is upset?

Shh.

He's going to be all right.

Let's all get some Deet on.

Bear, let's get him up.

Where the hell did Capri go now?

That man's becoming a liability.

I'll get him.

Are you okay?

Sometimes I don't know all the answers.

None of us do, Henri, all the time.

They look like ticks.

Something's not quite right here.

Yeah, I know.

I've been reading about ticks in your book.

These days I never go anywhere without it.

Come on, I need to spray you.

Cover your face.

I remember the first time I soloed in an F-14 Tomcat.

I was so scared, I almost planted it nose first into the deck.

They wanted to ground me.

I'm still flying.

We need you to take a look at something.

Um-hmm.

So what's the verdict?

Do you think it's spider webbing?

It would seem so.

Ridiculous. The hole is much too large.

Agreed. A spider that large couldn't exist.

Its internal organs would crush under the force of gravity.

Maybe there's a simpler explanation.

Such as?

The Japanese occupied the islands,

dug tunnels everywhere. Maybe this is one of those tunnels

that some spiders covered in silk.

That's certainly a plausible theory.

So what grabbed my boot?

What is this, Capri?

These are normally found in caves.

I mean, it is an aganpofinus,

but it appears to be a mutation.

Mutated how?

Dr. Leon

better come this way.

Where are they?

Maybe they're headed for the coast.

It smells like death here.

What the hell do they put on those darts?

Damn.

Normally that would be spider venom.

What kind of spider?

Most likely they use the venom from a widow.

The neurotoxin can stop a bird's heart in seconds.

Its even deadly to other spiders.

Now where was I?

Absolutely amazing. Have a look, Doctor.

Ahh!

This specimen has no caeca.

I can't imagine how it digests its prey.

What is this structure?

It looks skeletal.

And that should also be impossible.

Nothing with an external skeleton has an internal one as well.

Nature would never be so blatantly redundant.

Such a peculiar mutation has never been on record.

Susana, can't you do something about that man?

Yes, Doctor.

Is the sick man bothering you, Doctor?

You bother me.

I'm tired of your attitude and insuIts.

As you can see there's no one here.

This mission is over.

Why don't you go fix your plane so we can get the hell out of here?

I'll talk to you later.

Mercer. Hey Mercer!

I'm fine. I'm going...

- to do a little... - Take it easy, will ya?

What are you looking for out there? Huh?

I know.

I know it's not a relationship or a hump buddy.

Just stay here, please. Right here.

Wait.

I'm sorry I was a bitch on the plane.

Huh?

Look...

I found this on one of the natives.

Yeah, they've all got this. It looks like parachute silk.

Yeah, well...

I think it belonged to my brother.

Your brother, what..?

It's okay. Breathe.

It's okay.

Ahh!

No, please don't shoot it.

Samuel, do something!

Shit!

We're coming in.

Shit!

Mercer, what is it?

There's something in the jungle.

What did I tell you about going in the jungle?

It's big...

Go to the camp! Everybody by the fire.

Mercer stay here!

Is everyone all right?

Yes. - Mercer?

Mercer?

My brother Joli was a Navy Pilot.

The plane he was testing, a stealth craft,

disappeared 10 months ago.

The Navy stopped looking after two months.

I didn't.

They never came to a real conclusion about what happened.

Some bullshit about...

pilot error, presumed dead.

Too good a pilot.

Too good a man.

My God!

What did this?

Apart from the extraordinary size,

this is inter-species mutation.

Like the small spider?

Yeah, but far more biologically advanced.

These creature seem to be evolving

at lightning speed towards becoming the ultimate predators.

I thought that was us.

If spiders were as big as cats

the human race would be finished.

Dr. Leon, we've got to take it back with us.

We've got to get ourselves back first.

You were hired to take us in and bring us out, with the specimens.

Do you have a problem?

I got one man dead, I got another man dying.

Your expedition's over, Doctor.

We head back at first light, with specimens,

if there's anyone left to carry them.

I'm sorry, sir, I can't possibly go.

I'm going to send Bear up into those hills tomorrow

to try to send a signal back to Guam.

The rest of us are heading to the beach.

Doctor, please.

You can't stay here alone.

We're going to wait for help

or until that plane is airworthy.

- Valentine, I'm staying. - Can't let you do that.

I'm not leaving without my brother.

- You can come back for him. - No.

You were hired as our pilot.

Do yourjob.

We'll meet you back at the plane tomorrow.

Yes sir.

Bear...

be careful, huh?

You bet your ass.

Mercer.

Mercer, I'll help you find your brother.

You're right.

He's here somewhere.

Just help me get these people out of here

and I'll come back with you.

- Okay. Where cojones is Capri?

Damn.

I swear, when I find that gilipollas entomologist...

Yeah. That's how we do it back home, baby.

Ahh!

Get behind me!

Ahh!

Don't worry about Bear, he can take care.

Let's keep moving. Let's go. Let's go.

Oh, fuck!

This is it.

Dying ecosystem.

A mutant...

a mutant, prominent,

arachnoid and reptilian features.

A predator of enormous potential,

and correctly adapted for the environment.

However, it seems to be destroying its own habitat.

Why? Huh?

Massive organic decay. That's what we're smelling.

Yeah, but from where?

From what is the more salient question.

Mercer.

What?

You better take a look at this.

My God!

Your brother?

I'm so sorry for you.

What did this?

A spider.

Fuck the sonofabitch that did this to you!

Web spiders produce

seven different types of silk,

sticky silk, web frame silk, egg sack silk,

dragline...

cocoon silk.

It's injected some kind of nerve toxin

into my spinal column. Now so I don't feel much.

Although my nose,

does twitch occasionally.

This is truly astounding.

Okay, I'm going to cut him loose.

No, stop! I beg you.

This stuff is stronger than steel, and besides

you can't cut me from the cocoon anymore.

My insides are feeding the eggs.

Whose eggs? What is this thing?

I don't know.

It's spider-like.

It's massive. If it breeds successfully...

So all the other spiders are his offspring?

Yes, but they are not viable yet.

It hasn't found the right genetic combination.

You're saying a giant spider evolved in this island

and it's trying to further adapt by evolution?

No. Nothing so large and so alien

could have evolved in our gravity.

Alien?

What? What did you say?

My God, is it here?

Out here somewhere.

Oh please.

What?

Kill me now.

No!

Susana, get my kit.

But he's pumped with spider toxins,

- he doesn't know what he's saying! - Miss Mercer, Capri is dying!

Can't you give him something?

To cure him?

No.

To help him.

He's right, Loren.

It'll take a few moments, okay?

All spiders go to heaven.

Didn't I read that in your book?

Please take my samples back with you.

I would like this species to be named after me.

Henri Capri. I'll make sure.

For God's sake, let's go!

Let's go, now!

- For God's sake, let's go! - Step back, now!

Susana, run!

Let's go!

Enough!

No! This thing's not killing any more people!

Come on!

Susana!

Wait! Wait!

Shit!

Shit!

Get me out of here! - Hey! Hey!

Get me out of here!

Shit! Help!

Ahhh!

Get me out of here!

Help me, please.

Mercer, I need some help.

I got an idea.

Okay, break it.

- There. Come on. - Okay, retreat.

Where's Leon?

Leon?

Leon?

What is this place?

Must be left over from the war.

Okay. Check all the doors and windows.

There's a storage room or something back there

but it's locked. We can't get in.

Where's Toe Boy?

I was just thinking,

I've never faced anything that I could not kill

with a loaded gun and now, I don't even have that,

I've got a 45 and a half a clip.

What about you?

About the same.

I still have four rounds.

Aww!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Aww!

Uggh!

Where is it?

I don't know.

It didn't penetrate much

but I'm not sure about the venom.

I'll be okay.

Just sit down and rest!

I'll barricade the windows and the doors.

Can you work an M-16?

You better believe it, sugar.

Good.

How are you feeling?

I'm cold. I've got a fever.

Thanks for asking.

Anything interesting?

I don't know.

Let me see.

Spiders are susceptible to drugs and toxins.

Maybe there's something in the med kit?

You think you want to get close enough

to that thing to give it a shot?

I don't know.

If you come across anything interesting let me know.

Quick Susana, get off your butt!

Now! Go!

Go!

What's it doing?

I don't know...

But we can't stay here.

What about the back room?

Shit!

Ahh!

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

You're the female equivalent of Tarzan.

Jungles, I do fine.

Small rooms and big spiders are a problem.

What? I'm not dead yet?

No, but you will if we don't get you out.

I don't hear it.

Mercer, do you think it's gone?

I doubt it.

I don't see it.

Take it easy, Susana.

Take it easy.

It's not out there.

Great, now take it easy.

For God's sake, I can't stay in here.

Yes we can, Susana.

- It's gone. Look! - For God's sake!

Susana!

Ahh!

Susana!

Fuck you!

Aggh!

Christ!

Shit!

Look, look!

What? It must be a way out

for the war. Open it!

Ahh! Are you coming?

Ahh!

Come on.

Aggh!

This way.

We're clear.

Okay. Okay.

I got to rest.

Just for a minute.

Awww!

Oh my...

Loren...

Mean and extreme, Loren.

I've been waiting for you.

What took you so long?

Joli...

Uhh!

What's wrong, Loren?

Don't you like the new mother nature?

Oh, shit.

What happened to you?

Ran into my man back at his village. He picked up your trail.

Did you get anywhere on the radio?

No such luck, interference everywhere.

He's got a fever.

Where's the rest?

Something back in the jungle...

killed my brother too.

I want it, Bear.

I want it dead.

That's why me and my man are here.

Aww!

Hey... hey.

Okay, I'm going to leave you this.

- No. - Just take it.

I'll be okay.

Don't worry. I've got her covered.

Hey, the next time you need a pilot,

don't call me.

We'll be back for you.

Hooray!

Semper fi, me and mine.

- Go, let's go. - Yep.

What in the hell?

No, That's it.

That's the cocoon.

It's in molt. Molt?

When they come out of those things they're usually soft.

God, it's breeding.

Look at all those eggs.

I'm going up.

Hey, hey, going where?

I got to take a closer look. Cover me, okay?

Shit!

Okay, it's in here.

I am going to try and get it down.

When I do,

give it all you got.

Shit.

It's not working.

Oh no, Bear! Bear, it's waking up!

Oh my God, Bear! Bear, get out!

Bear, get out of here!

Ahh!

No Bear!

Ahh!

Oh my God, Bear!

Ahh!

Bear, no!

Ahhh!

No!

Ahhh!

Shit!

Fuck!

Shit!

No fucking way!

Aggh!

Fuck!

I hate spiders.

Take it easy.

- Is it dead? - Yeah, it's dead.

Okay. Let's get the hell out of here!

Come on.