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...released this week by the Environmental Protection Agency.

Coal-burning power plants are creating more toxic levels of mercury...

than originally believed.

A spokesman for Planet Corps Industries claim this is validation...

for their decision to purchase and upgrade non-coal burning power stations...

throughout Central and South America.

Newly released figures from the National Weather Bureau...

indicate that this is the mildest winter in the history of North America.

While on the global front, every continent is reporting record highs,

with many African countries actually suffering heat-related fatalities.

A spokesman for the Red Cross stated that they are planning to send aid...

Hey, only six minutes late today.

Uh, that's a new personal best.

You're late, Addison.

Uh, car trouble again. What, it couldn't get you out of bed ?

This is classified, you know, Dave.

My clearance is just as high as yours.

Oh. Well, then you shouldn't have any trouble clearing out of my cubicle.

Bye.

Being your normal self again, Dave ?

Jack, check out channel 12. What's up ?

Check it out.

...wanted for questioning in connection...

with the destruction of a multi-million dollar NASA satellite dish in Arizona,

as well as the now-infamous U.F.O. broadcast hoax two months ago.

Again, Zane Zaminski, a one-time highly respected radio astronomer,

who allegedly suffered a mental collapse...

after his employment was terminated by J.P.L. and NASA,

has died of an apparent heart attack...

while hiding from authorities in a remote Eskimo village outside Saluete, Alaska.

Vivian Yanimoto, WNN news.

Jack, I'm really sorry. Is there anything I can do ?

Oh, I almost forgot.

The, uh, mail room asked me to give this to you.

What's this ?

- ** - What's this ?

Don't know. There's no return address.

Maybe it's a bomb. Who have you pissed off lately ?

Who hasn't she pissed off ?

Professor, let me help you.

Oh, thank you, my dear.

Your 11:00 is here.

What happened to my speech ? The one I'm giving at next week's fund-raiser.

Professor, this package came for you.

Yes, but what did you do with my speech ?

Oh. Thank you.

What are you, stupid ?

I could've killed you.

And with still no snow as we enter the second week of March,

ski operators throughout North America...

are declaring the entire season a virtual write-off.

This weekend, Environment Canada is hosting...

a major global conference in Montreal.

More than a hundred scientists are expected to attend this follow-up...

to the June 1988 conference:

The Changing Atmosphere and Implications for Global Security...

Hey, buddy. I was watching that.

I'm afraid I asked him to change it.

The news is always so depressing these days.

Tell me about it.

Speaking from personal experience ?

Sandra Wolfe.

Jack Addison.

Have we met before ?

Uh, not exactly.

Uh, we live in the same building. I've seen you in the lobby.

I can't believe I never noticed you.

Well, you're usually in too much of a hurry to notice anyone.

So ?

Um...

somebody, uh...

Somebody close to me was killed last night.

I'm sorry.

What happened ?

I don't really know.

He lived in the States in, uh...

in, uh, Arizona.

We haven't spoken in over seven years.

Well, he never called ?

Sometimes.

How about you ?

Why not ?

It's a long story.

I'm a good listener.

He, uh...

He was my brother.

Jesus.

Come on. I'll take you home.

You don't have to do that. I'm fine, all right ?

Shh, shh.

I want to.

Really.

Are you coming back to bed ?

Uh, no. I...

I have to finish reading this.

Maybe I should go. No, no, no, no.

Please. Um...

I want you to stay.

You sure ?

Yeah. Yeah. Um... I'll be in in just one second.

- Okay. - Okay.

Shit !

Jack ?

Have you left already ?

- Who is it ? - Cable repair.

So, are you all set for the big pre-conference briefing ?

Oh, uh, I have to pick up my car at the garage before it closes.

Jack, I mean, the conference is this weekend.

Need my car to get there, don't I ?

Jack ! Let him go, Burke.

I can't wait to tell Dr. Bell that he's blowing off...

the most important conference of the decade.

You transferred here like, what, about two months ago, right ?

More like six weeks. Where from ?

Juneau.

Alaska ?

Yeah. Why ? Do you kiss with your nose ?

Just the boss.

Come on.

- Cover for me, will you ? - You got it.

2170 Corman. You got it.

Jack.

I knew Zane would contact you.

Still punctually challenged, I see.

- Professor Zarcoff. - Nelson, please.

I was sorry to hear about what happened to Zane.

Thanks.

Well... come on. The others are waiting.

Nice place. Oh, yeah.

Went bankrupt a couple of years ago.

So, what have you been up to after all these years ?

Nothing much. Same old Jack.

Oh. Here. My card.

Let's try to keep in touch this time.

You really like tilting at windmills, don't you, Nelson ?

That's why I'm here.

So, where are these people ? Right over here.

This is Jack, everybody. Zane's brother.

Trevor Aguilar.

I worked with your brother at the Griffith Observatory before he moved to Arizona.

I'm, uh, Tom Shilling. Zane and I were colleagues over at NASA.

According to his letter, you're the only one who knows where this thing is. Right ?

Yeah. I know all of you were colleagues of Zane's at one time.

Oh, actually, I'm not a scientist. I'm a reporter.

Whatever.

I'm just here to get this device and give it to you guys, and then I'm gone.

You find your brother's story of an extraterrestrial invasion hard to believe ?

What I find hard to believe is that I'm standing in a meat locker...

with a bunch of strangers in the middle of the night.

Supposedly, the aliens can't stand the cold, though, right ?

Well, to be honest with you, neither can I. Shall we get on with this ?

- Jack, you'll need this. - The last member of our group has finally arrived.

He's an unshaven Generation X slacker type...

with unkempt hair, clip-on tie and a badly wrinkled trench coat.

His attitude is more cynical than the others,

displaying an almost antagonistic...

Excuse me, Miss.

- What are you doing ? - I'm a reporter, so I report.

There's no harm in keeping notes as we go along.

He's right. Could we get going ?

We've been waiting here a half hour. Yeah, that's a good idea.

I go alone.

Well, isn't he a charmer ?

Not much of a family resemblance.

Actually, they're stepbrothers. Oil and water.

I guess that's why Zane never mentioned him.

If he were part of my family tree, I'd do a little pruning too.

What's taking him so long ?

Screw this. I'm gonna go get him.

I am coming with you.

I don't think we should separate until he gets back.

The alien object is about to be revealed.

The first piece is square-shaped with a protruding center jack.

The second is pyramid-shaped...

with a hole centered in the bottom.

We are now connecting the two pieces.

Oh, my God. What is it ?

It's an alien space station.

Multichannel holography.

Virtual reality without gloves or a helmet.

The base must have its own laser and a self-generating power source.

Jack, what element do we have here on Earth...

that can create multiple beams of fully coherent light,

is this small, yet can generate this kind of power ?

- Nothing. - So I guess your brother wasn't so crazy after all.

Come on, Trevor. Everyone's cold. Get a grip.

Oh, my God. What's wrong with him ?

Maybe it's hypothermia. Let's get him out of here. Jack ! Jack, don't.

Everybody out now.

Come on ! We gotta help him !

Hey !

Come on. Get up.

Professor !

On three !

One, two,

three !

Nelson !

Jack !

Where's your car ? I took a cab.

Shit. So did I.

How did they find out about the meeting ?

If I had to guess, I would say one of you was followed.

- Why not you ? - Didn't know Zane. Never even met him.

Relax. If I was an alien, you'd be stuck up inside that vacuum gizmo right now...

with your head literally up your ass.

Bridget Riordan, investigative reporter for the New York Sentinel.

Why would Zane contact you ?

Maybe because I was the only reporter who returned his calls...

when he tried to go public.

Yeah, but you still didn't print his story.

It's not my fault he's dead, so don't try to saddle me with your guilt.

- Where are you going ? - The police.

And tell them what ? Aliens have invaded Earth ?

They'll just end up arresting you as a lunatic.

Two men just died back there, sweetheart.

Which would be pretty hard to prove without the bodies.

And what if the cop you go to turns out to be one of them ?

Zane's letter said they are everywhere.

Besides, I didn't even see Nelson get sucked into that thing, did you ?

- No, I didn't actually see it happen. - Maybe he got out the window.

I doubt it.

Well,

if we can get this thing up and running,

maybe we can blow this story wide open.

Yeah, and maybe win you a Pulitzer at the same time, right ?

No, thanks. I don't feel like getting myself killed...

just so you can get your damn exclusive.

I still say we should stick together.

It is nothing personal, but, uh,

I don't know you.

So, what are you going to do ?

I'll just have to catch the next flight to the North Pole.

Fine. Have a nice flight.

Hey.

-Be careful. -No, you be careful. This is what I do for a living.

And whatever you do, don't go home.

They're probably already there.

Oh, my God. Sandra.

Who ?

My car, please.

No.

No.

Hello. You've reached the office of Professor Nelson Zarcoff.

You can leave me a message after the beep.

Or if it's urgent, you can reach me at the Ritz Hotel in Montreal, Quebec.

Information. Yes. The Ritz-Carlton, please.

- Hello. - Professor Zarcoff.

Jack. Oh, thank God. I thought you and Bridget were both dead.

Yeah, we thought the same about you. I'm glad you're okay.

Yeah, well, I just came back here to pick up Zane's documents.

We have to find a way to fight these creatures.

Look, I just called to tell you that they just hit my place.

I'm gonna get out of town. I suggest you do the same.

Yes, I know. I'm packing as we speak.

Good. Uh, good luck. Jack, wait a minute.

You just can't run away from this.

According to Zane's letter, the aliens are producing...

"enough greenhouse gas to deplete our ozone layer...

and raise our surface temperatures 12 degrees in the next ten years."

You have any idea what that means ? I'll have to wear a higher sunblock.

Damn it, Jack ! Listen to me.

The future of our entire species, our entire planet, is at stake here.

- We have to warn people. - Nelson, no one is going to believe you.

Not without major proof.

Does Bridget still have the alien device ?

Yeah, but without its power source, it's useless.

Well, all we do is give it a new power source.

Nelson, we don't know what that thing is. That's why Zane contacted us.

It's because he hoped we'd be able to figure it out.

- And what if we can't ? - Well, it doesn't matter.

If we can get the device to work again,

it'll be proof of extraterrestrial technology.

Maybe you're not hearing me. They're trying to kill us.

We have to get out of here while we still can.

- And be hunted down the way they hunted down Zane ? - I don't know.

If Zane couldn't figure this thing out, what chance do we have ?

Jack, you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.

Please, for once in your life, face a problem head on.

Don't let me down again.

- Don't let your brother down again. - I can't fill his shoes.

I'm not asking you to.

I think I figured out a way to access that device,

but I'm going to need your help to do it.

- Jack. - I'll be there in ten minutes.

Great. I'll meet you in the lobby.

Aah ! Aah ! Aah ! Aah ! Aah !

Jack ?

Jack, are you in there ? Sandra.

I tried to call, but I couldn't get through.

That's 'cause I no longer have a phone.

Oh, my God, Jack. You got robbed ?

And then some.

Oh, no. Tell me it wasn't the cable guy.

What cable guy ?

I let him in before I left.

He had an installation form with your signature.

At least I thought it was your signature. Oh, stupid !

No, look, I'm just glad that you're not hurt. I am so sorry, Jack.

It's okay. I'm so sorry.

We are not safe here, so... let's go.

Get back.

We have to get him underground before the drug wears off.

Go after him.

...for Alexandria and Ottawa...

now boarding on Track "D."

All passengers for Alexandria and Ottawa, please proceed to Track "D" for boarding.

Hey, man !

Amtrak connection from New York now arriving on Track "G."

Amtrak connection from New York is now arriving on Track "G."

I didn't steal it. Honest ! He gave it to me, I swear !

Said I looked cold !

Jack ! Come on, Jack ! Get up !

Get in the car.

Come on. Move it. Adios, bitch !

Are you okay ?

They drugged me.

I told you not to go back to your place.

- How did you find me ? - I'm a reporter, remember ?

When Zane contacted me,

I dug up everything I could find on him, including his friends and his family.

You saved my life.

Yeah, well, I didn't want you on my conscience too.

Wait here.

Good evening, sir.

Yes, uh, Professor Zarcoff, please.

Oh. Did you know Professor Zarcoff ?

Did I know him ?

Jack !

Is that Nelson Zarcoff ? Yeah. Why ? Was he a friend of yours ?

Yeah. What happened ?

Heart attack.

Maybe it wasn't them.

Maybe it really was a heart attack.

Maybe Elvis is still alive...

and working at a Stuckey's outside of Albuquerque.

Then why didn't they kill me ?

Maybe they wanted this. They thought that you had it.

This Monday, the St. Marcoux nuclear power plant goes back on-line...

in spite of complaints from several local environmental groups.

A spokesman for Planet Corps Industries had this to say.

Nuclear power permits us to decrease our dependence on fossil fuels...

and to avoid environmental pollutants that cause acid rain and global warming.

- So, can you get it to work ? - I don't know.

...clean and environmentally safe well into the next century...

Zane got all the brains in the family.

I only got the looks.

Is that why you moved up here ? To get out of his shadow ?

Probably.

Pretty stupid, huh ?

We all do stupid things sometimes, especially when we're young.

What did you do that was so stupid ?

Me ? Nothing. I've always been brilliant.

No regrets ?

There are times when I thought about marriage and kids...

and a white picket fence.

I thought that looked like an engagement ring.

It's on the wrong hand.

Very observant. You should've been a reporter.

Didn't work out, huh ?

I, uh,

missed my wedding rehearsal, working on a late-breaking story.

He saw it as a sign of things to come.

His loss.

Okay.

- I think I have an idea. - Great. What is it ?

I still say this is a bad idea.

If they're watching your home, they're watching your office.

The thing is not going to work without a major power supply.

We'll be safe here.

Hello, sir. This is Moses in the lobby.

You wanted to know when Mr. Addison got here.

Hang on.

This is not good.

Jack, where the heck have you been ?

What the hell is going on ?

The police are tearing apart your office. That's what's going on.

They said you're already on the run.

What are they looking for ? Top secret NORAD files.

A whole bunch of them were downloaded off the mainframe.

They traced them to your terminal.

- Who did the trace ? Dave Cyrus ? - Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

He's one of them. Let's get out of here.

- I had nothing to do with this. - Addison !

Hold it right there ! Come on.

Stop them ! Stop that man !

Get back. Get back.

So much for plan "A." Do we have a plan "B" ?

We do now. I hope it's better than plan "A."

You really think this will work ? Here you go.

- Thank you. - Tom said the base part had an internal laser.

So if we shoot enough light up through the pyramid part, it should activate it.

I've covered a lot of dangerous stories, even been shot at a couple of times,

but this is the first time I have ever been this scared,

or this paranoid.

It's gonna work.

I think.

Excuse me, sir. Can I speak to you over here ?

Wha-What's wrong ? Is there some kind of problem ?

Well, your card's been rejected.

- Are you sure about that ? - I ran it twice.

Here. Take mine.

Thank you.

Thanks. I'll get it back to you somehow.

We'll work out the balance sheet later.

Right now let's just try to stay alive.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry I was such a jerk last night.

No. You were right.

This is the story of a lifetime,

and I would be lying if I didn't admit it is a motivating factor.

Is this some kind of a joke ?

Yours doesn't work either. What ?

How much cash do you have on you ?

It was all in my other purse, the one I lost.

Do you guys take personal checks ?

Thanks.

So now what do we do ?

We close out all of your accounts before it's too late.

Where's the nearest branch ? Old Montreal.

I'm sorry, sir. You no longer have an account with us.

What are you talking about ?

According to this, you closed all of your accounts yesterday.

That is wrong, and I want my money right now.

Get me the manager.

Yes, Mrs. Thompson ?

Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. I'll look after this.

Yes, sir, I'm afraid Mrs. Thompson is right.

- You no longer have an account with us. - Let me ask you a question.

Why would I close all my accounts ?

Why would I withdraw over $15,000 ?

Jack.

Check again. There's got to be some mistake.

Check again.

It's just as I said it was.

Goddamn it.

If there's an error, I suggest you take it up with your own branch.

This is bullshit. Let's go, Jack.

This is bullshit.

Let's go now, Jack. Get my money back, or I'm taking my business elsewhere.

You lost a customer. You, too, asshole.

What do we do ? They definitely moved faster than I expected them to.

But not to worry. This isn't the first time I've done this.

Yeah. Well, it's the first time for me.

Who you calling ?

My ace in the hole.

- City desk. - Hey, boss. It's me.

Bridget, what the hell is going on ? Where have you been ?

- Why ? What's up ? - The F.B.I. was here this morning.

Said that you're wanted for espionage.

- You and some... some Canadian computer programmer. - What ?

Look, Brigs. What the hell have you gotten yourself into ?

Uh, I'll tell you about it later, and, believe me, it will be worth the wait.

But right now, I need you to wire me some money.

No way. No way. No can do.

If I send you money while you're a fugitive, I open up myself and the paper...

to aiding and abetting charges.

- So what are you telling me ? I'm on my own ? - No ! No, of course not.

Turn yourself in. Turn yourself in.

We'll throw the entire weight of the legal department behind you.

Thanks, but I'm afraid I'd have a heart attack in jail.

- Okay, then we'll just... - Bridget ? Bridget ?

What did he say ?

You and me against the world.

Well, if it was that easy, everyone would have a Pulitzer, right ?

Now what are we gonna do for money ?

You said it's definitely over between you and your fiance, right ?

Do you have any idea how traumatic this is for me ?

I pawned my watch.

It is not the same, Jack. That watch didn't have any sentimental value to you.

It was my favorite watch.

That ring hadn't been off my finger in over three years.

Well, when this is all over, I'll buy you a new ring, okay ?

Oh, that is it ! I was gonna share the bed with you.

But now you can sleep your ass on the floor !

- What makes you think you get the bed ? - Woman always gets the bed.

- Says who ? - Cosmo.

Oh, yeah ? Well, I'm an Omn reader myself.

Is it done ?

There's only one way to find out.

Now, remember, these consumer lasers don't generate a lot of power.

Do you have any idea what you're doing ?

I think it, uh, draws on whatever light is available,

amplifies that thousands of times, somehow converts that to electrical signals...

which, in turn, produces these holograms and sounds.

Basically, what this thing is is a light-based computer.

It uses photons instead of electrons.

So that's good, right ? It's a computer. You're a computer expert.

Maybe.

See the swirling lines in this section ?

They're intersecting light rays that make up the hologram.

That section is coded, invisible natural light.

So, what are you saying ? The information is coded in the interference patterns ?

That's damn good.

Hopefully, I can decode it by adjusting this.

I don't see anything.

My, God. It's a... It's a map.

So, where's the V.R. space station ?

Doesn't look like we have enough power to get into it.

What's this ?

Inventory list ?

Can you scale this map ?

That's incredible.

Whoa. Over here. Look ! Look, Jack.

There's a marker in San Marsol, Mexico.

That must be the terraformer factory that Zane wrote about.

These must be the locations of all 20 of them.

You know what this is ? An agenda.

A what ? An agenda.

A map, a calendar, a notebook, an inventory list all in one... an agenda.

I have one myself or... I did before the testing lab.

Oh, shit. There's a marker in Quebec.

No, that doesn't make any sense.

Zane's notes said they were only in Third World countries...

where there's no environmental regulations.

And he also said he might have forced them to push up their timetable.

Now, can you pinpoint exactly where that terraformer is ?

This thing's getting hot.

Wait, try touching it.

The agenda ? The red marker.

Oh, what did I do ?

This thing's just a computer screen.

Your finger works just like a wand.

Oh, my God.

It's the St. Marcoux power plant.

A meltdown would certainly speed up their timetable. How much ?

The resulting nuclear cloud would irradiate most of North America.

And it goes on-line in less than two days.

This thing is getting hot. I'm gonna pull it before it blows.

Oh, my God. Can you get it back ?

This thing's fried. Damn it !

I can't do this. Not by myself, I can't.

I don't have any idea what I'm doin' with this stuff.

You know, we're talking about aliens here. Extraterrestrial technology.

You and I are not gonna be able to stop them.

The wise choice would be to get the hell out of here...

while we're still breathin'.

Hey, life isn't a spectator sport.

You know as well as I do,

if they destroy the ozone layer there won't be any safe place left to hide,

including the North Pole.

Can I have the bed ?

I'll share it with you.

Bridget.

There you are. I figured out who could help us with our little agenda.

Who ? A hundred scientists from all over the world.

The Environment Canada Convention ?

They're having a big symposium at MacKenzie King University this morning.

No. We're gonna need some I.D. to get in there.

Press corps. Don't leave home without it.

Let's go !

Uh, can I put my pants on ?

Protect our ozone !

Respect the planet !

New York Sentinel. This is my photographer.

Okay.

Okay, we want the main hall. We want the A.V. booth.

My buddy Burke is running the presentation.

Uh, excuse me. Do you know where the audiovisual booth is ?

I'll be glad to show you, sir. This way.

Thank you very much.

Get me security.

There will be an escalation...

in such natural disasters unprecedented in human history...

if the average world temperature continues to increase at the present rate.

With the polar ice caps...

- Hey, buddy. Am I late ? - Are you crazy ?

Clinically. I need a favor.

Okay, guys. Thanks. I can take it from here.

This is it.

Jack, what the hell are you doin' here ?

What if somebody recognized you ? You want me to get fired ?

I need you to run this through this. Can you do it ?

- It's not even hooked up yet. - Burke.

I-I don't know. Maybe. Why ?

What is that ?

It's a real showstopper.

You take the conference room, you take the patio....

and I'll take the main hall.

With the polar ice caps and the permafrost continuing to melt,

there'll be more flooding in the coastal cities,

more unstable foundations for roads, buildings...

and for pipelines.

Global warming will also continue to cause more droughts,

more deserts and more starvation.

We, the representatives of industry,

government and university...

have a great challenge before us.

Perhaps the greatest challenge in human history.

- How's it look? - Full house.

Perfect.

Okay. Let's heat this up.

We've got to align it to the screen.

The whole room is the screen.

I've got to shut that down before I can power this up.

Shit !

For how long ? Minute or so.

That's a long time to keep everyone waiting in the dark.

Let's do it.

We must implement...

the environmental recommendations made over the last several decades,

or the new climate will eventually cause us to perish as a species.

That is why I believe that...

Come on, guys. Hurry it up.

I'm moving just as fast as I can.

Why don't you keep an ear out at the door.

We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties.

Please be patient. I'm sure we'll have them rectified in no time.

Somebody's coming.

Come on, Burke. We're running out of time. Don't rush me, Jack.

You get ready to turn the power back on.

What the hell is going on ? Let's go.

- Just a few more seconds. - Do it.

Hello, Addison.

Don't try anything stupid.

I've got men all over the building.

Jesus Christ !

- You killed him. - No, I didn't. You did.

Somebody help ! Please help me ! He's a maniac !

He's trying to kill me ! Go !

Shh.

I'll get the car. Move.

Oh, no !

We lost them. Are you sure ?

Yeah. They're gone. Slow down before we get pulled over.

My God. He just killed him. He just pushed him through the glass like he was nothing.

I can't believe that son of a bitch is one of them.

Burke is the alien. Dave was human.

He was an asshole, but he was a human being.

We're almost out of time. That power plant goes on-line tomorrow morning.

- We got to get our hands on an industrial laser. - But how ?

Not how. Where.

What ? I can't believe I didn't think of this before.

- The polytechnical school. - What ?

L'Ecole Poly Tech. They have industrial lasers up the wazoo.

- Let's go. - But they're closed for semester break.

So it requires a little B and E.

- Breaking and entering. - Right, Bridget. That's a great idea.

- Thanks, but no thanks. - We're already wanted for espionage and murder.

Burglary isn't exactly going to taint our reputations.

You okay ? I think so.

What happened ?

Oh, shit ! Come on ! Go !

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Turn there !

Come on.

Code six, 105 North Avenue 52.

Son of a bitch !

You sure you know what you're doing ?

Shut up and keep a look out.

You were saying ?

So this is an industrial laser, huh ?

- Hmm. It's not what I expected. - What did you expect ?

- I don't know. - Big ol' ray gun.

And the light shines through this hole here ? Bridget, put that down.

Listen. Don't touch anything, okay ?

Fingers crossed ?

Here goes nothin'.

They've accessed it.

This is incredible.

Look at the detail.

Glad you like it because we can't get out of here. All the doors are locked.

That's 'cause they're not doors. They're windows.

See. It's locked.

Check it out. We're on my turf now.

Whoa.

That was cool. Spooky but cool.

- How'd you do that ? - This is, uh... This is just a 3-D computer map.

It's like realtors use. Give a client a tour of the house without taking them there.

Yeah, maybe so, but you still view it on a screen in front of a keyboard.

Well, granted, it is a little more sophisticated.

Principle is still the same.

Keep heading east. I almost have their position triangulated.

So now where the hell are we ? Back on Earth.

Or, actually, under it. Why ?

When those two aliens caught me, I heard them say they were taking me underground.

This has got to be the terraformer station under the St. Marcoux nuclear plant.

So, what are we doing here ?

Looking for weaknesses, anything that'll shut it down.

What's that ?

There's only one way to find out.

Holy shit.

This must be the armory.

Oh, my God. There are millions of them.

That's nothing. Look at this.

Holy Mother of God.

What are you doing ? I have an idea.

What's that ? I think it's an arming timer.

What ?

Go north at the next intersection.

Do you have any idea what you're doing ?

If I'm not mistaken, this agenda is their version of a P.C.,

which interfaces with their mainframe through some kind of an uplink.

Oh... Why didn't you say so in the first place ?

That makes me feel a lot better.

For all its bells and whistles, this is just a computer program.

And I haven't seen one yet that I couldn't crack.

You sure everything here on the agenda has a counterpart in the real world ?

It has to. Otherwise, it would be useless as an inventory list.

That should do it.

Come on.

So, how much time do we have before this goes off ?

Not sure. But I think it will be within the next hour.

I know I'm not the expert, but if this is the uplink to their mainframe,

couldn't they get a fix on us while we're in here ?

I didn't even think of that.

Go !

Hold on !

Hi, Jack. How's it goin' ?

Burke.

Really one of them, huh ?

- Not quite as stupid as he looks, is he ? - Not quite.

Hey. You okay ?

Yeah. Are you ?

- What happened ? - Oh, we shut you down.

Deleted the program while you were still inside. Packs quite a punch, doesn't it ?

- We still at the school ? - We're at the power plant.

- For how long ? - About an hour.

Okay. We're all on the same page.

We need to know who else you talked to, who else you showed the device to.

Persuade them.

Hey !

Sit down, or my colleague will break his neck right now.

Sit down, Bridget.

Much better.

Come on, Jack. Who showed you how to access the device ?

I figured it out myself.

You forget that I worked beside you for the last year ?

Let's face it, Jack. You're not Zane.

You don't possess the initiative or the intelligence to have figured it out on your own.

Now, I'm going to ask you one more time.

Who did you talk to about...

- What was that ? - Earthquake ?

That was no earthquake.

Aah !

Aaah !

Wotan, emergency shutdown ! Now !

Go ! Come on !

We gotta get over there ! Go down !

It's stuck !

He locked it from the other side !

What are you doing ?

- I'm gonna make a break-fire ! - What ?

Jack !

Jack !

Jack !

Guess he was wrong about you.

Guess you were wrong about yourself.

Oh, God, not again. The break-fire must have been temporary.

I underestimated you, Jack,

but... you haven't stopped us, just delayed us.

And without the device, you don't even have any proof that we exist.

No one will believe you.

Some will.

Maybe not all,

but some.

Journalist and author Bridget Riordan is still in seclusion,

even though her novel, The Alien Agenda, has topped...

both the science fiction charts and the New York Times' best-seller list...

for over two months.

In her foreword, the author claims that her novel is not a work of fiction,

but a factual account of the tragic accident...

at the St. Marcoux nuclear power plant last winter.

Representatives from Planet Corps Industries were unavailable for comment.

Look. It's beginning to snow.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

SRPSKA POSLA BRATE