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Computer: Condition three, anomaly alert status.
Gen lab four. Level nine.
Sector Amber 11, please investigate.
Sector Amber 11, please investigate.
Camera A7 double LL,
sector Amber 11, remote zoom-in.
Condition three, anomaly alert status.
- (electronic beeping) - Sector Amber 11.
(loud buzzing)
Access denied. Access denied.
Warning: This area is under condition three
anomaly alert status.
Please use caution.
(door struggling to open)
Biosensors indicate viral and bacterial levels
within acceptable norm.
Access denied. Access denied.
Pneumatic pressure seal engaged.
Damn.
Access denied.
Warning: This area is now at condition three
anomaly alert status.
Please use caution.
(alarm blaring within)
Oh my God.
Condition three alert status.
Bio-filters engaged.
No contamination detected.
Please use caution.
Halon compression system at standby.
(feet pattering)
(cans clanging)
(screaming)
All infectious biological levels nominal.
Please use caution.
M5 and GH4 indicators
at standard OPC.
(screaming)
Brian!
TV: Something grabbed him. It was horrible.
Brian!
What did you see, Butch?
I don't know. But one thing's for sure,
it wasn't human.
I found this next to VanDoren's helmet.
My God! It's huge!
For God's sakes, don't touch it!
It's growing!
- Is that your hair? Sorry. - Yeah...
Give me a pair of rubber gloves.
I want to check this out.
Ow!
You're not going to stick your hand in there!
What's that green stuff oozing from the tip?
Whoa! Get it on, sis!
What the hell was that?
Where the hell have you been?
It's 11:00.
Chill out, sis. I was out with Billy.
I was in good hands.
Oh my God, we're not going to make it.
Looks like you were in pretty good hands yourself tonight.
Hi, Brian.
Fire, fire!
Oh, that's real romantic.
Daddy's going to kill you if he finds out
you were out this late with that delinquent.
Billy is not a delinquent.
He's got problems at home.
He's got problems all right.
You're just jealous, that's all.
Thank you, Kim.
Oh, I'm sorry, handsome.
You get to bed right now, missy, it's a school night.
And you stay there, you hear me?
Lighten up. What are you, my mother?
I'm sorry, Sherry.
I didn't mean...
Just go to bed.
- Good night, Brian. - Good night, Kim.
She didn't mean it, Sherry.
She's just a kid.
I don't know what's happened to us, Brian.
Kim and I used to be so close.
Relax.
- Come on, Sherry. - Not now, Brian.
Ooh, brrr!
Computer: Warning: You are entering a condition three
anomaly status area.
Please use caution.
Michael?
All biological systems functioning
within acceptable zeta parameters.
Elliot?
Damn!
Emergency override code L374 engaged.
(clattering)
Atmospheric sensors indicate trace levels
of ammonia, methane, hydrochloric acid,
all less than one part per million.
- (squishes) - (gasps)
Warning: This area is now at condition three
anomaly alert status. Please use caution.
Well, where is he?
I don't know.
He must have escaped.
Mitchell!
I want you and Jarrett here immediately.
We've got a problem.
DJ: Hey it's 7:42 Thursday morning, the sun is shining,
coffee's brewing,
- do you know where your parents are? - Hurry up, Kim. We're both late.
First period's English. I'm always late.
Mr. Gunther doesn't mind.
Well, I mind. You're never going to get anywhere in life
unless you start taking some responsibility for yourself.
Do something productive.
Hey, I'm doing all right, so far.
God, I'll never make it.
If you want a ride you better get ready right now.
All right, mellow out.
DJ: You wanna keep it down out there? I'm trying to sleep.
But seriously folks, we got a real racket
comin' at you now from the boys down at Mute Jam Records...
Seymour and the New Mutants singing "Baby, You've Changed."
- Where's Dad? - Lay it on me!
What do you mean, where's Dad? Isn't he in bed?
Nope.
His car's not there.
You sure he's not in his room?
I may not be a college girl like you, but I'm not an idiot.
He's not in bed.
I wonder where he could be.
We've got to do something.
Call someone in.
Nancy, you're not thinking logically.
We're fully prepared to handle this situation within Talos.
But this situation is out of control.
He's killed two people already and now he's disappeared.
He couldn't have gotten out of the complex.
He has to be somewhere in the building.
I've got two men searching for him right now.
I don't want him killed.
Elliot and I have devised a way to get him back to normal.
I won't stand for it. Do you hear me?
Sit down, Doctor.
What would you have me do?
Call in the police?
Or better yet, the National Guard?
I'm not sure they would share
the compassion and understanding
you feel for Dr. Foster.
They don't share the same romantic past as you and he.
You saw what that creature is capable of.
That creature is still Michael Foster.
- I'm doing what I can. - It's not enough, damn it!
What about Elliot? What about John Griffen?
What are you going to do about them?
That has already been taken care of.
You're a cold bastard.
(intercom buzzing)
Yes? Send them in.
I'll ignore that last remark, Doctor.
Now you know as well as I that
this entire project has been highly illegal from the start.
And you have been a willing part of it.
I feel terrible about what has happened.
But we must keep this within the family
or everything we've done and learned will be for nothing.
Michael Foster will be worse off than he is now.
Please, trust me.
(knocking)
Come.
Mitchell, Jarrett, this is Dr. Kane.
Nancy, I think you'd better explain to these gentlemen
exactly what's going on.
Um, Doctor, I don't think we should explain...
It's all right, Doctor. They've a level six clearance.
They answer only to myself. Proceed.
As I'm sure you're aware,
a number of research and development programs here
at Talos are subsidized by the government.
Some, how shall I say it...
do not exactly fall within the safety guidelines and regulations
outlined and normally enforced by the government,
particularly in the field of nuclear research and genetics.
A few months ago,
Talos was assigned a research grant
by the Defense Department... a very strange request.
We were given tissue samples,
alien tissue samples.
- Alien? - Yes, alien.
From another planet, apparently.
We were skeptical ourselves.
They were vague, almost tight-lipped about the sample's origin.
Which led us to suspect it was, in fact,
some genetically-altered biological substance from Earth.
If that was the case,
why would they tell you it came from another planet?
We thought perhaps they developed this material for biological warfare
and were using Talos to test what would be their alibi.
This type of biological engineering
is expressly forbidden under the UN germ warfare pact.
If they could fool Talos into believing
that the origin of this material was, in fact, from outer space,
they could fool anyone and avoid...
Avoid indictment for violation of the pact.
Exactly.
Unfortunately, they were not lying.
Dr. Michael Foster,
head of the entire genetic research sector,
was put in charge...
myself, as Dr. Foster's assistant,
and Dr. Viallini being the only three people
with any knowledge of the research.
Our problem started on May 4th,
approximately 6:45 p.m.
Michael was working with some cell cultures from the alien tissue.
(harpsichord music playing on headphones)
Computer: Containment seal secure, all functions normal.
- Guess who? - Ahh!
Don't do that to me.
Don't tell me the doctor's actually getting
- paranoid about his little monsters. - (music shuts off)
You're a little monster. Come here.
Please, dear, not in front of the mutants.
Computer: Cryo-interlock engaged.
Are we still on for dinner tonight?
I don't know what time I'm going to be getting out of here.
Hello, Checkers.
Hello, baby.
Hello.
- (screams) - (growling)
Well, Checkers is certainly energetic today.
Mm-hmm.
Computer: Intermediate microbe distention filter...
- at 98%. - How far have you gotten?
Well, I'm introducing some of the alien cell cultures into Spot's ovaries.
The problem is, I can't find any plasmas in the alien cells.
There do not appear to be any structures
that contain identifiable genetic material.
How can the cells replicate if there's no genetic code?
As far as I can tell, the cells don't reproduce
by fission as normal cells do.
They seem to accumulate polyp-like growths
which just mass together to form tissue.
I don't think even using the term "cell" is applicable.
I tell you, Nancy, I'm stumped.
Well, you better get un-stumped.
Viallini wants a report by the end of the week.
- Well, you can tell Viallini... - Hey...
You can tell him whatever you want.
I've got to go.
(screaming)
Michael!
- Oh God! - Michael!
Computer: Emergency alert.
Emergency alert.
Biological contamination.
Quarantine restriction code seven.
- Oh, shit! - Michael!
- Are you all right? - Oh my God!
The cells!
Michael, what do we do?
Michael, what do we do?
Nancy, come here.
Hurry!
- Pour this on my hand! - Michael, that's sulfuric acid!
Damn it, don't argue with me! Just do it!
Do you think that did it?
I don't know.
Oh my God.
Michael!
Oh, shit!
Michael! Michael!
Elliot!
Elliot!
Please answer.
- Computer: Emergency alert. - Please!
Emergency alert. Biological contamination.
Quarantine restriction code seven.
Elliot. Dr. Elliot Stein?
Yes, Elliot...
Dr. Stein is staff physician...
Dr. Elliot Stein: Age 33;
single; father dead;
mother still alive, living in Chaplin, Nebraska;
graduate, Harvard Medical, class of '77.
Stein is staff physician, assistant to Dr. Marcus,
head of pharmaceutical and chemical research.
Yes, that Dr. Stein.
May I continue?
Thank God Elliot was still there.
You know, I usually don't make house calls.
He was working on one of the mutants and it bit him.
Michael, can you hear me?
Michael! Michael!
Elliot, he was working with some really strange cell cultures.
They got into his...
Holy Jesus.
What the hell was he working with?
Elliot, they were cell samples from another planet.
What?!
The cells come from a creature from another planet.
Nancy, have you been drinking?
Elliot, don't argue with me. I know it sounds crazy,
but it's true. The cells come from a...
I don't have time to stand here and explain this to you.
Just help him!
From another planet?
Elliot!
All right, all right.
Jesus Christ, cells from outer space.
I outta change my name to Dr. McCoy.
Have you noticed any pods?
Elliot!
I'm sorry, it's just...
- I don't know where to start. - (growling)
Elliot!
Elliot!
Nancy, come here. Help me.
Hold that in.
You gotta hold him steady. I'll give him a sedative.
(growling stops)
Help me get him up. We've got to get him to a hospital.
That will not do, Dr. Stein.
Dr. Viallini, we've got to get Michael to a hospital.
That won't be necessary, Doctor.
We have the facilities here to deal with this situation.
I don't mean to disagree, Doctor,
but this man has got to be...
Dr. Kane will explain to you why it is imperative
that we deal with this problem
within the confines of this establishment.
Nancy.
Naturally, I explained the...
situation to Dr. Stein
and he apparently agreed that we should keep it...
in the family.
I'm sure whatever Dr. Viallini is using to black...
was using to blackmail Elliot is in that little folder of yours.
That will be enough, Doctor.
It is not enough, damn it.
You've had it in for Michael ever since the ICV incident.
- Dr. Kane... - You've been waiting...
for an opportunity like this to get rid of Michael
so that he couldn't... he's been looking for an excuse...
a few months back, Michael Foster developed a retro-clonal virus...
a virus with the ability to seek out
specific chromosomes within certain organ cells.
This virus could have been used to hunt down
and destroy malignantly mutated genes.
Ultimately, it might one day have rid
mankind of most inheritable diseases.
Dr. Viallini had other plans.
Son of a bitch!
You had no right to call the Defense Department in on this one.
This is my project. It's my work, my responsibility.
You are an employee of the Talos Corporation.
Any materials you develop,
any research you undertake is funded
by this corporation.
Hence, it is owned solely by this corporation.
It is the board of trustees who determine
when, where and to whom we offer the results of our research.
Not some pig-headed Ph.D. With delusions of...
- You incredible bastard! - Michael.
We are not discussing some secret recipe here.
We are talking about a search-and-destroy virus
that could be perverted and manipulated
to wipe out selected populations of the human race!
- I will not be responsible! - You're not that naive, Doctor,
nor that innocent.
You've taken a willing part in many projects
whose objectives were less than altruistic.
This is no different.
I'm not going to let you get away with this.
I'll destroy all the data, all the samples.
Do not make irrational threats you'll be sorry for.
This is no threat.
I'll blow the whistle on you
and your little mutant freak show downstairs.
I'm sure the National Genetic Council would have a field day in this place.
Subpoenas will be flying around here like a ticker-tape parade.
You are just as much responsible.
You'll be cutting your own throat.
I may go down, Doctor,
but I swear to Christ, I'll drag you with me.
You wouldn't.
You want to play hardball?
You just try me.
Michael. Michael!
He's a very stupid man.
I suggest you speak with him,
set him straight,
before I'm forced to take more drastic measures.
You're wasting valuable time, Doctor.
Mr. Jarrett and Mr. Mitchell
are not interested in your accusations
or your fantasies.
They work for me.
If any harm comes to Michael Foster,
I will see to it personally
that the NGC strings you up by the balls.
Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Jarrett are waiting.
Please continue.
Within hours, Michael's entire body had been infected.
(groaning)
Elliot set up the lab facilities for treating Michael,
but the mutations were too rapid,
and research led only to dead ends.
As the days passed,
Michael changed even more,
as if his entire cellular structure was being rearranged...
redefined by the alien tissue.
Nancy, come here. I'll need your help.
Hold that open while I get a sample.
(screeches)
What the hell was that?
(screeching)
Elliot!
Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
Stand back.
Come here, you little son of a...
(screeching)
What in God's name is that... thing?
I don't know, but I'm not taking its temperature.
Look at this thing.
Jesus Christ!
Freakin' thing's pissing on me.
Elliot's theory was not quite accurate.
These small masses of flesh contained a caustic venom,
ejected through a hollow quill in its mouth, I suppose.
But like a bumblebee, once the stinger has spent its venom,
the mass dies and virtually decomposes within minutes.
It is not a pleasant sight.
(intercom buzzes)
Yes?
Who?
I see.
Give me a moment and then send her in.
Wait outside for a moment.
It appears that Officer Griffen's daughter is here asking questions.
She hasn't seen her father all day and she's...
Ah, Miss Griffen.
Come in.
I'd like you to meet Dr. Nancy Kane.
- Doctor, this is Stephanie. - Sherry.
Hello, how do you do?
Your father has talked about you quite often, Sherry.
I understand you are a very smart young lady.
You're studying computers, is it?
Micro-circuit design and engineering.
Very impressive. Very impressive, indeed.
When you graduate I hope you come see me.
I'm sure we can find a spot here at Talos
for somebody with your talents.
Thank you, sir.
I'd like to ask you about my father.
Ah, yes? A fine man!
One of our most trusted and loyal employees.
Dr. Viallini...
my father's been gone since last night.
I haven't seen or heard from him since.
I'm very worried. It's not like him.
I see.
Well, according to our log...
your father didn't work here last night.
Wait. You mean he wasn't here?
No, it says here he called in sick.
Yes.
That's confirmed.
Another security guard is listed on his shift.
This is very strange.
It's not like him to leave Kim and me without calling.
I wouldn't worry.
I'm sure there's some explanation.
I'll keep my ears open.
And if he doesn't show up soon,
I'll personally see to it
that my people find out where he is.
Thank you so much for stopping by.
Feel free to stop by anytime
you have a problem we can help you with.
We may have trouble with her.
The question is, where could it be hiding?
Where would it be hiding?
I would appreciate it if you would stop saying "it."
That is still Michael Foster,
no matter what he's turned into.
I'm sorry, Doctor, I forgot how close you two were.
Well, when I saw him last
he looked pretty slimy.
He'd begun to resemble some sort of garden bug
or slug, or leach.
(groaning)
(groaning continues)
Dr. Stein!
Thank you, very much, Doctors.
Now would either one of you care to retrieve my probe,
or shall I just take a reimbursement out of petty cash?
Elliot!
This is no time for levity.
(screaming)
Ta-da!
For my next trick...
By this time, even his internal physiology had transformed.
His blood became highly caustic,
his heart enlarged by nearly twice its original size,
and he was becoming less and less responsive
to the medications.
Finally, after four weeks of dead ends,
Elliot made a major breakthrough.
Computer: Nucleic IVM: One part per billion.
Cellular engraination reaching MD T threshold.
(groaning)
Temperature: 58° Celsius.
Michael.
(screaming)
Elliot!
Elliot!
Michael!
Computer: Microbiotic enzyme distention at 47%.
I think we've got it.
RNA factor: 0.936 IMP.
Take a look.
A few minutes ago that sample
was completely infected by the alien cells.
But this shows no sign of infection.
- Thank you very much. - Elliot, you're wonderful!
Yes, I know.
How did you do it?
Elementary, my dear.
I'd been noticing strange molecular behavior
whenever I exposed samples through the electron microscope.
The reaction to negative pulse phasing
caused rampant destabilization of the molecular bonding,
but only at specific wavelengths.
As it turns out, cellular and biological activity
is halted for a period of time when electricity is introduced.
I can't be that simple.
You've received total remission.
When his heart stopped, we gave him
electro-shock resuscitation... it did nothing.
You're talking about normal AC current.
You got two problems there.
One, there's no way to control or focus it
at specific enough wavelengths.
Secondly, the amount of energy required
to stop and reverse Michael's metamorphosis would fry him.
Well?
Well, what?
Well, how did you manage it?
- Wow! - Elliot!
I, uh...
I borrowed this little machine
from the boys down in particle acceleration.
- An atom smasher? - That's right.
But it's not atom smashing I'm interested in.
You see, the particles are accelerated through a series of electromagnets.
As they travel and build up speed around its curved course,
electrons fly off, sort of like
tires screeching when you take a turn very fast.
But these electrons can be focused and manipulated to any wavelength.
So, I can control the output.
And this way we can reverse the process
and still keep Michael alive.
That's what I'm hoping for, yeah.
Well what are we waiting for? Come on, let's give it a try.
Nancy, hold on. Calm down.
I still need to do a few more tests.
Besides, this machine isn't nearly powerful enough to do the job.
We can use Agnes.
My thinking exactly.
A cyclotron the size of Agnes will put out 10 times the power we need.
We'll have to construct a terminal
in a room nearby the accelerator tunnel.
Let's schedule the first test next week sometime.
If we can keep Michael alive until then...
I'll talk to Viallini right away. Tell me exactly what's required,
and I'll have him take care of it.
The particles are accelerated...
Within a week the terminal was constructed.
We called it the atomic shotgun.
Let me see that.
Agnes, this cyclotron, it's never been tested?
Construction has only just been completed.
We expect a full-power test firing tonight in...
less than six hours, as a matter of fact.
And the engineers, they have no knowledge
of this shotgun's purpose?
Only the four of us in this room.
Go on, Doctor.
Michael's transformation continued
while we conducted more tests preparing for tonight...
unfortunately.
Computer: Bio-scan of frequency shutdown.
All systems at standby.
Warning: Patient's heart rate rising.
Blood pressure 230 over 110 and increasing.
Blood pressure 252 over 140 and increasing.
Blood pressure 286 over 190 and increasing.
Blood pressure 303 over 215 and increasing.
Nancy, I think he wants to talk to you.
What?
Warning: Heart rate critical.
Blood pressure 310 over 250 and increasing.
Blood pressure 383 over 290 and increasing.
Elliot, do something!
Oh my God.
- (screeching) - (mutants growling)
You better get Viallini. We can't wait until tomorrow.
We gotta fire up Agnes now.
Nancy, go now! Find Viallini.
And get right back here... I'm gonna need help getting Michael downstairs.
(flatlines)
(screaming)
Doctor, it's Michael.
(buzzing)
Computer: Warning: This area is now at condition three
anomaly alert status.
(screaming)
Please use caution.
Red alert. Red alert.
Emergency override condition three.
Red alert.
Halon compression system at standby.
Red alert. Red alert.
And this was last night?
Last night, early this morning.
So, you really have no idea what this thing looks like.
My God, it doesn't matter what he looks like.
Believe me,
there will be no doubt in your mind when you see him.
Sherry, you're acting ridiculous.
You are really paranoid.
He was lying to me. He told me my father never even
showed up for work last night, that he called in sick.
All right, all right, so maybe your father did call in sick.
Maybe he had other plans,
personal plans that Viallini wouldn't let him off work for.
He would have told me.
He would never leave Kim and me this long without calling.
Maybe he did call. You've been gone all day.
You're leaving the room.
I didn't even think about the answering machine.
I just got it a few days ago.
Answering machine: Hi, handsome.
I just wanted to make sure you're still going to stop by.
I've got the martinis chilling.
I'll be waiting. Ciao.
See, what did I tell you? Your father probably got lucky...
Shh!
Hi, honey. I guess you're still at the movies.
I stopped off at Susan's for a drink before work.
I left my ID pass at home.
I was going to ask you to bring it.
Don't worry about it. I'll use Jerry's pass tonight.
I'm running late. Gotta get to work.
Make sure Kim gets to bed early.
See you tomorrow.
I love you.
They've got him.
They're holding him there.
What are you talking about?
He's been telling me about all the weird things going on at that place.
Now they've got him.
Don't you think you're being a little ridiculous?
He said he wanted to quit,
that they were making him nervous with all the dangerous experiments
they've been doing on animals and stuff.
They're probably experimenting on him.
Sherry, Sherry, this is absurd. Calm down.
Do you hear what you're saying?
They don't do experiments on people.
- I'm going out there. - Out where?
Sherry!
Sherry, will you slow down a minute? You're not thinking straight.
Hey, dude.
Where are you all off to?
Have you heard from Daddy yet?
They've got him. I'm sure of it.
God knows what they're doing to him.
Sherry, stop it. You're going to scare Kim.
What's going on, Sherry? Where's Dad?
We're gonna go find him. He may be in trouble.
We don't know that, Sherry.
Kim, I want you to stay here. He might call.
Screw that! I'm going with you.
You're not going anywhere.
Someone's got to stay here in case he calls.
Besides, you'd never get in there.
You wanna bet?
Don't argue with me, Kim. Just stay here.
- Screw you, Sherry. - Sherry...
- Here, put this on. - For what?
Do you think we're going to get in because of these white coats?
No... because of this.
This is a security card. Level five clearance.
This'll open any door in the place.
Sher... Sherry!
We cannot afford to make any mistakes...
any leaks outside of Talos.
When you find this thing,
I want you to destroy it.
I want there to be no trace of its existence.
What about the woman, Dr. Kane?
If she cannot be persuaded to cooperate,
to remain silent,
you shall have to arrange an accident.
Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
(tires screech)
I can't believe we're doing this.
Look, if you don't want to go in, just tell me.
I mean if our relationship means that little to you.
All right, all right, all right, let's go.
Brian, this is my father.
I know.
Let's do it.
What a bitch!
Will you calm down?
You're making me nervous.
My God, he's enormous!
This is it. We're dead.
Will you act normal? This isn't the mafia.
- (door buzzes) - Access allowed.
Where are you going?
Come on, just act natural. There'll be no problem.
- Late night tonight. - Hi.
Hold it right there.
You forgot to sign in.
Sorry, million things on my mind.
Yeah, you know how it is in the mutant business.
See you later.
Bye.
- (growling) - Oh, shit!
(yelps)
You sure you got him?
TV: The people of Penguin Computer
have given me just 15 seconds to tell you about their new PC
the Puffin XL,
before they drop me into this pit of poisonous vipers.
The Puffin XL cuts data processing
and peripheral download time in half,
allowing you extra time for that creative touch.
And when you've got a deadline to meet, you can't afford downtime.
- (man screams) - The Puffin XL.
Don't let a deadline get you down.
Man #1: The name of the game is Stud. Ante up.
Man #2: Wait a minute. What's the limit?
Man #1: Same as always, Ernie. High-low, ante up.
Ernie: Wait a minute. What are the chips for?
Man: Same as always, Ernie.
The whites are 50¢, the reds are a buck
and the blues are $5, okay? Ante up.
- (door buzzes) - Ernie: Wait a minute...
Hey!
- (beeps) - (door buzzes)
Son of a bitch!
What the hell's the matter with you, anyway?
Making jokes like that? What if he asked you for real ID?
- Then what would you have done? - Relax, we made it through, didn't we?
That guy was so stupid he probably... ahh!
Jesus Christ, what the hell is that?
I don't know.
Let's just get to Viallini's office.
- I don't believe this. - Shh! Will you be quiet?
(falls down) Shit!
Will you stop fooling around?
What the hell exactly are we looking for anyway?
Clues, evidence.
You're quite the dick aren't you?
What?
Uh... a private dick. Detective, I mean.
How do you expect to access any information?
A system like this has got to require security clearance.
You forget you're dealing with the Princeton computer
cryptography champion two years running.
There isn't a system or circuit I can't break into.
Pardon me, Miss Summa Cum Silicon Chip.
It's just going to take some time.
- Wonderful. - Computer: Access deni...
Access denied.
Access denied.
Brian, come here. I think I've got it.
Access allowed.
These are the records from last night?
He was here, Brian. He logged in.
This proves it. They have him, I know it.
It'll be all right. We'll find him, I promise.
Ahh!
All right, what are you two doing here?
We were just playing "Star Trek" on the computer and...
Oh, a comedian.
You're the girl who was here this afternoon.
- You're Griffin's daughter. - What have you done with my father?
Where is he, you bastards?
She's just a little upset. She doesn't really mean "bastards."
Where is he? I know you have him.
Shut her up!
Hey you son of a...
You punk.
Sherry, run, get help! Call the police!
Call Viallini.
I'll get the girl.
(screams, grunts)
Ow!
Shit.
(screaming)
What the hell?
(gasps)
Jesus Christ.
Get the hell out of here.
(Mitchell screaming)
- (screams) - Who are you?
- What are you doing here? - Let go of me!
It's all right, I'm not going to hurt you. Just calm down.
It's all right.
Just tell me who you are and what you're doing here.
- I'm looking for my father. - Your father?
You're John Griffen's daughter.
That's right.
And what have you done with my father, you bitch?
Is your sister here, too?
No, just me.
- What's your name? - Kim.
Kim. It's very dangerous for you to be
running around these hallways by yourself.
You're telling me. What the fuck was that thing?
What thing?
What did you see, Kim?
It was this huge... like, really gross...
I don't know what.
It ate some guy.
Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on around here?
(screaming)
Now, Kim, I want you to wait here. Don't be afraid.
I'm going to lock the door so nothing can come in, okay?
Wait. I...
My sister Sherry, she's here, too.
She may be in trouble. I have to find her.
It's all right, Kim. I'll find her. I promise.
Please, just wait here and keep the door locked until I get back.
(Sherry screams)
Brian!
Brian!
Computer: Syntax error. Please enter reset code.
Information does not compute.
Non sequitur. Input is uncorrelated.
(screaming)
Kim, what the hell are you doing here?
Kim, are you all right?
- (roars) - (screams)
What the hell are you doing out here?
I...
Oh, never mind. Get out of my way.
Access allowed.
Come with me.
Kim, stay right here.
- Don't move. - Where are you going?
There's some acid in that cabinet over there,
if I can get to it.
- Be careful! - (roars)
(screams)
Sherry!
Sherry!
Look out!
Sherry!
(screaming)
Come on, Sherry!
No!
(screaming)
Come on, Sherry, move your ass!
Red alert. Red alert.
Where is it?
Back there in the lab.
You can't stop it, not with that gun.
We have to get out of here and get help.
Mitchell: There is no way out.
The whole sector is sealed off.
Quarantine status.
What in the hell are we supposed to do?
Sherry, can we go home now?
You're not going anywhere.
- Red alert. Red alert. - I've got a job to finish.
And you're going to help me.
Mitchell: Now get down to blue sector double-zero.
Wait for me there.
Sherry, Sherry!
This is like, really insane. Let's just get the hell out of here!
You heard what he said, the place is sealed off. We're trapped in here.
There's got to be a way out. Let's just go!
Kim, listen to me.
That thing in there...
it killed Daddy, I'm sure of it.
Red alert. Red alert.
I'm sorry, Kim, but if there's a way to stop it,
to kill it, I have...
we both have to do something, at least to try.
Then can we go home?
(pounding)
Red alert. Red alert.
(pounding continues)
Warning: Contamination alert.
All right, you ugly fucker, come and get me.
I must be nuts.
Red alert. Red alert.
Blue sector. Come on, Kim.
Red alert. Red alert.
This is it.
Oh, no. My security pass.
Kim, you wait here.
Sherry.
Be careful.
Red alert. Red alert.
Where are you going? Come on, it's right behind me.
Damn!
- Kid, you got a pass? - No.
Perfect.
Kim: What are you doing?
Computer: Denied. Access... access denied.
Come on, Sherry!
What the hell are you doing?
Mitchell: Here it is, you'd better hurry.
Kim: Hurry, Sherry!
(screams)
Access denied. Access denied.
- Access allowed. - That's it!
- (pounding) - (screams)
Come on, this way.
Computer: Primary control systems activated.
Damn it, Jarrett, where the hell are you?
You dragged us down here, don't you know how to use this thing?
I'm working on it.
Let me see that.
You understand this shit?
A little.
What the hell is this thing, anyway?
A way for us to stop that thing out there.
(typing)
Computer: Please enter access code.
Release magnetic lock to open accelerator doors.
That's it.
Accelerator engaged.
Particle flux: 10 to the 26th power.
They'll be test firing in exactly two minutes.
Kim: Test firing?
The particle accelerator that runs in a two-mile arc just below us.
Please enter coupler interface code now.
There it is. Electron coupler.
Activated by this access code.
I got it.
- Hydraulic systems set. - Okay, go.
Throttle control engaged.
Electron coupler deployed.
Magnetic stasis grid locked and operational.
Don't touch those!
Who the...
- Negative flux phase shift C -2.38°. - Wavelength.
97.42 megawatts?
I don't know what this means.
Well, figure it out. We've got less than a minute.
Hey, get off her back. She's doing the best she can.
In 30 seconds that won't be good enough.
I got it. I've got it.
Power output, magnetic coupling. This is it!
You better be damn sure, sweetheart.
It's gonna be my ass out there.
What are you talking about?
Someone has to draw him beneath the dispersion plates.
I don't get paid enough for this shit.
Are you crazy? You can't go out there!
You want the job?
No screwing around. When I get that thing
under that grid, you hit it.
I hope you've got health insurance.
There's going to be enough radioactivity
out there to microwave half of Newark.
Don't remind me.
- Well, what should I do? - Pray for me.
You're sure?
I've got it.
Error, error. System shutdown.
- Please reset. - I've got it!
System shutdown. Please reset.
All right, open the door.
Come on.
Come on.
- Shit! - (both scream)
Come on.
Sit, you ugly mother...
Come to papa.
Flux capacitors engaged.
Now, hit it.
Get out of there!
Don't argue with me, goddamn it!
Just do it!
(screaming)
Beam crash. Beam crash.
For Christ sakes, what are you waiting for?
It's not working, damn it!
Please allow 1 minute, 52 seconds to recharge.
Kim, what are you doing?
- He saved my life! - Kim, don't!
Sherry: Kim!
Kim!
No!
Kid, no!
Oh, come on!
No! No!
Over here!
No!
All right, you fucker, try and swallow this.
20 seconds to discharge capacity.
No!
10 seconds, nine...
eight, seven, six...
five, four, three...
two, one.
Electron coupler at...
Turn it off! Turn it off, it worked.
Electron flow terminated.
Radiation levels normal.
Neutron dispersion at 46%.
What the hell were you waiting for?
You stupid bitch.
And you, you miserable fuck.
- What are you doing? - Don't shoot him.
Sorry, girls.
Gotta tie up some loose ends.
Now get back in there.
Now!
Sorry, pally. Doctor's orders.
Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy this.
That's right, you son of a bitch, smile.
What the?
(screaming)
- (roars) - (screams)
Accelerator at mid-cyle.
Please allow 27 seconds...
Danger. Danger.
- What are you doing? - I don't know.
Overload status.
Warning. Warning.
Electron continuity terminated.
Magnetic stress function nominal.
Electron depletion at minus 26,000 RMS.
Neutron absorption: 12 billion KTS per cubic centimeter.
Radiation level acceptable.
Is it over?
I certainly hope so.
Let's go home.
Primary path systems online.
- (screams) - Ahh!
Brian!
We thought you were dead.
The creature... how did you escape?
Just lucky, I guess.
- Oh! - Ah, sorry.
Quarantine status lifted.
All sectors secured.
Have a nice day.
Sherry!
- (squealing) - (screaming)
(rumbling)
(growling)
♪ I was used to you, baby ♪
♪ Used to be anyhow ♪
♪ How you used to do me, baby ♪
♪ Ain't the way you do me now ♪
♪ You were nice to me, baby ♪
♪ Baby, must've been like you ♪
♪ But, sugar, you turned to spice on me, baby ♪
♪ What am I supposed to believe? ♪
♪ You're like someone new to me, baby ♪
♪ You've changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ What you want to do to me, baby? ♪
♪ It's strange, so strange ♪
♪ You don't seem like you to me, baby ♪
♪ You've cha-aanged ♪
♪ Seems impossible, baby ♪
♪ You don't even look the same ♪
♪ A whole new kind of animal, baby ♪
♪ But too wild to tame ♪
♪ You're like someone new to me, baby ♪
♪ You've changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ What you want to do to me, baby? ♪
♪ It's strange, so strange ♪
♪ You don't seem like you to me, baby ♪
♪ You've cha-aanged ♪
♪ You're like someone new to me, baby ♪
♪ You've changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ What you want to do to me, baby? ♪
♪ It's strange, so strange ♪
♪ You're like someone new to me, baby ♪
♪ You've changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ The crazy things you do to me, baby ♪
♪ They're strange, so strange ♪
♪ You don't seem like you to me, baby ♪
♪ You've cha-aanged ♪
♪ Changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ You don't seem like you to me, baby ♪
♪ You've changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ You're like someone new to me ♪
♪ You've changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ Oh, the crazy things you do to me, baby ♪
♪ You've changed, changed, changed ♪
♪ I was used to you. ♪
(harpsichord music playing)
(music stops)
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