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Weren't expecting you till tomorrow.

Tommy Shivers.

Hickcock.

I'm sorry we had to do it
like this, Captain Hickcock,

but the wind's blowing so
damn hard down in the canyon,

the birds are just sort of laying there.

Something must be up, huh?

You coming all the way out
here to check on this mess.

No.

It's standard procedure with
research-related deaths.

Well, just between you and me,

I'm real glad you're here.

Why?

Let's just say I think Old Van Fleet

and his bunch of eggheads have
been down the hole too long.

Leave it at that, okay?

This way, Captain.

Damn, I hate it when it blows like this.

It'll make it.

Great.

Yeah.

The place was something
back in the '50s.

My old man was the maintenance
engineer back then.

Shit, they had maybe a whole 2,000

working down here on the plutonium gun.

Ever since they shut down in '62,

well, it just went to hell.

It's too big a job for
me to handle by myself.

I imagine.

Goddamn, piece of shit.

Welcome to Project
Shadowzone, Captain Hickcock.

Get his bag.

I'm Dr. Erhardt,

Dr. Van Fleet's assistant.

Are you hungry, Captain?

I hope the food's okay.

It's fine.

I'm really sorry that Dr. Van Fleet

and the others couldn't join us,

but they're working late tonight.

Well, when we're finished
here, I'd like to meet them.

I'd like to see the body also.

Of course.

Tell me something,

how long do you expect
this investigation to take?

Why?

Is there a problem?

Well...

We...

I mean, Dr. Van Fleet is right

in the middle of a very delicate phase,

and he's concerned about when he can

start the test up again.

Well, it depends.

On what?

On what I find.

Hey, Cutter.

What's for desert?

Cutter!

Bon appetite.

Jesus Christ!

That's desert, you
lazy hillbilly dipshit.

Two weeks.

Two weeks I've been asking you to

seal up them air vents in my kitchen,

so the rats can't get in!

Well, I said I'd do it!

You ain't the only damn thing

I got to take care of around here!

You got 24 hours or else.

Or else what?

After that,

I'd be real careful
what I ate if I was you.

I apologize for Mrs. Cutter, Captain.

She used to run a whorehouse
over in Nye County,

and I think that left her a little bent.

Oh, bent.

She's a goddamn psycho son of a bitch.

What happened here?

Well, everything beyond here
collapsed from earthquakes.

So how long have you been
working with Dr. Van Fleet?

Five years, and before that
I was my husband's assistant.

Yeah.

Well, he died.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be.

I'm not.

Oh, I'm sorry about all the noise.

I haven't fed them.

They get a little freaky
when they're hungry.

Captain Hickcock, this is Dr. Kidwell.

Hello.

Nice to meet you.

Captain Hickcock is the
NASA man we've been expecting.

Hey don't.

We've been expecting.

Great.

Bingo, calm down.

He's come to see the body.

Are these animals used in the test?

In the early stages
before the human subjects.

Now they've just become expensive pets.

It's a weakness of mine.

I always get attached to my lab animals.

I can see why.

The body?

Are you okay?

I just wasn't expecting...

Who cleared the autopsy?

He signed your release.

We make all our test subjects sign one.

Who was he?

Just a man who answered our ad.

I think, he was in security
at a casino in Vegas.

Any family?

A sister somewhere in the east,

but we haven't been
able to contact her yet.

It won't be a 100% until
the tests are complete,

but I'm pretty sure it was a stroke

induced by a cerebral hemorrhage.

For godsake!

I'm sorry.

Bingo.

What caused it?

Could be anything.

CM is a condition just waiting to happen.

This one popped in his premotor cortex.

Could it be related to the project?

We're on our way.

There's absolutely nothing to indicate

that this is project related.

Certainly not primary.

It's usually a genetic breakdown,

not a systemic result.

That was Dr. Van Fleet.

He's expecting us.

Wiley, this is Captain Hickcock.

Welcome to Hell, Captain.

What?

I wasn't talking to you!

Our guest is here!

Okay, sleeping beauty's moving

out of REM into the first level.

Okay, I'll tell her.

Hey, Air Head,

the old man wants to see you
down in Never Never Land.

Come this way.

Put these on.

We use ultraviolet light to keep fungus

and bacteria from growing in the lab.

Oh, don't touch anything
when you're inside, Captain.

Jonathan Van Fleet.

You must be Hickcock, yeah?

Yes, sir.

I apologize for not meeting you,

but this whole nasty business has,

how do you say, um,

thrown a ratchet monkey in the machinery.

Monkey wrench.

It means the same thing.

Well, I'll leave you two.

Yes, go, go.

We'll be just fine.

Please don't keep him long, Captain.

It's getting late, and he needs his rest.

He promises.

Now just leave us alone.

Bit of an overbearing creature, isn't she?

A little stiff.

Best assistant I ever had though.

Works like a dog.

I think, all she needs is a good...

You know?

She's beautiful, isn't she?

My sleeping beauty,

her name is Jenna, Jenna Sou.

Sou in Chinese means longevity.

She came to us just a few days ago,

a replacement for poor Mr. Hawkins.

You like her, yeah?

Come.

Come, Hickcock.

And this, this is James.

He's been with us for
about six months now.

They look dead.

In a way, they are.

It was the Greek poet Hesiod,

who characterized sleep
as the brother of death.

But what you see here
is extended deep sleep.

The result of severing the cortex

from the lower brain stem.

You cut their brain stems?

Relax, Captain.

Not in a manner you imagine.

It's all done electronically,

and it's quite safe.

Can anything wake them?

Not unless the cortex is reconnected.

Amazing.

It's an old concept.

Back in the '40s,
neurologists experimented

by physically cutting
the cortexes of cats.

It's taken all these
years to perfect a method,

which would not leave
the subject drain dead.

Could this have been responsible
for the subject's death?

Impossible.

Why do you say that?

Test results have indicated

no damage to the brain or nerve tissue.

That man simply had a cerebral hemorrhage.

Such things happen
thousands of time every day.

Why don't we continue
this tomorrow, Captain.

It's late, and I'm rather fatigued.

Of course.

Oh, Doctor, would you mind

if I took a look at the computer analysis

from the test the night the subject died?

Be my guest.

I'll have Wiley punch it up for you.

Sleep well, Captain.

Were you listening?

You really think it's a good idea

giving him access to printouts?

Their information won't
mean anything to him.

Besides I don't want him sensing
any reluctance on our part.

Shh, shh, shh.

There's something I think you should see.

What the hell's this all about?

You'll see just keep your mouth shut.

Follow me.

Follow!

Are you hungry, Captain?

Why didn't you tell him
it was out of the question?

I did. He wouldn't buy it.

I warned you.

Listen, research deaths
have to be reported.

It's federal law.

- You can't just--
- The men who make those laws

find ways to circumvent them every day!

Now just relax.

I will handle it.

Okay, and what is this section?

This represents the EDS levels.

What seems to be the problem, Captain?

There's no problem.

I just wanna see the test that was run

the night the subject died.

It's not advisable.

Are you telling me it's not safe?

It has nothing to do with the test.

It's just that the subjects
have been in the eggs

for almost 72 hours,

and that's the maximum we
like to keep them there.

According to the printout,

it takes less than five minutes to reach

the EDS level the subject
was at when he died.

You don't understand.

Excuse me, Doctor,

you don't understand.

We underwrote this experiment,

because of its potential
use in a space flight.

But you've got a dead test subject here,

and your funding is in deep shit.

But I already explained to you

that the unfortunate death
is unrelated to the tests.

Well, unless you can prove it to me,

I'm gonna recommend that the project be

suspended pending further investigation.

This is insane.

You're gonna throwaway years of work.

If he wants proof, he will have it.

Wiley, bring the male subject to Level 31.

- Sir?
- Do it.

This shall not take long, Captain.

Do you mind if I watch
the subject up close?

Whatever it takes.

Thank you, Doctor.

This is very dangerous.

We have no choice.

Yes, sir, I understand.

All right.

He says to tell you that the EDS level

is displayed on the digital indicator.

Thanks.

How far can we take it?

I don't know.

We entertain the face again,

we could be shit out of luck.

Program the application
to hold at Level 31.

That should be safe.

It looks like he's trying to talk?

Involuntary REM movement.

We've always seen it in D sleep.

Now we know it appears in EDS also.

Let me talk to Van Fleet.

Uh, Doctor, the printouts say

that the test was taken to Level 31-F.

A through Z are sublevels, Captain.

Their importance is insignificant.

I'd like you to take
it to Level 31-F, please.

We can't.

We must.

What happened could
happened again, only worse.

How long was the subject in 31-F

before we started to lose control?

Thirty-five, 40 seconds.

31-F it is, Captain.

I hope you know what the fuck you doing.

Excuse me, Captain.

Sure.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Damn.

Make haste, my friend.

The last time it was an accident.

You let the subject die
this time and it's murder.

Don't start up with that again!

Shut up both of you!

Twenty-five.

Thirty seconds.

It's a rise in the heart rate.

Substantial?

Negative.

Nothing to worry about.

Forty seconds.

What about the other life signs?

Normal.

Forty-five.

What the hell is he doing in there?

Making life difficult.

Come on, Hickcock.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, thank God.

Pull him back.

Bring it back, Wiley.

Oh, shit.

What is it?

We're interfacing again.

Well, terminate it.

I can't.

Something's overriding the program.

That's impossible.

Son of a bitch.

What does it mean?

It's coming out of the darkness.

His heart rate is a 114 and runaway,

so are the life signs!

What's going on?

Do something!

What!

What do you want me to do?

Dump the memory!

Terminate the whole thing!

He can't.

The program is bulletproof.

Will somebody please tell me

what the hell is going on here?

What in the hell are they doing now?

What happened?

A slight malfunction.

Did the computer crash?

She's okay her backup
power source kicked in.

What about the girl?

Hang on.

Her eggs are online, but she's in trouble!

Kidwell. Kidwell and I will go in.

Kidwell!

You better dress for it!

The dioxide and ammonia
lines are ruptured!

I'm going with you.

Wiley, can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

We are going in.

Okay, be careful.

The place is full of lethal toxins.

How is the girl?

She's stable.

But we have a problem in the unit.

What problem?

We can't modulate
the levels in any dream mode.

What the hell does that mean?

They can't wake her up.

We will bring her out
with the portable LSS

until you can work out the bug.

Okay.

I'll get the LSS.

She appears to be all right.

She's healthy in here.

We will
put her on the LSS now.

What's it like in there?

All the feed lines

on the Alpha egg are ruptured.

The system appears to be

destroyed beyond repair.

What about the Omega lines?

Minimum damage.

The bug must be at your end.

Are the monitors operating?

Negative.

The video circuit in
the inner lab was blown.

Wait a minute.

Okay, I'm gonna try you
on the heat censors.

All right, I got you on the heaters.

We are moving
her into the airlock now.

Hey, check this out.

No, no, no, no, hold on a minute.

What is it?

I don't know.

Let me check this.

Shit.

What is the problem?

John Doe has come to visit.

Who's John Doe?

What's he doing?

Wiley.

Where is it, Wiley?

It's about 20 meters away
over by the oxygen racks.

You should be able to see it.

I can't see it.

I'm going to move towards it.

I think you should wait

until we can analyze the situation.

My dear, Dr. Erhardt,

why wait for the inevitable.

Who the hell is John Doe?

Somebody me goddammit!

Nothing, it's steam.

He's close enough to reach
out and kiss it on the lips.

You're there, Doctor.

Come.

Let me see you.

Madam Pip!

Help!

That's John Doe.

- Captain--
- What the hell could do

something like that?

Still it's gotta be an alien's

with the strength of steel, man!

- Quiet!
- I ain't never seen

anything like that before!

Shut up!

Let her finish.

By taking subjects

beyond normal levels of dream state sleep,

we discovered that the subconscious

acts like a radio tuner.

Well, that ain't no rock-and-roll tune

banging around the lab.

No, it isn't.

It's a highly-intelligent being.

She's nuts.

Listen to me, you moron.

I don't know you calling no names!

Sit down!

We have always theorized
that outside stimuli

woke the brain from
sleep, but it's not so.

Van Fleet proved that the
brain also wakes itself

as a defense mechanism.

By breaking down the natural

boundaries of the sleep state,

we discovered that a
parallel dimension exists,

and the human brain is
capable of perceiving it.

Communication was the first stage.

The subject interfaced with John Doe,

and the computer acted as interpreter.

So, how did this,

this thing, get here?

I don't know.

Are you buying all this shit?

Son of a bitch.

I'm getting the fuck out of here!

Fat chance.

Only way to the top's sealed shut.

Well, open it!

I gotta...

I gotta date at the Tropicana.

I can't.

The main airlock works on a safety system

that they installed in the '60s.

Make sure that no radioactivity leaked out

in case of an accident.

I mean, they got censors
all over the place!

This thing is radioactive?

Very minimal.

Well, enough to keep the airlock shut

tighter than a bull's ass at fight time.

Long as that thing is here so are we.

What about the com lines?

The ones to the outside are down.

The main transformer must be blown.

Great.

Hey.

I think, y'all better get back to the lab.

Are you positive?

Look, I've checked and
tripled check the entire system.

There's nothing there.

Whatever was in the lab is gone.

That's impossible.

The walls, the ceilings,

the floors are solid lead.

There's no way out.

Except for the water drain.

What drain?

The one you had me cut in the floor

way back when you moved in.

Where does it go?

Into the main system.

How the hell could something big enough

to put dents in that steel plate

escape through a water drain?

I had the computer analyze

the organism's chemical structure.

Check this out.

The mass density ratio changed?

That's right.

This thing can expand and contract

its molecular structure at will,

become any size, any shape it wants.

Jesus.

What an incredible intelligence.

Well, fuck it, how we gonna kill it?

We're not!

We better.

Can it get in here?

Well, the airlocks are vacuum sealed.

I don't think it can get that small.

Then we're safe in here.

Yeah, for the time being,

but unless we get the main
transformer operational,

we're gonna run out of air in a few hours.

Oh, shit!

You don't have any contact

with the outside on a daily basis?

No, we're completely isolated.

That's the way Van Fleet wanted it.

Shivers, what about cutting
through the main airlock?

Can we do that?

It's eight inches of lead and steel.

Well, then we'll have
to fix the transformer.

Well, then what?

I have to make contact
by tomorrow morning.

If I don't, they'll check up on me.

Well, I ain't going out there.

I don't know jack shit
about fixing no transformer.

I can handle the transformer.

All right, okay.

I'll go with Wiley.

Shivers, now you go to the kitchen

and bring back Mrs. Cutter
and some food and water.

That damn thing might be out there.

I'll go with you.

What about the Queen of Sheba here, huh?

Someone has to stay here

and change the LSS's pack on the egg.

Can you wake her yet?

Not until the computer isolates

the bug in the egg's system.

She can't cross reference
on auxiliary power.

How long do the packs last?

An hour.

But I've only got two left.

What do you think that's gonna do?

Blow its fucking brains out.

You're more likely
to shoot your foot off.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

What?

I thought I heard the monkey screeching.

Fuck the monkey.

I'm gonna check on him.

What?

I'll meet you back in the kitchen.

Wait a minute!

Captain?

Let's go.

That's it.

What's the matter guys?

What is it?

What are you afraid of, Badger, huh?

What are you afraid of?

Shivers, it's Kidwell.

Can you hear me?

Don't answer it.

What's wrong with you?

Talk to her.

I don't wanna.

It's just gonna be trouble.

It's Cutter.

We're getting the food together.

What do you want?

Bingo got out of his cage.

He might have gone your way.

Tell Shivers to look around for him.

I'll tell him.

I got to help you with the food.

Oh, I can handle this.

You look around for a monkey.

I'll meet you at the elevator.

Damn.

Bingo.

Where are you boy?

I'm looking for a monkey.

What the hell's looking for me?

How's it looking?

It severed the primary circuits.

I'm gonna have to rewire them.

Shit!

Shit!

Shit.

You all right?

I've been better.

All right, I'll rewire them.

You just talk me through it.

Okay.

♪ I love you ♪

♪ And you likable young thing ♪

Gotcha, you little bastard.

One more for Cutter.

Awe, didn't even get the cheese, did you?

What's going on out there?

Can anybody hear me?

Wiley?

Kidwell?

Bingo?

Bingo.

Bingo.

Is that you boy?

Come on boy.

Come on.

Bingo.

Bingo.

Bingo, come here boy.

Good boy.

Where have you been, you rascal.

Good boy.

Okay, that's the last of them.

What do I do now?

What's next?

Wiley?

Hey.

- What?
- Geez.

Where the hell did you go?

I had to take a leak.

Man, you scared the shit out of me.

Sorry. Did you fix it?

Yeah, I think so.

Now what do I do?

We gotta open the circuit.

Keep your fingers crossed.

- Yeah.
- Whoa.

All right!

You see who run this shit
around here, don't you?

What happened?

Shit, I guess, she won't hold a current.

Can we do it again?

No, we can't do it again.

The wire's too fucked up.

What are you doing?

You hungry, huh?

Shivers.

Shivers, it's Kidwell.

Talk to me.

Shivers.

What's going on, Kidwell?

Bingo got lose, and
I went looking for him.

Where is everybody?

I don't know I'm trying to round up

Shivers and Cutter now.

I'm here what do you want?

Where is here?

In the kitchen.

I can't find Cutter.

She was supposed to
meet me at the elevator.

Well, I found Bingo,

so meet me at the lab on the way back.

What do you mean you found him?

He's sitting right here stuffing
his ugly face with grapes.

That's impossible.

Kidwell!

Kidwell!

You take number four!
I'll take number three!

No, we stick together! Come on!

Open goddammit!

You piece of shit!

Where the fuck is he?

Shivers!

Shivers, quit messing around!

Shivers!

Shivers!

Shivers.

Shivers.

I can't believe a grown ass man lost.

- Shit, Captain!
- Shh, shh, shh.

What?

I heard something.

What?

Why we looking for
Shivers I'll never know.

Shit, he got a shotgun,
and we got a light.

I can't take much more of this.

- Oh, God!
- Oh, shit!

Oh.

Oh, God.

Whoo.

Come on, you chicken shit.

I'm gonna kick your ass.

Come on.

He's at D-flex!

Shivers!

We're coming, Shivers!

Shivers!

We're right here!

Run.

Run.

Elevator.

Come on.

Come on!

Are there stairs to get below?

No, a dead end the
only way off this floor

is the elevator!

So, let's do that!

Man! Come on!

Hot wire!

What are you doing?

I think I can bypass
it through a switch.

Keep trying it.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Do it!

Try it!

Nothing!

Try it!

Nothing!

We got it! Come on!

- Come on.
- I gotta tie it off!

Hurry up!

It's closing! I can't hold it!

I'm coming! Hold it!

No!

No! No!

No! No!

Pull it, Captain!

Pull! Pull, Captain!

It's coming, Captain! It's coming!

Help me, Captain! Please!

Please, Captain! No!

Close it and lock it.

What about the others?

Shivers and Wiley aren't coming back.

Neither is Kidwell.

What about Cutter?

I don't know. The intercom's dead.

Did you see it?

No.

Well, it's a remarkable creature.

Listen to this.

Bingo got loose,
and I went looking for him.

Where is everybody?

I don't know.

I'm trying to round up
Shivers and Cutter now.

I'm here. What do you want?

Where is here?

In the kitchen.

I can't find Cutter.

She was supposed to
meet me at the elevator.

Well, I found Bingo,

so meet me at the lab on the way back.

What do
you mean you found him?

He's sitting right here stuffing
his ugly face with grapes.

That's impossible.

Kidwell!

Kidwell!

Shut it off!

We shape it.

Kidwell was looking for a lab monkey.

That was the image in here
mind when she ran into it.

Van Fleet called out a name
just before it killed him.

"Madam Pip."

I couldn't place it until I remembered

something in his psych profile.

Madam Pip was the name of a carnival geek

that scared the hell out
of him when he was a child.

She appeared in his nightmares.

Don't do this.

It became what Kidwell was looking for.

It became the memory
triggered by Van Fleet's fear.

Stop it.

Do you realize what kind of intelligence

we're talking about here?

I said stop it!

This thing doesn't only
change its molecular structure.

It can assume the physical
nature of human thought.

This thing just slaughtered five people!

Well, that's the law of nature, Captain,

"Survival of the fittest."

This thing is the ultimate intellect,

just the purity of self-preservation.

And uncomp...

What's going on?

Talk to me?

It's a random search

for access to the source code.

What the hell does that mean?

Someone's trying to
gain entry to the project.

They're in.

Who's in?

Jesus.

It's interfaced with the computer again.

What the hell does it want?

I don't know.

Let's ask it.

It wants to go back.

You gotta be kidding.

It can't live here.

It's dying.

Yes!

All right, you son of a bitch.

I wouldn't get too excited, Captain.

It'll probably outlive us.

We've got air again.

Who do you think's responsible for that?

Are you telling me that this thing

wants to make a deal with us?

Precisely.

It needs us.

How?

The girl.

No.

Without an EDS subject,

we can't open up the dimension.

Hook me up instead.

That's impossible.

It takes at least eight
hours of REM phased sleep

before a subject can be induced into EDS.

She's already there.

Well, maybe you forget
what happened last time!

Last time we let it get away from us.

We didn't know what we were doing.

There's a good chance we can
open and close the dimension

before any harm comes to her.

Besides,

if we don't,

we'll all be dead in a couple hours.

How do we know we can trust it?

The ammonia and dioxide tanks

on the Alpha system are empty.

I'm going to try cleaning
the atmosphere in the lab.

How do I open these damns doors in here?

Van Fleet locked it from the inside.

There's a safety release
above the airlock seal.

I'll keep an eye on our guest.

If he does anything funny,

I'll tell you to shut the airlock.

I promise.

All right.

I don't know see it.

It's reduced its mass density

to an unrecognizable size.

Remarkable.

Okay, how do I do this again?

The four connectors are
color coded to the inputs.

Just make sure you secure them
before disconnecting the LSS.

I can't see it.

But, goddammit I can feel it.

It's on the move.

Get out of there.

I'm not leaving the girl.

Oh, it won't harm her.

It needs her.

Now get out of there.

How's she doing?

Fine.

How long is it gonna take?

Not long.

I'm gonna try something.

What are you doing?

Programming the computer
to disengage the neuro-center

once she's tuned in the dimension?

Why?

Well, the energy surge
will be minimalized,

and she should be able to with stand it.

Well, what if she can't?

Then we're all dead.

Fifteen seconds.

How's her heart rate?

Sixty-eight and steady.

Twenty-five.

Her heart rate's rising.

That's to be expected.

Thirty-five.

It's at 81 and going up.

A 100!

I'm cutting her loose.

I just hope she can do it on her own.

What's happening?

She's doing it herself.

How long can she take this?

I don't know.

Come on, come on.

You got your way home, asshole.

Use it.

I have to see this up close.

Wait a minute.

You're crazy! Shut the goddamn thing down!

What are you gonna do?

There's something wrong with her.

There's thousands of the--

Come on, come on.

Shit!

Dr. Erhardt!

Kidwell!

Somebody please let me out of here!

Dr. Erhardt!

What happened?

It's a long story.