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(dramatic orchestral music)

(aircraft buzz)

(alarm beeps)

- This is control at Sac.

I've got two unidentified flying objects

grid reference zero niner, zero fiver

off the California coast.

Do we have any air support in the area?

(jet whooshes)

- Roger Sac, this is Foxtrot Four.

I'm 50 miles from zero niner zero fiver.

Goin' in to investigate.

- [Man] Foxtrot Five, joining Foxtrot Four.

(electronic warbling)

(radar beeps)

- All right Frisky Fox, this is Sac.

These objects are approaching fast.

You should have visual contact any second.

(radar beeps)

Should be right there.

You're right on top of those blips.

Can't you seen anything, anything at all?

- Control, I've got no visual those bogies.

Repeat, no visual.

I'm circling around, still no visual.

- All right, Foxtrot Four, return to base.

It's either falling space debris

or some sort of equipment malfunction on our end.

- Roger.

- [Man] Foxtrot Five returning to base.

(electronic warbling)

(suspenseful music)

(woman groans)

- Somebody get me outta here, please!

(woman screams)

(woman groans and gasps)

(woman screams)

(uptempo music)

(woman screams)

(woman gasps)

(tool hums)

(uptempo rock music)

(aircraft whoosh)

(eerie electronic music)

(electricity pops)

- Put up a fresh battery, Sarah.

I want one more test before the big will shows up.

- Another?

- Not taking any chances, here.

Do you know who's gonna walk through that door?

Our meal ticket, Veronica Grove.

- The Pentagon's weapon buyer?

- They're gonna be mass producing these babies.

They're gonna weaponize space.

It's the '80s all over again,

and this time, we're not gonna miss out on the gravy train.

- Ever thought about getting out of the business?

I have.

You know, about 90 cents on every tax dollar

goes to the Pentagon?

I mean, they always have enough money for a new weapon,

but when it comes to helping someone--

- Sarah.

We're not just getting rich here,

we're protecting our country against all enemies.

We do very important work here.

- You may as well know.

I'm putting in my two-week notice.

- What?

You can't do that.

What are you gonna do?

- Work in a soup kitchen in Downtown LA.

- [Ed] You're kidding, right?

- Nope.

I've saved some money up.

I hate this job, Ed.

Creating a bunch of weapons used by a bunch of rich people

on poor people.

- Stop talking like a liberal nutcase.

Everything in this room is being recorded.

They'll remove your clearance level.

- I don't care.

I'm out.

- Look, you can't help anyone by working in a soup kitchen.

You're too smart for that.

Look, take a month off.

- Ed! (weapon thuds)

- Shit, shit.

We're gonna need a diagnostic on this.

(electronic humming)

(eerie music)

Sarah!

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah,

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.

(dramatic electronic music)

Sarah!

Talk to me.

- I think.

I think I'm all right.

Yeah, I'm all right.

- Look, I need to get you to a hospital.

You could have neurological damage.

- No, I'm all right.

- No, it's okay.

I'll call the test off.

- I know how much this means to you.

I want you to succeed.

Honest, I'm okay.

- [Man] Mr. Devon, Veronica Grove has arrived.

- Yes, all right.

Look, they're here.

I'll try to wrap this up quickly,

and then we'll get you checked out.

- I'll do a quick diagnostic.

- Sarah.

- Relax, I'm fine.

(computer beeps)

- Um, don't you need your glasses?

- Oh yeah.

- Mr. Devon.

- [Ed] Call me Ed.

- Mr. Devon.

Veronica Grove is finishing an important call.

She'll be along shortly.

(computers beep)

- [Guard] Prototype is in the room.

The room is under surveillance.

You'll have a hard time getting the gun

if they are uncooperative.

- Is it going to work?

- Did you just say something?

- Is it going to work?

- Just now, did you just say something?

- Oh boy, you are really not feeling well.

Listen, I'm gonna wrap this up quickly.

- The diagnostic is complete.

I replaced a loose relay, everything looks good.

- Mr. Devon.

The president's special advisor, Miss Veronica Grove.

- Miss Grove, what an honor it is to meet you.

This is my assistant, Sarah.

(Sarah gasps) (suspenseful music)

Sarah.

- Christ!

- She's not feeling well, she's working really hard

(electronic warbling)

- [Ed] Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah,

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.

- [Veronica] Well how do you do?

- Get the fuck away from me!

- She's really not feeling well.

- Really?

- If you would excuse me for a moment.

(suspenseful music)

What the hell is wrong?

- Get them out of here.

- Look, I've always known that you don't like the Pentagon,

but isn't this a little--

- Can't you see?

Can't you see what they are?

- This is Veronica Grove,

one of the most important people in the United States.

- They're north human.

- They look all right to me.

- Oh god.

There's something really wrong with my head.

They look like monsters.

But you look okay.

This is like a bad acid trip or something.

- Look, just sit tight.

I'll try to wrap this up quick.

- Be careful.

I think they wanna kill you.

- Just hang tight.

- [Ed] Miss Grove.

- Is she all right?

- She's not feeling well.

- Too bad.

- We work hard here.

We work very hard to keep this great country safe.

- [Guard] Can she see us?

If she can, she'll have to be destroyed.

- [Veronica] I want her dissected.

(Sarah gasps)

I wanna found what is different about her mind.

- [Guard] I'll save the head.

- To win your war and to save lives,

what we have here is a gun, which, in layman's terms,

fires a magnetic beam

which reverses the polarity of batteries.

- All batteries?

- Yes.

Any DC battery that is.

A car battery, your watch, for example.

I take it that's not a wind-up.

Or a cell phone.

This gun creates a magnetic pulse

which will severely damage and disable

any device with a battery.

A camcorder, computer, anything run on DC power.

These batteries, for example.

You should put on safety glasses.

(midtempo electronic music)

Fire in the hole!

(electricity zaps)

- Most impressive.

- You don't need much of an imagination for the uses.

Disabling tanks, jeeps, communication equipment,

satellites.

- So, what would happen if I were to point this at a person?

(suspenseful music)

- Well a direct hit to the head,

the brain is a type of battery,

it runs on salt water potassium.

It could cause bipolar and neurological damage.

The gun hasn't been tested for those effects.

- I'd like to take this back for further testing

at the Pentagon labs.

- Wait a minute, we're a private company,

and that's a prototype.

- Do you know who I am?

I could yank your government funding in a heartbeat.

Give him back his prototype.

He doesn't need our business.

- Wait a minute.

If you sign a contract to produce at least 10 more units,

I can release the prototype.

You can borrow the prototype,

but you're committed to 10 more units.

- Agreed.

- Why can't he see this?

- I'll be right back with the contract.

(suspenseful music)

(electronic warbling)

(Sarah yells)

- Sorry, like he said, I'm not feeling well.

Excuse me.

Oh!

Oh, cut it out!

No! (sobs and screams)

- Hold it!

You wanted to see what this gun could do to a person?

Well today's your lucky day.

- Lower that gun.

- Not until you tell me what the hell's going on here.

- Rich.

- This woman's a known national security threat.

- Bullshit.

I know everything there is to know about my employees.

And she has the highest security clearance,

thoroughly checked.

- Lower that gun right now,

or you'll end up in Leavenworth.

This woman is--

- I know.

Veronica Grove.

You guys come in here and you try take my invention

and slap around my help?

Well, I think it's time to say goodbye, adios, get out.

(weapon zaps)

(Rich groans)

- I just wanna go over to her

and say bend over and let me take over.

- Hell no, you could do that after I'm done.

- Aw man, I don't want second dibs.

(coin clinks)

(alarm wails)

- Alarm, alarm.

(weapons click) Come on.

- Sarah, get over here.

Security's on its way to escort you people out.

Have a nice day.

(guns click)

(electronic warbling)

- Ed, look out!

(guns fire)

(Sarah screams)

(guns fire)

(Sarah screams)

(extinguisher thuds) (Sarah groans)

(extinguisher thuds)

Ed, Ed!

(weapons click) (electronic warbling)

- Kill her!

(weapons fire)

(electricity zaps)

(uptempo metal music)

(weapon fires) (electricity pops)

(guards groan)

Get rid of all your electronic devices!

(electricity zaps)

(guard groans)

(guard groans)

(electricity zaps and pops)

(uptempo metal music)

(punch thuds)

(Sarah groans)

No batteries, bitch.

You're dead.

(suspenseful music)

(explosion booms and zaps)

(weapon clicks)

(creature yelps)

(fire crackles)

You killed everyone, Sarah.

You destroyed the lab, you murdered your boss.

Know why?

You're crazy, Sarah.

Crazy.

(suspenseful music)

(Sarah coughs)

(electricity zaps)

(aircraft whooshes)

(explosion booms)

(electricity pops)

(weapon fires) (electricity pops)

(uptempo metal music)

(weapon fires)

(explosions boom)

(siren wails)

(explosion booms)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(engine hums)

(tires squeal)

- Hey!

(Sarah yelps)

What happened here?

Something blew up?

- Yeah, they did it.

- Who?

God?

What are you talkin' about?

- Can't you see those things?

You can't see the flying saucers, can you?

- Crazy broad.

(somber electronic music)

- Okay, what do I do?

Where do I go?

Am I the only one that can see these, these things?

Operator, get me the FBI Los Angeles.

Yes, I know this is gonna sound crazy,

but my name is Sarah McKinnis.

I worked for Comtech Defense Industries.

Yes, the building is on fire.

We, Dr. Devon and I were attacked by foreigners,

enemy agents, terrorists.

That's the only way I can describe them.

I'll hold.

Yeah, I'll wait where I am.

Sir, how do you know where I am?

I thought cell phones couldn't be traced.

(Sarah gasps)

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

(objects clatter)

(sirens wail)

(fire crackles)

(engine revs)

(eerie music)

- The aliens are here, yes.

I'm Major Bart Wells, former head of Project Blue Book.

And I'm here to say, they are among us.

Why is the government and the military

covering up an old lie?

This is your wake up call, America.

They are everywhere.

Maybe they've always been here

profiting off of our ignorance and our hatred of each other.

They're turning our atmosphere into their atmosphere,

ruthlessly exploiting our planet.

Our leaders know this and have sold us out.

They're running the planet, look at it.

Cancer is through the roof, wars, lies, corporate ties!

It's all on my new DVD Alien Holocaust.

Alien Holocaust can be ordered off of majorbartwells.com

with a small fee of only $70.

Yes friends, $70 is a small price to pay

for what is still classified information.

Want to know who they are?

Where they come from?

What they want?

Then order my new DVD.

My next guest was kidnapped by aliens

and had his sexual organs modified.

My good friend, Mr. Eric Madden.

(suspenseful electronic music)

- You killed everyone, Sarah.

You destroyed the lab, you murdered your boss.

Know why?

You're crazy, Sarah.

(electronic warbling)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Hello, Sarah.

- Veronica.

- You can call me by that name.

- I'm hanging up on you, you ugly bitch.

- Now, now, you are equally unpleasant looking.

- At least I was born on this planet, you space scum!

- (sighs) It would be easier

if we don't have to kill you, Sarah.

You've stumbled across something you can't comprehend.

However, this could be mutually beneficial.

- Who are you, where do you come from?

- We want that gun, and we're willing to bargain.

- With what?

(woman gasps and sobs)

- Say hello to your sister.

- Sarah! (sobs)

Sarah, what's going on?

Who are these people?

- Jenny?

- Let me talk to her!

- Jenny!

- Let me talk to her!

- Jenny!

- We want that gun.

- Okay.

Where do we meet?

- My mansion.

75 Deacon Boulevard.

Right up Mount Wesson Road.

- Look, if anything happens to my sister.

(dramatic electronic music)

(Jenny gasps)

- [Jenny] Let go of me! (sobs)

(Jenny screams)

Oh my god, let me out!

(Jenny screams)

Please, please! (sobs)

(Jenny screams)

- Your sister's been a bad girl.

And you're the one who's going to pay the price.

- Get the fuck away from me.

- I see you've got your sister's spunk.

- Stop doing this!

Why are you doing this?

Let me go!

- Show her, turn off the cloaking device.

Show her what a psychon looks like.

(electronic zapping)

(Jenny screams)

(uptempo instrumental music)

You are like your sister.

(Jenny screams)

- Oh god.

Oh my god. (gasps)

(Jenny screams)

No!

Oh, let go!

No, let me go!

(Jenny screams)

(creature groans)

(creature growls)

(eerie electronic music)

- Jenny?

Veronica?

Veronica?

I brought the gun.

Jenny?

Veronica?

Veronica, where's my sister?

I just want my sister, I'll give up the gun!

Jenny?

Jenny!

Jenny!

(screams) Oh my god, Jenny!

- Poor Sarah.

You killed your own sister.

We've got the gun.

And I'm afraid it's time for you to join your sister.

- You'll pay for this, Veronica, you monster!

(eerie electronic music)

(Sarah gasps)

(Sarah screams)

- You've caused us a lot of trouble, Sarah.

I'm really going to enjoy taking you apart, piece by piece.

- Before you kill me, what is this about?

(electronic humming)

(Sarah yelps)

No.

- We are the psychons.

Ages ago, we landed on Earth and prepared this planet

for our race.

We've opened a dimensional gateway

outside the orbit of your moon.

We are driven a million years across space by a basic need.

Survival.

Our planet is overpopulated,

our natural resources, exhausted.

In order for the psychon race to survive,

we just invade Earth now.

(Sarah gasps)

We've created some of your ridiculous societies and rules

to keep you docile.

And you're one of the few

who have detected our presence unintentionally.

We have other human allies who help us.

This planet is just one of our many colonies.

We need your bodies and animals

to create our biomechanical ships and weapons.

Your body will not go to waste.

It will aid our great cause. (chuckles)

(punch thuds)

My tour of rotation was just about finished

and I was looking forward to going back to my home planet

to get away from you Terran scum.

Now I'm stuck here for another cycle

with you disgusting creatures.

God, you things smell!

Take her apart.

Slowly.

Keep her alive as long as possible.

(dramatic electronic music)

- [Veronica] Remove anything combustible.

She's clever.

- I don't have anything combustible.

- [Psychon Woman] She can read our thoughts.

- [Veronica] Well it's too bad we have to destroy you.

You are unique.

You could've joined our human allies.

Kill her quickly, she's a threat.

Save the brain.

- You smell pretty bad to me, too.

I can hear you, but you can't hear me, can you?

Hey, do you know I have a lighter?

If I could just.

There!

(psychon woman screams)

(explosion booms and pops)

(suspenseful music)

(Sarah yelps)

(engine rumbles)

(tires screech)

(weapon zaps)

(weapon zaps)

(explosion booms)

(weapon zaps) (explosions boom)

(tires screech)

(weapon zaps) (explosions boom)

(weapon fires) (explosions boom)

(aircraft booms)

(explosions pop)

This is only the beginning.

I'm gonna get you fuckers.

I'm gonna kill every one of you fuckers.

If only someone else could see.

(Jenny giggles)

Jenny.

- This is Major Bart Wells from WUFO

coming to you, coast to coast through 350 affiliates.

Watch the skies, Americans, watch the skies.

They've been exploiting Earth for centuries.

They even created some of our religions

just to keep us docile.

- We've created some of your ridiculous societies and rules

to keep you docile.

- They need cattle parts

to build biomechanical ships and weapons.

We need your bodies and animals

to create our biomechanical ships and weapons.

- Some of us are already working with them.

- We have other human allies who help us.

- Don't kid yourself, Americans.

They're already here.

I'm out here in Needles,

out in the high California desert.

The aliens know where I am,

but they don't try and stop me, why?

because people don't take me seriously, but you should.

And you should order my new DVD.

This information can be yours.

All I've learned when I was in charge of Project Blue Book.

My DVD, Alien Holocaust, can be yours

for the small price, a one-time fee, of only $70.

- Sorry Bart, I don't have time to wait for the DVD.

- Joker line, you're on the air.

- [Man] Yeah Bart?

- Yes, turn your radio down.

- [Man] Yeah, Bart?

- Yes sir, you're going to have to turn your radio down.

- [Man] Bart?

- Sir, I'm going to hang up on you

if you don't turn your radio down.

- [Man] Hold on there,

I think there are problems with the radio,

I think I'm gonna turn it down.

Hey Bart, I turned my radio down.

- Congratulations.

Now that you've wasted our time,

what Earth-shattering news do you bring us?

- [Man] Bart, I've been doing research,

lots of research, high-tech stuff.

And my research points to the inevitable conclusion

that when them there computers roll over to zero zero,

our power grid's going down,

and like it will not be back up within our lifetime.

I mean, we'll be lookin' at them there power plants,

and they'll be useless, Bart.

They will not work again within our lifetime, never.

- Sir, are you referring to the Millennium Bug?

- [Man] Yes sir,

that there bug's gonna knock this country on its butt.

- Sir, do you know what year this is?

- [Man] Year?

Let me look see at the calendar.

- [Bart] Do you know who the president is?

- [Man] Of these here United States?

- [Bart] Yes, of these here United States.

- [Man] Well, last time I checked,

that draft-dodger Clinton.

- Sir, do me a favor.

Go buy a newspaper and read it.

And now, another word from one of our fine sponsors.

("Battle Hymn of the Republic")

(suspenseful electronic music)

What the hell's going on?

(gun clicks)

Get the hell outta here!

This is private property!

- Bart Wells?

Major Bart Wells?

- Yeah, and I'm tryin' to run a radio show here.

You'll have to leave.

- I've seen them, Bart, I've seen them,

and they're after me.

- Who's after you?

- Them, who do you think?

- The aliens?

Are you talkin' aliens after you?

- You're the only one who can help me, Bart.

The only one.

- Cool!

Sure, I'll help you.

Come on, have a seat, and we'll talk about it.

- Your voice sounds different off the air.

- Yeah I know.

That's because this is my radio voice.

Ready, here we go.

Hello again, this is Major Bart Wells

and tonight, I have a surprise guest.

With me is.

- Uh.

- A Lieutenant X, a Pentagon secretary

whose name is being withheld

for fear of government reprisals.

And what would you like to say

to our radio audience tonight.

- Everything Bart says is right.

They, the aliens, killed my sister.

They dissect us and take us apart

to build organic space ships and things.

They've been here for centuries.

Everything is true.

I don't know about the DVD he's selling,

but everything I've heard him say is true.

I was working among them and didn't even know it

until I was shot with this.

(weapon clicks)

- Oh my god.

Is that a ray gun?

Is that an alien ray gun?

Oh my god.

- It's a pulsar pistol

that reverses the polarity of batteries

and causes them to explode.

It was developed by Comtech Defense Industries

which was just destroyed by the aliens last night.

- Holy cow.

Holy cow, now I don't know about you guys out there,

but I believe every word this young lady is saying.

Every word.

Please continue.

- I was shot by this weapon

and it reversed the polarity of my brain.

Now I can see them, and they're everywhere, Bart.

Everywhere!

This is the only thing that can bring down their spacecraft.

And they want it, Bart.

They want it bad, they probably followed me.

- Wow.

This is incredible, folks.

Just incredible.

America, I hope you're listening out there

because I believe every word

that's coming out of this young lady's mouth.

Every word.

- They're running the planet, Bart.

- They're running the planet.

- Yes, their leader is Veronica Grove--

- Uh, we'll be right back after a word from our sponsor.

- This crap is great, honey.

I mean great.

You're one of the best guests I've ever had in this world.

(electronic humming)

I mean really, listen, remember,

we never use names or addresses for legal reasons.

Is that gun real?

- Of course it's real.

Everything I've been telling you is true.

- You mean, you're not from

the Needles Little Dinner Theater of Arts and Talent?

- No!

I worked at Comtech.

- Tampax, what?

Let me see that gun.

(weapon zaps) (explosion booms)

What the hell was that?

- [Sarah] They're here, I told you, they followed me!

- Who followed you?

(weapon zaps) (explosion booms)

(suspenseful electronic music)

- They're here!

- Where?

- They're invisible to you.

(weapon zaps)

- Holy shit!

What the hell?

- Shit, they got away!

Come on!

You better come with me.

- I'm not going anyplace with you

because you are a mental case.

- If I'm a mental case,

what the hell just happened to your radio station?

- I don't know!

I don't know what happened,

some kind of a freak electrical thing, I guess.

- It was a UFO.

- Lady, I did not see any UFOs.

- That's because they're invisible!

- And I think you're a few cards shy of a full deck!

- You're the one person I thought that could help,

that would believe.

- Look, I'm sorry.

I just fill an air time on some AM nighttime radio station.

I sell radios and light bulbs,

and I talk science fiction crap, okay?

But that's all.

- If I shot you--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't point that thing at me.

- If I shoot you, you'll be able to see the aliens.

- I don't wanna be shot.

I don't want to see aliens!

Don't you get it?

I am a fraud, I'm a con artist.

There are no aliens, and you are completely nuts!

Look at my radio tower!

You did this!

I'm ruined, I'm out of business!

(aircraft whooshes)

- There's more on the way.

- Is that so?

- Get in the car.

- No!

- Move it, fat ass!

(tires screech)

(uptempo instrumental music)

I'm going to lower the gun.

- That would be so nice of you.

- Didn't you learn anything

when you were head of Project Blue Book?

- Project Blue Book?

(scoffs) I kind of exaggerated my military career.

I wasn't in the military.

I was a mechanic for military airplanes.

But I was so lousy at that, they made me a cook.

But I was a good cook.

What do you plan on doing with me?

- I need a place to hide.

The sky is filled with these things.

Then I suppose I'll let you go.

- [Bart] You'll let me go?

(crickets chirp)

- Comtech Defense Industries,

a government supplier of military equipment,

burned to the ground last night.

All employees are accounted for except this woman.

Sarah McKinnis is a software engineer at CDI.

She reported to work,

but has not been found at the burned facility

and has been missing ever since.

If anyone has seen this woman,

please contact the proper authorities.

- I'd like a room for the night.

- Sure.

How many?

- One.

- Just one.

- Cash or credit, no checks.

- [Sarah] Cash.

- Be around back.

It's real quiet.

Little trucks goin' by all night.

- Thanks.

- I'll walk you to your room.

- Got a heated pool.

Ice machine don't work.

Gotta come back here if you want ice.

(suspenseful music)

(sign buzzes)

- Well, it's big.

- Yeah, big.

- Still don't believe me, do you?

- You want me to be honest?

- Honest!

- I don't know what happened to my radio tower.

It might've been lightening.

It might have been your gun.

But from everything you told me,

it sounds like some industrial accident or something.

You admitted it scrambled your brain like an egg.

Sarah, this all might be happening in your mind.

I think you might need some help.

(Sarah groans)

- Another series of fires have broken out

in the city of Van Nuys.

The block between Valerio and Sherman Way

burst into flames.

Police suspect a fireworks factory run by illegal aliens.

Governor Jeb Burke, who is up for reelection next month,

has been publicly attacking California's leniency

towards illegal residents.

He arrived on the scene, and this is what he had to say.

- This is more damage caused by those illegal aliens

we tolerate in this state.

More damage that good, hard-working American taxpayers

will have to pay for

because of a few bad apples who hire them.

I promise you, when I'm reelected,

I will run every alien out of the state of California

and punish those companies who hire them.

- A recent investigation by Democrat John Waxman

found Governor Jeb Burke

employed several undocumented workers

at his mansion in Sacramento.

More after this.

(midtempo electronic music)

(gun clicks)

- Welcome home, ladies.

You know the drill.

Time for us to punish the sinners.

(gun clicks)

Let's go kick ass.

- Let's do it.

- Yeah.

- You think it was all in my mind?

You think I'm crazy?

My fucking sister is dead, did I make that up too?

- All right, all right, okay.

Just relax.

Just take it easy, that's good.

Just try and get some rest.

Try and go to sleep, Sarah.

And then tomorrow, when you've rested,

and everything's okay, you can turn yourself in.

You're not well, Sarah.

I mean, I think you might really be sick.

- Get out.

Bart, thanks, Bart.

I'll do what you say, I'm tired of running,

I'm tired of fighting alone.

(door knocks)

Hold it!

(weapon clicks)

(door knocks)

Go ahead.

Let them in.

- [Jenny] Sarah!

(Sarah gasps)

- [Sarah] What is this?

- Oh we were so worried about you.

- You, you're dead!

- No, we're not quite dead yet.

You caused us a lot of worry.

- What is this?

- Look Sarah, it's your friends.

And look, they're okay, just like I said.

Everything's gonna be all right.

- After the weapon discharged, you went a little crazy

and burned down the lab.

Completely not your fault.

You weren't in control of your mind.

- I imagined all this?

- Yeah, we had to beg the police

to finally send us in here

before something bad happened to you.

We want you to come with us

before someone really gets hurt.

- Yes, we'll get you fixed up.

- I didn't kill anyone?

- You caused a lot of damage, but nobody's hurt.

- I've been acting crazy.

I thought you were all dead.

I've been on the news.

- You've been all over the news.

Everybody is talking about it.

- Mom.

She hasn't, she doesn't know about this, does she?

- Don't worry.

I've explained everything to her.

- Well all right, then.

Everything's great!

Just like I keep telling you, Sarah.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Well, except for my radio tower, but that can be repaired.

Other than that, everything's terrific.

Come on, it's great.

- Yeah come on, let's go.

- Jenny, Jenny, mom has been dead for five years.

You lying bitch!

(dramatic music)

Bart, don't let him escape!

Kill them both!

(electronic warbling)

(gun fires) (policeman groans)

(gun fires)

(gun thuds)

(electronic warbling)

- Alien scum!

(knife thuds) (creature squeals)

He one of 'em?

- Yep.

(punch thuds)

- You have been all over the news, lady.

- Who are you?

- Don't you know, Bart?

Christ, I've been remote viewin' with you for years.

- Remote what?

Who are you people?

- We're your big fans, Bart.

- We're here to help you fight the aliens

you've been warning us about all these years.

- I bought all your DVDs and your wind-up radio.

The bomb.

- We also bought enough weapons

to kill a third world nation.

Stocked up ever since you warned us

about them global super-storms on the way.

- Nice.

- Police, freeze!

(electronic warbling)

You guys are in some deep shit.

- Die, scum! (gun fires)

(women laugh)

These green bastards have been sneakin' up on my ranch

and killin' my livestock for years.

Payback's a bitch.

- So am I.

- Me, too.

- What about the cops outside?

- You mean the ones that bleed red slime?

Don't have to worry about them anymore.

- Let's cut 'em up for tackle bait.

(women laugh)

- Stop, I know where their base is.

This one can help us get in that base,

and we can kill 'em all.

- What?

- You're the man, Bart.

Just give us the word, we'll kick some alien ass.

- Oh no.

- I'm using the remove viewing abilities

you taught me, Bart, to read the alien's brain.

They're plannin' something big.

An invasion.

- I knew it.

- Are you sure this is Bart Wells?

I mean you don't even sound like him.

- I am Major Bart Wells.

This is my radio voice.

- You seem a little, well, light in the loafers.

- What?

- He's Bart Wells, all right.

- So there.

- Guys, two days ago, I didn't know these things existed,

but they do exist, and they've been using us, exploiting us,

but damn it, we were born here.

This is our Earth, our home.

Let's take back the planet.

Let's send these bastards packing!

- [Women] Yeah!

(uptempo instrumental music) (tires screech)

- Listen, listen to reason.

I can cut a deal.

- Oh really?

- When we get to the mansion, I get you girls in,

then what?

You'll get yourselves killed, I mean, for what?

For what?

- Shut up.

- Let him talk.

- Listen to reason.

You don't have to be losers, you could be winners.

There are no more countries, we run the whole show.

This planet is business, and we're business people,

and we have our act together,

and we have a lot of human allies.

You could join them.

You can join the winning team,

and then you would be protected and cared for.

All of you have problems.

Financial problems, medical problems, credit problems.

We have the money and we have the medical nanotechnology

that would keep you healthy indefinitely.

You're reasonable people.

What do you say?

- What do we have to do?

- Take me back to the mansion,

you'll give up your weapons,

and then we'll work this whole thing out.

- You trust these space toads?

- I sense he's lying.

- I'll never forget the day those green toads abducted me.

I remember like it was yesterday.

I was on the farm, it was a beautiful, sunny day,

then they just showed up out of nowhere.

(birds chirp) (suspenseful music)

(leaves rustle)

Midnight.

Damn.

They got another one.

(dog barks)

(dramatic music) (horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

(horse sighs)

(aircraft whooshes)

(beam hums)

Gracie, no!

(horse whinnies)

(beam hums)

(horse whinnies)

(eerie music)

(electronic humming)

(suspenseful electronic music)

(woman screams)

(woman gasps)

(aliens chatter)

- You have to help me.

I can't walk, they took my legs.

They took my goddamn legs.

They're creating their spaceship out of people's body parts.

You gotta help me get outta here.

No, no!

(punch thuds)

(kick thuds)

You little alien!

You took my legs!

I'm gonna kill you, you!

You took my fucking legs, I'll kill you!

(explosion booms)

You fucking green-eyed piece of shit!

(man groans)

(machine beeps)

(spacecraft whooshes)

- If it wasn't for that guy and my fighting skills,

I'd be a part of that spaceship right now.

You trust these space toads?

- The minute we give up our guns, we're dead.

- Then keep your guns.

I will give you a big bag of cash as good will.

What do you say?

- I don't know.

Elizabeth, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- I'm on the same page.

Guys, I think it's time we change sides.

Okay, we'll go along with your plan, toad boy.

We'll sell out.

- Compromise is king, everybody's doing it.

You'll be glad that you did.

Oh, Bart.

We, the aliens, we really enjoy your show.

When we get there, you might have to pose for some pictures

and sign some autographs and stuff.

- The money better be there.

(suspenseful music)

- Gentlemen, our projections show that in two years

the United States, as well as all your nations,

will be under complete protection

by the Galactic World Order.

You are just a few of the human power elites

that we work with.

As our power grows, so will yours.

Now, from time to time,

skirmishes and religious wars will erupt.

This is necessary for us

to thin out the overpopulated planet

and make room for the psychons.

There will be starvation, riots, mass poverty and famine.

It won't be pretty.

But again, it is necessary for both our races

to survive and prosper.

(suspenseful music)

- [Ed] I've got some new allies to bring in.

- There's a meeting going on.

You might wait inside the car.

Get ready to blow the car and kill them all.

- He's gonna blow up the car,

don't let him get away from the car!

- Oh shit!

- I'll take the guard on the left.

- I'll take the right. (guns click)

- Hey Ed!

Ed.

- Now don't worry, I just need to talk to these guys.

- My friends are afraid

you're gonna blow up the car or something.

They're awful paranoid.

Can you wait beside the car?

- I just need to straighten something out.

You're supposed to stay in the car.

- But don't you want my picture?

I thought you liked my show?

(glasses clink)

Always happy to please my fans.

(suspenseful music)

- Say cheese!

- Cheese!

- [Woman] Hey Bart, check this out.

- Say dead!

(gun fires) (explosion booms)

(gun fires)

(explosion booms)

(uptempo electronic music)

- It's time to slap your people back into line.

(guns click) (weapons fire)

(objects clatter) (weapons fire)

(machine gun fires)

- Veronica, what the hell is this?

- It's time to slap your people back in line.

- No, I'm going with you.

- Deserting again, Jeb?

- God damm it, I'm an important man.

You gotta take me with you.

(electronic zapping)

(gun fires)

(alien yells)

(guns fire)

- God damn commies!

- Camel jockeys!

(guns fire)

(alien squeals)

(aircraft whirs)

(guns fire)

(explosion booms)

(aliens screech)

- Irv, look, you gotta get down there with some cameras.

This is the most incredible thing you've ever seen.

- Veronica!

You have a date in hell.

(uptempo metal music)

Bring the grenade.

(grenades clatter)

Pull back!

- Oh, gotta go!

- [Sarah] Duck and cover!

Get away from the house!

(electronic warbling)

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

(objects clatter)

- I can't believe it.

I see it.

I really see it!

(weapon hums)

(Brenda screams)

- Brenda no!

No!

(weapon zaps)

(weapon fires)

(explosion booms)

(alarm wails)

(weapon fires)

(explosions boom)

(alien groans)

- Hey get down!

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(alien groans)

- Oh my god.

It's all true.

- A military exercise gone horribly wrong

resulted the destruction of a home

owned by government employee Veronica Grove.

A Navy test missile lost control

and crashed into Miss Grove's mansion

during a Republican fundraiser.

Everyone was killed in the blaze.

- [Sarah] And then I was cleared of all charges

since the bodies vanished.

A lot of it still doesn't make sense to me.

- So there we have it.

I believe every word she said because I was there,

and I know it's true.

The aliens are out there, people.

Out here waiting.

Waiting to take over our world.

America, we've got to stick together.

Stick together and watch out.

Watch out for our sell-out politicians,

but most of all, keep looking, keep watching the skies.

(suspenseful electronic music)

(uptempo rock music)