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Mac? Mac, can you hear me?

Where are you?

I can hear you just fine.
We're circling around Manhattan.

Why? Do you need something?

I've got a job for you.
It's urgent.

There's a ship, the Caribbean Lady,
heading towards the Verrazano Bridge.

It's not answering our calls.

Can you go and check it out?

OK.

We're heading for the bridge.

Going UP-

Get a move on.
The old man's already called me six times.

This is a helicopter, not Concorde.

You try telling him that.
The ship's coming in fast.

We're above a lady holding a torch.
Tell me more about this ship.

The harbour master
spoke to the captain last night

and told him
to wait for permission to enter.

We've heard nothing since and
it's heading full tilt into the harbour.

Maybe their radio's broken.

Maybe.
But the captain should know the rules.

He should have stopped in the bay
instead of steaming into the harbour.

They must have drunk
all the whisky they're smuggling.

I'll go and wake them up.

Good man.

There it is, right there.

At 12 o'clock.

You're right, it's coming in fast.
It's breaking all the rules.

The captain must be off his head.

I'll go in for a closer look
and then call you back.

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Mac, I want to know too.
What can you see?

We can't see anyone on board.
It's pretty weird.

- Any signs of damage or fire?
- No, nothing.

I think something happened
all of a sudden.

What the heck do you mean?
What about the lifeboats?

They're all there.

- You'd better send a tug right away.
- OK, Mac. Will do.

Inform the health department and put
the ship in quarantine in an isolated dock.

OK.
I'll put the coastguard on alert.

What now?

- The tug's on its way. Go back.
- We're leaving now.

This is a restricted area.

I'm Dr Turner
from the Health Department.

I was told to come.

Right. The lieutenant's
waiting for you over there.

- Lieutenant Arras?
- Dr Turner.

Thank you for coming so quickly.
Pleased to meet you.

- So is this the mystery ship?
- Yes, the Caribbean Lady.

It was stopped by a tug. The men went
on board and shut down the engines.

What about the captain and the crew?

There wasn't a soul on deck.
Just a weird smell like something rotting.

- Where did it come from?
- The tropics. We're checking on it.

We need to do a hygiene check
below deck.

Of course.
There could be survivors in the cabins.

Lieutenant, I can't proceed without
a witness. You need to come with me.

- With you where?
- Onto the ship.

It's the last thing I want to do,

but the captain said I had to make myself
available to you, so here I am.

We need protective suits.
I want to go home in one piece.

Tell me about it!

Let's go and shed some light
on this mystery.

After you, Doctor.

We'd better split up.

Charlie, you and the sergeant
go that way.

We'll check the bridge.

It's like a film set.
Do you remember The Ghost Ship?

There must be an explanation.

You told me the captain radioed in
last night saying everything was fine.

A whole crew
can't just disappear into thin air.

Here's the log book.
Let's see what it says.

Here.
The last entry from last night.

It says they're on the 15th day
of their voyage

and will dock in New York
within 24 hours.

Good visibility, moderate south-easterly
wind of about seven knots, calm sea.

No mention of the crew.

Signed by the captain, Pedro Mendez.

Fine, but where have they all gone?

One thing's for sure, whatever happened
must have happened unexpectedly

because otherwise
it would be logged in here.

This must be the officers' mess.

- Shall we check it out?
- That's what we're here for.

- Shall I go first?
- Sure.

I thought you'd say that.

Here goes.

There's nobody here. We can go.

We'd better take a closer look.

We'll be here all night at this rate.

Where the hell
could these people have gone?

It looks like they left their dinner
half-eaten and jumped overboard.

Was the food really that bad?

Very funny, Doctor.

I wonder what's behind this door.
Shall I open it'?

That's what we're here for.

- You don't want to try?
- Come on, open it.

Oh, my God. Judging by his uniform
that must be Mendez, the captain.

Right.
He hasn't been dead for very long.

It looks like he was
hiding from something in there.

Look.
It's as if he's been torn apart.

- What could have happened?
- That's what I want to know.

Look at the state
of his skin and his clothes.

It's almost as if... I don't know...
It's almost as if he exploded.

- Exploded?
- Not because of a bomb.

It's like he exploded from inside.

Look at his stomach,
his chest cavity...

It's as if some force inside him
was unleashed.

Let's inspect the other areas.

Nothing here. This one's empty.

Let's look in here.

Doctor. Come here.

I've found another one.

My God.

He's literally in pieces.

One thing's for sure.

No disease or virus can reduce a person
to this state in such a short time.

The log book says everything was normal
up until last night.

Henry, call headquarters and tell them
we've got a major emergency. Be quick.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Did you see that?
He's just like the other two.

Arras was right,
this definitely can't have been a virus.

What could it have been, then?
There must be...

We've found loads more bodies
down here.

It's a horrible sight.
It's like they exploded.

He's right, Lieutenant. And there's
this green slime coming from the hold.

- Green slime?
- We wanted to tell you before we went in.

- Is the door open?
- Yes.

Let's go and have a look.

There's loads of coffee here.

"Univerx".
Strange name for Colombian coffee.

- What do you think, Lieutenant?
- Don't ask me.

My doctor won't even let me sniff it.

This "X" looks strange.
It's written in different lettering.

- It must be their trademark.
- Right.

Everything seems normal here.

Yeah, apart from all the dead bodies.

I don't think it was the coffee
that killed those men.

Hold on a minute. What's
over there on the floor? That's not coffee.

- What are they, Doctor?
- I don't know.

Whatever they are,
they came out of these cases.

Do you think the other cases
are full of that stuff?

Probably.
Something very strange is going on.

- What do you think they are, Doctor?
- I've no idea.

I've never seen anything like them.

They look like giant pumpkins
or some strange kind of fruit.

I think they look like big eggs.

Doctor, look behind you.

- Where?
- Under the pipes.

It looks like the other eggs
but it's bigger.

It looks like it's throbbing
with a kind of heartbeat.

They're hot.

There must be steam or hot water
running through these pipes.

The heat must have
an effect on them.

Maybe it makes them develop
more quickly.

That would explain why the others
are still green and smaller.

Of course, like being in an incubator.

Do you think they've got anything to do
with those men dying?

I don't know. We'd have to examine them
in the lab to be sure.

- All right, I'll get it.
- Be careful, it could be dangerous.

Don't worry.

And as soon as I was informed
I gave orders to isolate the pier

and place it
under constant supervision.

Good. Put emergency plan
number seven into effect.

Has General Hazon been informed?

Yes. A group of experts
should be here in a couple of hours.

What about the man who survived?

They've just finished
decontaminating him.

He's Lieutenant Arras
from the Police Department.

- He's the one who informed us.
- Let's go and see him.

Sure.

Has the decontamination process
been completed?

Five more minutes.

He's undergone all the necessary tests.

The results don't show any abnormal
or active microorganisms on his body.

Right. As long as we're dealing with
microorganisms we already know about.

I'm sick of being in here. When I get out,
I'm going to make you pay for...

- Arras, try to control yourself.
- What? Can you hear me?

You can hear me!

You've got some nerve
telling me to control myself.

They've smoked me like a herring,

turned me back to front and inside out
like a sock for six hours

and left me here for two hours
to freeze my balls off.

And now you stroll in here telling me
to control myself. Listen, sweetheart.

Please don't call me sweetheart,
young man.

You're the one who shouldn't be
calling me young man, sweetheart.

It may not be apparent
but I'm a police lieutenant, sweetheart.

And I'm a colonel.

Security Service, directly responsible
to the Pentagon. Special Division Five.

- Any other comments, Lieutenant?
- No, sir.

I mean no, ma'am.

- At ease, Lieutenant.
- Yes, of course, thank you. Excuse me.

- You don't need to salute me.
- Of course.

As of now I am officially in charge
of the Caribbean Lady case.

Now, what exactly
did you see on board?

You talked about eggs.
Is that correct?

Well... to tell you the truth,
they did look like eggs.

But they were the size
of a melon or a football.

There were lots of cases in there
with "Univerx" written on one side.

There were hundreds of them.

- Was the ship's hold full of them?
- Yes, sir. I mean yes, ma'am.

I'm afraid it was.

One of the cases had fallen over

and an egg had rolled
under a big heating pipe.

And the egg...

- The egg was ripening.
- What do you mean?

It was different.
It wasn't green like the others.

It looked like it was breathing,
like it was alive.

That was the one that sprayed the slime
on the poor doctor and made him...

I need to see
one of those eggs immediately.

But we have to be extremely careful.

Call in the special section,
squad number two.

- You want to freeze the eggs?
- Yes.

The eggs and all the ship's cargo.

I don't know yet
what kind of organism we're dealing with,

but whatever substance there is
inside those eggs

will be neutralised by freezing.

Then we'll see.

All right,
I'll take care of that right away.

Speaking of freezing,
could I have my clothes?

For security reasons, your
personal effects have been destroyed.

- You'll be issued with a set of overalls.
- What? Destroyed?

What about my credit cards?

My watch? My wallet? My badge?

Find the lieutenant
a new pair of underpants.

There. That's the thing
that killed those poor men.

Macmillan.

- Here, Doctor.
- You pick it up, Young.

The first tests
all show the same results.

This isn't a plant, it's
an intensive culture of unknown bacteria.

Maybe pathogenic
and definitely lethal.

- Artificial?
- I don't know yet.

But what we could define
as the yolk of this egg

is a culture that's designed to ripen.

It reacts to heat.

When the temperature rises
its cells mutate and it becomes lethal.

- How?
- Come and have a look.

Watch this.

As you can see, I'm extracting a sample
of the substance from inside the egg.

What's that stuff?

It caused those men's deaths,
didn't it?

Exactly.
It's 100 per cent active.

Now watch.

I'm now going to inject
some of this liquid into the animal.

There. We just have to wait.
The effect's almost instantaneous.

My God.

I saw it happen to humans.

It's terrifying.

Do you have any idea
how or why this happens?

We need more time for the tests.

If you need help, don't worry.

The State Department
can open any door.

We could call Hilton
at the University of Michigan.

He's the top expert on artificial
bacterial cultures and mutagens.

We can have him here in three hours.

- Can you see to that, Young?
- Right away.

I feel responsible for all this.

If I'd alerted you straightaway
when that ship was towed in,

there would have been
three less deaths

and you would have had
more time to investigate.

I don't think you were responsible
for notifying me, Lieutenant.

- Can I go?
- No. You're staying here.

What else can I do?

Don't underestimate yourself.
You can't leave here because I need you.

Well, if I really am necessary...

To be honest, I don't really
need you working with me.

But seeing as you've been involved
in this business right from the start,

I'd rather keep the number of people
who know about it to a minimum.

Have I made myself clear?

Yes. Maybe too clear.

Where do we start?

First we need to find out who
was supposed to receive this lethal cargo.

I've already checked.
It's an import-export company.

They don't have an office,
just a warehouse in the Bronx.

Oh, my God, that's their plan.
That's where the central sewer is.

- Sewer?
- Yes, sewer.

Sewers are damp, warm and snug,
just like a massive incubator.

Imagine a hundred of those eggs
scattered around New York's sewers.

They'd blow up the entire city
in a few hours.

Hold on a minute. The ship was going
to be unloaded tomorrow morning.

Right. Whoever was supposed to receive
this cargo may not know about it yet.

We might catch them by surprise.

De Silva, you go first.

Open up!

Open up!

There's somebody in there,
I'm sure.

It's probably the watchman.

What do you want
at this time of night?

Police check.
We've got a search warrant.

Open up.

OK, OK, OK.

- Young!
- Open fire!

Drop your guns.

Go on. You're surrounded.
There's no way out.

No. You stay here.

Bring in the flamethrowers.

The flamethrowers? Why?

It's the safest way
to destroy those eggs.

Go on, burn everything.

First you freeze all the ship's cargo,

now you're burning these.

You don't believe in half-measures.

I'm just doing my duty.

You must have realised by now
that national security is at stake.

And probably even more too.

Dr Hilton and I have managed
to analyse the composition of the eggs.

There.
Segmented dodecahedric cells.

They never showed us those
at police college.

They don't actually exist in nature.
Not in our nature.

Or in the mutations
we've been able to create up till now.

As you can see, the cells of these eggs
have a silicon-based structure

whereas all terrestrial organisms' cells
are carbon-based.

Terrestrial organisms?

We think these don't belong
to our planet.

You mean
that they could come from space?

Why not?

How many worlds are there
in the universe?

Millions. Maybe billions.

Sure, they're millions of light years
away from Earth.

But perhaps a life form like this doesn't
have the same concept of time as us.

It remains inert and shapeless,

passive

as long as it stays in the freezing
temperatures of sidereal space.

But if it falls
into an atmosphere like ours,

the heat can activate its seeds
and make the eggs grow.

If you're talking
about spores drifting around in space,

they have one chance in several billion
of falling here on Earth.

And so it's practically impossible.
Completely.

Unless they come...

from a much closer planet.

Of course!

Try to imagine that it all happened

not because the seeds
that generate the eggs came to us,

but because we went to them.

A man could easily
have brought the seeds here.

But a man
would never do anything like that.

The warehouse guards might have been
crazy hotheads but they were still men.

Yes, but people can't just go into space
and come back without anybody knowing.

We knew about it.

We've always known about it
right from the start.

Don't you remember
the mission to Mars?

Hubbard,
one of the project's two astronauts,

the first one
to set foot on the red planet,

was slightly crazy
when he came back to Earth.

He said strange things
had happened to him at the Martian Pole.

Yes, but the other astronaut, Hamilton,
said that Hubbard had dreamt it.

Don't you remember what else Hubbard
said when he came back? He spoke of...

That's right. Now I remember.
He said he'd seen eggs.

Yes. Eggs. Long, oval eggs.

Eggs like footballs.

Like that one over there behind us.

I think Hubbard wasn't as crazy
as we all thought he was.

Me included.

Right. We need to find Hubbard
as quickly as possible.

Are you sure this is the house?

It's the most recent address
in our files.

I'd rather go by myself.
You wait here.

- All right. If you need me, whistle.
- OK.

Why does she want to go by herself?

Well, Stella Holmes
was on the committee

that questioned Hubbard
after his mission to Mars.

She was one of those who said he
was crazy when he returned from space.

Maybe she feels a bit guilty.

I didn't think she was capable
of human reactions.

Yes, we know each other,
Commander Hubbard. I'm Stella Holmes.

Colonel Holmes.
Special Division Five.

You're the last person I want to see.

What else do you want from me?
Haven't you put me through enough...

Stop it, Hubbard.
Don't overdo it.

I fully understand your bitterness,

seeing as I was on the committee
that questioned you.

Questioned?

You judged me and convicted me,
Colonel.

I was kicked out like some...

some crazy visionary.

Why have you come here anyway?

Has your curiosity returned?

Come on, Colonel,
what do you want to know now?

How many times a week I screw?

If you're always like this, you wouldn't
even be able to get it up using a crane.

- What do you want?
- Information. And I want it right now.

Time is of the essence.
This is a very serious matter.

Here.

Do you recognise this drawing?

What about this one?

Why do you keep tormenting me?

Can't you see that this whole business
has been over and done with for years?

These are your drawings.

This is what you claim
to have seen on Mars, right?

Why won't you leave me alone?

I never saw anything.

You were right. I made a mistake during
that mission. Nothing strange happened.

I know what you went through.

Shame, dishonour.

Everybody was against you and
treated you like a hallucinating madman.

And you were with them.

You were right in the front row.

Yes, I remember you,
Colonel Holmes.

I remember you only too well.

With your top-of-the-class attitude,
your sarcasm, your smugness.

Always so sure of yourself.
Always so damn...

Conceited and arrogant.
You're right.

Now I know.

You were always right, all along.

Does this look like what you saw?

But...

this is a photograph.

There haven't been
any more missions to Mars.

No. These were found here on Earth.
Thousands of them.

- Here?
- Yes, here, in the United States.

We found them by chance
and burnt them.

But how many of them are left, where,
and what exactly they are, we don't know.

Hubbard, you're the only one who can
help us. You said you saw them on Mars.

You do remember, don't you?

Look, it was all...

all such a long time ago.

Please tell me what happened on Mars
two years ago.

You know everything about our mission.

We reached Mars
and landed on the polar ice cap.

Hamilton and I got out
and had a look around.

After a while we came to an opening,

a kind of cave in a mountain of ice.

And... And then we...

Go on.
What happened after that?

It's all so confused, it's...

It's difficult to remember.

Well... we went into the cave.

It was dark and strangely humid.

It was there that we saw the eggs.

Oh, my God,
there were so many of them.

They were green...
like the one in your photograph.

Then we heard a noise
coming from the back of the cave,

as if something was approaching.

Something terrible, radiating a light.

- A light?
- Yes.

It was moving slowly towards us

and the cave was filling up

with a blinding, hypnotic light.

I looked at Hamilton

and his eyes...

Hamilton was beginning to...

was beginning to...

Hamilton!

Mars has always stimulated
man's imagination.

It is a common belief that there
are other life forms in our solar system,

particularly on Mars.

HG Wells imagined Martians
as tentacled monsters invading Earth.

Others portrayed them
as little green men.

But as far as that cave was concerned,

there was absolutely nothing inside it.

No life forms,
just rocks and ice like the rest of Mars.

And so...

I'm sorry to have to contradict
my colleague Hubbard.

Our mission pushed us
beyond human limits.

We came close to a nervous breakdown
more than once.

I was just luckier than my poor friend,
that's all.

Son of a bitch.
He even managed to convince me.

Now we know that Hamilton lied.

But I don't understand.

If he'd seen those eggs, why did he
deny it? Let's question Hamilton again.

If we could, we would.

But it's not possible.

I don't have a gift
for bringing corpses back to life, Major.

Unfortunately Hamilton died
six months ago.

- What?
- Yes.

His private jet went down
off the coast of Florida.

So, Colonel, who could be responsible?
Hubbard?

You saw the state he's in.

But he was the first person
to talk to us about the eggs.

And so I think we need to take
the investigation in a different direction.

What do you intend to do?

Well, I do actually have a plan.

If I could call the Pentagon
and persuade them to authorise me...

Call the airport
and book three seats on the first flight.

Tourist class, like regular passengers.

Invent three names
and get three fake passports.

OK.

Did Washington give the green light?

Yes, but with certain conditions,
as usual.

I've only got 72 hours
to solve the case.

If I don't, they'll raise the alarm

and call a special session
of the Security Council.

That means
the people controlling the eggs

will be able to find
a safer hiding place.

Exactly.
We've got to stop them before then.

Luckily we already have a lead.

Do you mean that coffee company
in South America?

Very good.

I'm glad to know that you're
not such an idiot after all, especially...

What's that?

Since I've decided
to bring you with me.

It's very flattering to know that
your superiors appreciate you. I mean it.

We're leaving right away.
Go and pack.

There's no need.

I travel light.

Well, go and get a spare comb, then.
Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

You two would rather be alone.

See you later.

Have fun.

So what are you going to do?

Are you coming with us?

No. I got out a long time ago.

Didn't you countersign
my discharge?

I can reinstate you in your previous grade
in 48 hours if that's what you want.

I don't give a damn about your grades.
What good have they done me?

With all my diplomas and merits,
I'm still a wreck.

OK.

You can sit there and wallow in self-pity
if that's what you want.

But I was convinced that...

under that wreck
there was still a man.

A man who had the guts to go to Mars.

A man who fought to the end
for what he believed was right.

A man who could help us save this damn
planet from a fate worse than death.

But that man remained up there
on the glaciers of Mars

and there's nothing left of him...

- If you were a man, I'd...
- What would you do? Nothing.

You wouldn't do anything. You're no
longer capable of doing anything.

You're a wimp.
You're only half a man.

That's just so you realise
it's best not to mess with me.

Right.

That's just how I like you, Hubbard.

Now, do you fancy
a little trip to South America?

They've arrived.
They're at the Hotel Prado.

Three separate rooms.

On the second floor.

I don't know who the guy in the middle is,
but he looks like a cop.

She's Stella Holmes.
A first-class brain.

Too bad.

And then... look who it is.

My old friend Hubbard
from the Mars mission.

He's the only one
we still haven't been able to get.

But his turn will come.

What do you intend to do?

Don't worry, darling.

They haven't found out anything yet.

We're running this game.

Since they're on our territory,
let's start by sending them a welcome gift.

Stella Holmes will be first.

The coffee factory's here.

If this is their headquarters,

the egg plantation
should be somewhere in this area.

If the eggs are there,
I'll find them.

Very good. You can fly over this area
tomorrow morning.

Arras and I will search
the coffee factory.

Let's not take anything for granted.

Remember that you're dealing
with something from another planet.

We've already lost
a whole day travelling.

We'll make up for it tomorrow.

We're in big trouble if we don't,
along with the rest of humanity.

Well, if we don't have a bite to eat

this piece of humanity
could be in big trouble very soon.

- Shall we go and eat?
- Not yet. In half an hour.

- Why not now?
- Because I want to wash and change.

Jesus, the world's about to be wiped out
and you're worried about getting changed.

Listen, Arras, if I'm going to be wiped out
with the rest of the world,

I'd rather be wearing a nice dress
and clean underwear.

What the colonel's trying
to tell you, Arras,

is that some people travel with more
than just a comb and a pair of pyjamas.

I sleep naked.
I don't wear pyjamas.

Out. I want to have a shower.

She said out. Didn't you hear?

I said out.

- I was talking to both of you.
- OK.

What a shame.
Such a beautiful woman.

Is something wrong with her
or is she happily married?

Of course.
To a whip and a test tube.

You know, I think the colonel
would have been in her element

in one of those ice caves on Mars.

Deep down all women are the same.

It's just a question
of knowing how to handle them.

- I know how to do it, if I say so myself.
- Really?

Don't worry,
I'm not going to try it on with Stella.

I'm a warm-blooded creature.
I don't like the cold.

- I'll see you at lunch.
- In half an hour? Very good.

See you later.

Didn't you say
you didn't like the cold?

Yes, you're right.
I'd better turn off the air conditioning.

It's not the only thing
you should turn off.

All right, all right.

- I'll come and get you in half an hour.
- All right.

Who's there?

Oh, my God!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Hello?

Could you give me the number
of the airport, please?

Help!

Can I speak to the operator, please?

Can you put me through to Miss Stella
Holmes' room? Number 227. Thank you.

Help!

Help!

Get me out of here!

Help!

Hubbard!

I'm sorry, sir,
there's no answer from room 227.

That's fine, no problem.
Thank you.

- Ready?
- Yes, I was just waiting for you.

Are we going to eat here in the hotel
or go somewhere else?

I think we'll do
what the colonel decides, as usual.

I think we should call her.

No, let's go and eat on our own.

- Yeah, but she...
- No, no, no. Let's leave her alone.

If she's hungry
she can order room service.

What, an ice lolly?

It's strange, though.
It's not like her to be late.

You're right.

When I put a "Do not disturb" sign
on my door

it's because I'm doing serious stuff,
not just having a shower.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

Maybe we'd better knock.

No, come on.
What if she's sleeping?

Don't worry.

I'll take the blame.

Help!

Help!

Hubbard, get me out of here!

Help!

Hubbard! Hubbard!

Help!

Get me out of here!

Just a little.

Bon app�tit.

Thank you.

- This is a local speciality.
- Really?

I got them to make it for you

to celebrate the untimely
and tragic demise of Stella Holmes.

What's wrong?

The egg.

The egg.

But...
What's happened to the egg?

I felt it inside me, like I always do.

Another one of our creatures
has been sacrificed in vain.

It was all to no avail.

That woman is still alive.

- But... that's impossible.
- I know she is.

I can feel...

I can feel that she's alive.

The egg didn't manage to kill her.

Out! Everybody out!
Leave me alone.

You too. Out!

This place looks really bleak.

I've got this nasty feeling
inside my head.

- It could mean we're on the right track.
- Yeah...

It could also mean
that we're heading straight into a trap.

Would you feel safer
if we had the Marine Corps as back-up?

I don't aspire to be a national hero,

I'm happy
with a modest police pension.

Hello. We phoned this morning.
Are you Mr Gomez?

No, sir. That's Mr Gomez.

Gomez, these are the Americans
who called about the coffee order.

This is Mr Gomez.

Hello, my name's Arras.
Pleased to meet you.

- Hello, Mr Gomez.
- Shall we go in?

Of course. This way.

As you can see,
we use the most modern equipment.

We have 200 employees
in various departments,

which each have a different function.

Here the coffee is roasted
at different temperatures

depending on where it is exported.

We roast three tons every day.

If you teamed up with a Swiss cattle farm
you'd make great cappuccino.

Madam?

This American lady and gentleman
would like information about our coffee.

Yes, I was waiting for them.
You can go.

I'm Perla de la Cruz, the owner.
How can I help you?

Well, we'd like to buy
a large batch of your coffee.

You see, we know
that you have this very unique type.

Yes, a very special kind.

I know you recently sent a large shipment
to New York on the Caribbean Lady.

That's right.

- Really?
- Yes.

Doesn't that name
mean anything to you?

Frankly, no.
We send shipments all over the world.

But if you'd like to get an idea
of the various kinds of coffee we produce,

follow me.

- Then, you can choose the one you like.
- Excellent idea.

We have
a complete production chain here,

including instant
and decaffeinated coffee.

The various operations are controlled
by electronic machines.

Each unit is vacuum-packed
and contains 200 grams of coffee.

This way, please.

This is where the coffee is
unloaded and stored before processing.

Our plantations are nearby.

Interesting, isn't it?

There we are.
We've reached the end.

The end? What does that mean?

All your questions
will be answered here.

This is proof that you're the one
cultivating those eggs, right?

Yes.

But I'm not alone.

I'm the head of this operation.

Hamilton!

You're still alive?

Yes, but luckily you won't be able
to tell anyone.

A map...

and a flare pistol.

It's not much
but it's better than nothing.

- Arras?
- Yes, Colonel Holmes.

You can call me Stella.

Thanks.

- My name's Tony.
- OK.

Well, Tony,

if only we'd listened
to your sound Brooklyn cop instinct

instead of my MIT-graduate calculations.

You're right.

I told you I felt something
scratching my head from the inside.

A premonition.
I'm very receptive.

Maybe it's because
I've got a low IQ.

You want to know something?
Now I can tell you.

You've always made me feel
like a caveman.

You're the first woman in my whole life

that I didn't have the guts
to try it on with.

What a pity.

Maybe this was the one time
that it was really worth trying.

Turn around towards me.

It's not much, I know.

It's the most fantastic thing

that's happened to me
in my whole life.

Who did this?

It was...

zombies.

White zombies.

White zombies.

Come on! Move!

This way. Hurry up!

Get a move on.
First squad, sector A.

Second squad, sector B.

Only pick the ripe ones.

White zombies.

Watch out.
Handle those eggs carefully.

Slowly. Slowly!

I said slowly!

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

On your feet.

It's time to go.

Where?

To the Cyclops.

- The Cyclops?
- Yes.

The Cyclops.

Hey, you.
Where the hell do you think you're going?

That's not your place.
Get in the front.

Come on, we've got to go.

Hundreds of eggs
are being collected right now.

Everything will be ready in a few days.

The cases will be shipped
all around the world.

This time there won't be any mistakes.
No one will stop us.

What's the purpose of all this, Hamilton?
It's absolute madness.

What's the purpose of a living being?

To grow, multiply, survive.

Eat so as not be eaten.
Kill so as not be killed.

The strongest creature
will crush the weakest.

- You're not talking like a human being.
- He's not a human being.

He was once
but sadly he isn't any more.

You can't understand me.

A superior being
is speaking to you through me.

He can destroy you
with the mere power of his mind.

No, he's not that superior.

You were destroyed, Hamilton.
Hubbard wasn't.

His mind resisted on Mars
and now it can resist again here.

It will destroy your damned master,
the monster that's dominating you.

Yes, that's true.
Hubbard resisted.

But he no longer exists,
Colonel Holmes.

We arranged
for his little plane to be sabotaged.

Hubbard is dead.

Dead?

- Everything all right?
- Yes. We've collected 240 eggs.

Excellent.
Give me the checklist.

This is the Cyclops
who creates the eggs.

He grew out of the tiny seed
that I brought back from Mars.

He produces the eggs
and the heat causes them to ripen.

Go on.

He's calling you.

He wants you.

Go!

Tony.

Tony... Tony, no!

- Shut up!
- Let me go.

- It's no use.
- Tony!

Tony, stop!

Tony! Stop!

He's in his power.

One false move and I'll shoot you.

Hubbard!

So you know who I am.

Then you'll also know
that I've got nothing to lose.

Where do you incubate the eggs'?

It's too late.
Hamilton has captured your friends.

Hamilton?

Yes, your old friend Hamilton.

Where are they?

Where are they?

In the forbidden room.

Take me there.

Move!

Tony!

No!

No!

Look.

Look!

Look.

Now go.

It's your turn.

If you say one word, you're dead.

Kill him! He's a spy.

Stop!

No!

Hamilton! Watch out!

If you shoot you'll hit her.

No! Hamilton, don't shoot.

Don't do what the Cyclops commands.

Don't shoot! No!

Stella!

Damn you!

This way! Surround the factory.

Block off the area.

We're safe. It's doomed now.

Let's go.

Stop!

- Come on.
- Keep moving.

Go on, keep going.

Poor Hamilton.

It wasn't his fault.

The man you saw
was just an appendage of that monster.

Completely under his power from the
moment they met in that cave on Mars.

Right, and they both died
at the same time.

But the real Hamilton

never came back to Earth.

He stayed up there.

On Mars,

on the Cyclops star.

From now on
it'll be hard for us to look at the sky

without thinking
that maybe somewhere in space

there's still something waiting.

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