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Think you got a chance?

Been priming this engine all week.

It's all anyone's talking about.

You and Tommy dueling for the crown.

What do I get if I win?

First guy to beat Tommy Cranston.

Do I get you back?

I know you don't like Tommy.

You and I, that was another life.

It's high school.

Yeah, right.

Nothing lasts forever.

Tommy.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

So, still got the hearts for Coleman, huh? No.

So you ready to eat my dust sucker

In 1564, Nostradamus predicted the destruction of Earth in three terrifying

waves. The first wave is here.

Wade Foster.

These are my journals.

They killed my wife, framed me for murder.

Now I run, but I don't hide.

But the Nostradamus is my guide. I seek them. I hunt them.

I will stop.

The first wave.

Quatrain 88, Century 9.

Their doom was sealed at the gate.

Steel chariots vanished in still, clear night.

What do the first two lines of this Nostradamus quatrain have to do with Ash

Grove, Missouri?

A small Midwestern town that bills itself as Hot Rod Heaven?

Crazy Eddie made the connection.

He tapped into an internet chat room to hear a couple of kids discussing the

mysterious disappearance of one Jason Coleman, a drag racer and car mechanic.

An earthly explanation?

Or is this another experiment initiated by the aliens who've come to our planet?

Gentlemen, start your engines.

That's what I'm here to find out.

Hi.

Name's Cade Hall.

I'm with the Transportation Safety Board.

He's cute.

We forget to wear our seatbelts, officer.

Maybe you'll have to come. I investigate highway accidents.

I remember a kid disappeared out on Highway 714 a couple nights back.

Jason Coleman?

Yeah, that's him.

And are you there the night that he disappeared?

Nope.

You know how I can reach his family, parents, whatever?

Well, thanks anyway.

Hey, Mr. Hall.

Call me Cade.

Jason was a friend of mine.

His parents died years ago.

He lived with his brother Danny at the corner of Dundas and Ellsman.

So...

Who's this?

Name's Cade.

He's with the transportation board about Jason.

Just trying to file a report, routine inquiry.

Tommy Cranston. I'm the one who drag-raced Jason the other night.

You tell me what happened?

Well, I don't know. He just disappeared.

You searched the area? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, couldn't find nothing. We figured maybe, uh, the mist just made it look

like he vanished.

Yeah, it was a bit misty that night.

File a report with the cops?

The cops got it out for us, Rogers, man.

For them, this would just be another straw.

Now, I feel... bad about what happened to Jason, but he knew the deal.

We die to drive and drive to die.

Danny Coleman?

Kate Hall. I'm with the Transportation Safety Board.

We got a report that your brother was involved in Highway 714.

They sent you all the way down to Ashgrove for this?

We try and investigate all reports.

The whole thing's a hoax.

A stupid town legend.

Sir, I don't know what you're talking about.

The ghost highway.

People driving along and vanishing into thin air.

It's a bunch of crap.

Are you saying that other people have vanished?

So they say.

My guess?

Started by town council to increase tourism.

You don't believe the stories.

I don't believe in the tooth fairy either.

Look, Jason's a screw-up.

Always will be.

Try a strip joint over the state line.

You'll find him sucking back beer.

and flipping bills at the dancers.

What about eyewitnesses who say his car just vanished?

I'm a graduate physics student, Mr. Hull.

Cars don't just vanish.

If it was my brother, I'd want to check it out.

It's not your brother, is it?

If he's gone, he's gone.

Hey, sir. I'm late, buddy.

I'm nailing my tire on my way into Ashgrove.

No problem.

So how's it going with Jason Coleman?

It's going.

You okay?

Yeah.

I don't give a damn, Eddie.

Where the hell should I?

A guy who can care less for his own brother disappears.

Who, Jason's brother?

You don't know what their deal is.

Thanks.

I'm done, Eddie.

I'm done.

What are you talking about?

I'm hanging it up.

I'm going to afford you a passport to head up north.

My cousin owns a fishing boat up in Newfoundland.

I just go up there and get lost.

You serious?

Yeah, I'm serious.

Pieces, Kate.

You got an obligation.

Don't feed me any of that Nostradamus crap, all right?

And we got a stupid book with a bunch of predictions and we follow it like it's

the Holy Gospel.

Those quatrains are gold, man. And where's he getting this?

Where are they getting us? Hey, hey.

We're no closer to exposing those sons of bitches than we were three months

ago.

I'm talking about your wife.

Let me leave that out of this, Eddie.

Just leave her out of it, all right?

Screw Nostradamus.

And screw saving the world.

I don't even like this world.

I'm talking about revenge, man. Pure and simple.

They killed your wife.

I can go from here to Timberland.

Revenge, huh?

And what's in it for you?

This is all I got.

Strong.

Figured I might find you here.

What do you want?

Can I talk to you in private?

Yeah.

I found this in the house after you left.

Folks gave it to Jason on his 10th birthday.

48 hours later, they were dead.

Jason would have never left town without it.

Darcy mentioned you folks passed on.

Darcy?

When did you speak to her?

The other day.

In that parking lot where all the kids hang out.

I hate that girl.

Why?

Because she broke Jason's goddamn heart, that's why.

Class couple in the yearbook, five years running.

And when she dumped him, it's like he gave up on his whole life.

His future? His parents died in a car accident and all he cares about is cars?

He got 800 on his SATs.

Now he's a grease monkey.

Some of my best friends are grease monkeys.

You know what I mean.

He could do better.

Be a physics student?

I downloaded some information I thought you might find interesting.

I used to think this stuff a bunch of BS, but who knows?

Maybe it'll help.

Do you mind if I hang on to these?

Be my guest.

Hey.

I'll let you know if I come up with anything.

So he's like your new partner on this?

He's Jason's brother.

A physics student.

So?

So you're dissatisfied with my training in physics? Is that what this is all

about?

Eddie, you're a genius.

A paranoid genius, but still a genius.

I thought maybe I could learn something from you.

Let's get back to work.

Dale and Lydia Nash disappeared on Highway 714 on July 24, 1964.

A witness walking on the road commented that Nash was driving at extremely high

speeds.

Escaped felon Cliff Markham led police on a wild chase down Highway 714.

Sheriff K-Line said that Markham just vanished into thin air.

Biker is one common thread.

They were all driving at high speeds.

All right, let's see what Nostradamus says.

Their doom was sealed at the gate. Steel chariots vanished in still clear

night.

What do you think he meant by gate?

Is he talking about a portal?

It's too early to speculate until we know the exact locations the cars

disappeared.

Look, man, the variable distances between the cars.

Hold it. Hold it, Eddie. Let's do this yellow flash.

Okay.

The Nash's were turning from Kansas City to their home on Narrow Street in Ash

Grove.

Cliff Markham left the Farmer Regional Bank.

and was most likely headed for the Kansas-Missouri border.

The biker left... Reverend Smith

left the Ash Grove Community Chapel and was heading back to

Abernathy.

They all intersect on Highway 714.

near mile marker 262

So your watch ran backwards.

Get a new watch.

You're the physics student, not me.

Is it possible that the marker has something to do with Jason's

disappearance?

Who are you?

Agent Mulder of the traffic files?

Hey, we once had a seven-car pileup on account of Bigfoot crossing the highway.

This town was founded by mineral and gold prospectors in the early 1800s.

The ground is seeded with mineral ore.

Cobalt, iron, iridium.

That's what caused your, uh... How do you explain that blue Chevy car?

You were tired.

I was wide awake.

What are you saying?

That Tommy's car just came out of another dimension?

Well, you're the one who gave me all the newspaper articles.

I didn't say I believed them.

Look.

But I just cannot wrap my head around any explanation that doesn't bear any

relation to reality.

Trust me.

Reality is not all it's cracked up to be.

For instance, this piece I chipped off the marker in reality.

What the hell is it?

It's like a magnet, but it works in reverse.

Look, I could use your help, you being a physics genius and all.

Physics student.

I'd say nothing about being a genius.

Yeah, well, I got a friend of mine who is.

Name's Eddie.

His trailer's parked by the old barn off Route Number Six.

Where you going?

I'm gonna find out more on Tommy Cranston.

Hi. What do you want?

You were with Tommy the night Jason disappeared, weren't you?

I already told you, no.

Can you tell me a little bit more about Tommy?

You better watch yourself, Tommy, or you'll kick your ass.

Funny how you don't seem to care about Jason, considering you were a class

couple five years running.

Who the hell do you think you are? Someone who's gonna figure this out.

You don't work for any transportation board.

Who cares where I'm from?

I don't know Jason, but I bet she's a pretty good guy.

Maybe you should think about him.

What

were

you doing?

It's that investigator idiot.

And what did you tell him?

What you told me to say, that I wasn't there.

Good.

Why are you trying to cover this up? I told you cops hate us rotters.

He's not a cop.

He works for the government. That's even worse.

Next time I catch him, I am going to lay a beating on his ass.

Huh?

DVG's got some new hitters on the Camaro. You want to check it out?

Uh, no, I've, um, got some errands to run.

All right.

Come by, okay, baby?

Yeah.

You're with the Transportation Safety Board.

Not officially.

I work with Kate on a case-by-case basis.

You guys are both weird.

I look space cadet. I didn't ask for your help. And frankly, I got no idea

what a wet-behind-the-ears graduate student is going to contribute to

solving this problem.

So sit down, shut up, listen and learn.

Modified an oscilloscope to measure electromagnetic energy.

A lot of budget cuts to the old transportation safety board.

Funny guy.

Well, check this out.

It's pulse patterns in anomaly.

It's peaking. I've never seen a pulse rate like this.

Longitude 77, latitude 25.

You know where that is?

Educate me.

Cat Island.

The geographical center of the Bermuda Triangle.

You honestly think this old book can be helpful?

Glorious terrain left undefended till the river changes course.

I know what that means.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Educate me.

One speculative theory.

Advanced by Professor Mierenberg at the Munich University suggests that the

disappearances in the Bermuda Triangle might be the product of a rift in the

space-time continuum.

A rift to another dimension?

A quantum pocket.

An alternate dimension that exists at the opposite end of a stream of

magnetized ions.

Till the river changes course.

Stream, river.

Change the flow of the ions.

Whatever went into the pocket might be able to come back out.

Hey,

man.

Love your car.

Oh, yeah?

Come on, Tommy, don't mess him up.

Shut up!

But next time, you won't be so lucky.

What happened to you?

One guess.

Your boyfriend packs a hell of a punch.

None of my business.

I don't get what you see in Tommy.

Unless you got a thing for losers.

Jason was my first love.

Everything between us was easy.

I don't know, maybe too easy.

Some people spend an entire lifetime looking for easy.

Maybe I just wanted a little danger in my life.

Well, you got that in spades.

How long's this guy been in town for?

He just showed up.

Maybe six months ago.

I fought for him.

I think Tommy has something to do with Jason's disappearance.

Give me a break.

I saw a Chevy blasted to nowhere on the same road where Jason disappeared.

If Tommy's who I think he is, you're in a whole mess of trouble.

And who do you think he is?

Wild guess.

He's in charge of a marker on the highway that causes the disappearances.

I think Tommy did something to his car that allows him to go where Jason is and

to come back.

Darcy, if Tommy can get out, maybe Jason can.

That's Chevelle's, Tommy's baby.

And I got a lot of baby pictures.

Bingo.

See this dookie on top of the engine?

Looks like an electromagnet.

Exacto mundro.

It's what Tommy uses to get in and out of the quantum pocket.

Think about it. Create mini Bermuda triangles all over the place.

When the invasion comes, all our stealth bombers, tanks, missile sorties, all

disappear when they pass those markers at high speed.

Son of a bitch.

Invasion?

What are you talking about?

You want to do it or should I?

Be my guest.

We think Tommy's part of a first wave of alien spies.

They're doing experiments and military tests.

They're here, man.

Preparing for invasion.

I know, it sounds crazy.

Okay.

I firmly believe that you guys are clinically disturbed.

Perhaps even insane.

And that said, I'm reasonably sure you're not violent.

Come on.

Surprised to see you here.

Didn't think you cared much for Jason.

I thought the same thing about you.

We've got to build our own electromagnets. I need you guys to find

a junkyard.

Get an iron bar, some wire coil, a couple of other odds and ends.

There's a junkyard near the economy overpass.

Listen, this could be dangerous.

Ionizing a magnetic pulse could disrupt the structural integrity of a pocket.

It'll collapse?

90,000 pounds per square inch.

You'll be a human quesadilla.

Where were you?

Nowhere.

The store.

You're lying.

Get off of me.

You were with that investigator, weren't you?

No, Tommy.

You're lying again. No, I'm not.

Where is he?

I don't know. I will break your neck if you don't tell me. I don't know. Is he

going to try and save your old boyfriend?

Is he going to kill Jason?

No. Is he? Is he?

Is he?

Is he?

Yes!

Thank you.

You know, if there weren't people around...

Yeah, they're on to us in Ash Grove.

An inspector with a transportation safety board.

We're going to have to move the marker to a secondary location.

I'll clean up loose ends here.

We should really get most of these parts to the junkyard. This car has a lot of

power for a standard six-cylinder.

Jason did some tinkering out of the hood.

Kid's got talent.

Slow down, Kate.

I can't let him catch me.

Why? What, are they aliens too?

No, they're cops.

Now, why doesn't that surprise...

Great.

Dale and Lydia Nash.

Sax player returning from a jazz gig in Kansas City.

1960.

Danny? Jason?

How'd you get here?

With him.

Jason, this is Cade.

Where the hell are we?

We've been calling it a quantum pocket.

But technically it's a molecular rift in the space-time continuum in English.

We're screwed.

Maybe not.

Come on, we got a lot of work to do.

Let's go.

Here we go.

We reverse the flow of the ions and we can get out of this place.

We need to juice it up.

Simple.

We can connect that magnet to the battery on that Ford over there.

That won't work.

And why not? Because the voltage draw will 86 that sucker in a heartbeat.

Well, it won't.

Trust me.

So what are we gonna do now, Jace?

Hey, you know your thing, and I know mine.

Just need a screwdriver to make this last connection.

There's one in the car.

Don't sweat it.

Okay, I, uh, just gotta attach this to the terminus and we'll have juice.

It's working!

Ready for the rematch?

So what is this place, Tommy?

You anyway, huh?

What the hell was that?

We'll explain later.

Let's destabilize the portal and get out of here.

At this voltage, there's only a few minutes of juice in those batteries.

If we're gonna go, we gotta go now.

All right, let's go.

Tommy must have the keys on him.

I did some work under the hood.

He's got a top 100.

No problem, Chief.

Hurry up.

Yeah, I got this.

Heading out of Ashgrove, Missouri, where setting suns, baseball games, and hot

rods paint the perfect picture of American life.

As usual, the aliens covered their tracks, leaving me nothing but a report

in the pages of this journal.

If even Ashgrove can be home to an alien military experiment, is any place safe?

But what happened for Jason and Danny was a silver lining.

Maybe Danny learned that respect is something accorded not to what you do,

but how you do it.

And maybe I learned not to give up hope.

If we can all work together, respect each other's skills, no matter what they

are, then maybe I won't have to... this road alone.