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Are you trying to scare me?

After all the things I've seen?

Get out of here.

I want to watch television.

Halloween Screams on Fox.

Fifty years ago, Navy pilot Adam MacArthur was abducted by aliens.

He's returned with an incredible mission. Things are happening. Things

that could affect the course of history.

And I have to interfere before it's too late. My satellite is all that stands

between us and it.

God help us all. Time is running out.

Sixty years ago on Halloween night, the country was terrified by War of the

Worlds. Tonight on The Visitor, the makers of Independence Day will blow you

away with a new alien invasion.

All about the Whiskery Land.

Cruel spirits do awake.

Their ebb and mischief quiet brimming.

Split-toed feet lightly tripping.

Thick-lidded orbs turn quick askew.

Looking. Yes, looking.

Just for you.

This is KGUP Mill Lake.

I'm DJ Bob with you on the graveyard shift Halloween night.

Mercury's going to tickle 50, so bundle up.

DJ Bob's cousin, Hal and Slim the Weather Dog, says that full moon is

going to shine tonight.

Perfect monster weather.

But kids and pops, lose the worries, because DJ Bob's going to keep those

monsters off your porch and in your heads where they belong.

Listen close.

Halloween is just another night, and a night without music is like PB&J without

milk.

Clear skies, huh?

As usual, Cousin Slim, you are spittin' in the wind.

Starry, starry night.

Not a thunder bumper in sight.

Oh my god, it's the war of the worlds!

Can I lock the door?

Morse! MORSE!

Hold on for about a second.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Radius.

Station microphone. Stupid.

Hello.

Hello.

If anyone is listening, call the police.

No. Call the National Guard.

Or the Army. Somebody with guns. Lots of guns. There's a UFO.

Alien invader.

Shots are right outside my window.

At least there used to be one outside.

They are on the move!

I'm okay.

I will hang on as long as I can.

I will keep broadcasting until the end.

I will not let you down.

Not DJ Bob.

I didn't get a good look at them, but my guess is they are ugly.

Pinkish. All bubbly.

Like a bad sunburn.

Ugly.

Real ugly.

Whatever it is you want, you ugly and alien lifeforms, you will not get it

from me.

Hey, don't stand there.

Almost took a good crack upside the head bone there, friend.

Ought to watch your sixes sight more careful.

Oh.

Where's your costume?

I didn't know I needed one.

So, you're not here for the festival.

So what's your business?

Can't be looking for a job.

None of those to be had in Mill Lake no more.

I'm looking for something.

Love or money?

Neither. Animate or inanimate?

Inanimate, if I'm lucky.

Don't think I want to pursue that line of inquiry.

The radio you were listening to before.

DJ Bob.

Yeah.

He left the planet long ago.

Now, why he thinks this War of the Worlds gag is funny, I cannot tell you.

You know where I can find that radio station?

Oh. You want to see the scary monsters yourself.

Well, why bother? It's Halloween.

When devils and spirits walk free among us.

Look around you. You can see all the scary monsters you want right here.

Well, still.

All right.

Big Pine Lane.

Got three miles outside of town to see a dirt track going up to the left.

Station's right at the top of the track.

Thanks.

Oh, be sure to be back by midnight.

Don't want to miss the big costume parade.

Okay.

tickets for the festival?

Must be.

Come on, let's check it out.

Watch out crazy kids.

Hey, what's going on?

Are you okay? Did you see a ghost or something?

quiet on the Western Front.

But if I stay real still, so still, my heart sounds like a firm mallet beating

against the side of an empty supertanker.

I can hear them creeping about in their little ugly bodies. I can hear them.

The way you can hear termites working away at your grandpa's favorite humidor.

Or... Armiettes marching off the battle.

The kind of sound that insinuates itself into your subconscious.

You hear it, but you don't.

Keeping the monsters at bay.

I can't help you with MacArthur, but I found Colonel Vise.

Where? Portland, Oregon.

Five hours ago.

A certified national treasure.

Mother, one of these days you and I are going to have to sit down over a cup of

hot cocoa and you're going to have to tell me how you do this.

Oh, please, Doc.

Any opportunity to spend quality time with my boys. But Mother never tells.

Not even a hint?

No.

Okay, back to business.

Mother puts vise at C-141 in Portland International five hours ago.

That's half an hour on the tarmac, 70 miles an hour on the road.

That gives us a trace radius of over 300 miles.

Haystack's too big.

He's gone.

Vice is like a big old caddy dragging tin cans after a wet.

Eventually, somebody's going to hear him or see him.

I say we go to Portland and wait for word.

Same old, same old. Find Vice, find MacArthur.

Agreed. It was a mess!

Look at the whole field!

And there were these lights coming off all over the place, and guns sticking

out all over the place, and then this guy comes out. Okay, okay, okay, take it

easy. One at a time.

This thing, he, are you sure he tried to kill you? Yeah!

Oh, I don't think so.

We saw it!

Well, you'll have to trust me on this one. So, I take it that means you don't

believe us about the Martian spaceship either, do you? I do.

Then how come you don't believe us about the Martian...

Guy! Well, I do.

Kind of.

He wasn't trying to kill you. Trust me.

Are you one of those government agents that chases UFOs?

No. Poor numbering. He's not wearing black.

How come he knows so much, you little freak?

Maybe he's one of them.

He's such a loser. Martians don't have long hair. Yeah, then how come he

believes us about the spaceship?

Yeah. I'll come.

Are we close?

We're here. We're here.

Sir, the low-res sweep from keyhole 15 is clean.

What's your recommendation, Sergeant?

Well, sir, our bogey was headed this way when we lost him.

None of our tracking stations along the coast or the Canadian border picked him

up.

We have heavy coverage of our ICBM emplacements in the northern plain

states, and they saw nothing.

Sir, I think he's right here, central Oregon.

I recommend a 10-meter high-resolution pass. Then, if we need it, one from the

full-spectrum bird.

We'll pick him up eventually, and we find the bogey, we'll find MacArthur.

You gun him for promotion, Sergeant?

No, sir.

Don't be shy. You're doing a good job.

Wait me when you find him.

Sir.

What's going on here?

We're moving, obviously.

Yeah, a little crappy new house.

Only got one floor. And we have to share a bathroom.

Sure, it's not that bad.

Where's your folks?

They're at the new house.

They left you here all alone?

No, not exactly.

We snuck out.

You ran away? How come?

Because. We hate it.

It's not our home. This is our house. Nobody even asked if we wanted to go.

It just wasn't fair.

Did you talk to them about it?

Yeah, right.

Ever since Dad lost his job, all they do is fight. Mom says Dad's useless.

Mom's useless, too.

She is not.

She should get a job. You should get a job, sploosh breath. Go ahead. Okay,

fine. Okay.

You are such a loser, Carlo. I hate you.

Yeah, Donna, go cry like you always do.

Shut up.

You shut up.

You're pretty mad at your folks, aren't you?

Making you leave your friends and your school.

It's tough leaving home.

It's tough facing your problems.

I think things work out better, though, if you do.

Why don't you tell your folks how you feel?

I don't care how we feel.

Did they say that to you?

No.

Not exactly.

What was that?

Stay in the room. Don't open the door. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't you need like a password or something so we know it's you? Yeah, we

need a password.

Oh, you want a password?

How about axe murderer?

closer.

I asked you to stay in your room.

I don't need your help.

The concentration of ozone is up in this vector. That and some scattered

ionization here and here.

It's characteristic of previous silent runner hits.

What's your confidence level like, Sergeant?

Good enough for promotion, Colonel.

And it's soup.

Tell me about Mill Lake.

Population 12,000. Plywood was the big business until last year when the mill

closed down.

Good fishing, nice scenery.

Any hits on our database?

Nothing significant.

Some unverified UFO sightings. Too few to blip the stats.

Well, somebody painted a bullseye on it.

ETA?

Under 90 minutes, sir.

Good.

I want every orbital asset we have overhead by then.

This is Vice.

I'm clearing Recon 2.

Confirm when clear.

Vice out.

You might want to take a listen to this.

The saucer is here! The aliens are here!

Somebody help me!

Don't tell me Wilson Wells is burned back from the dead.

Spyglass Bird picked it up, sir.

It's a low-power FM radio station in Mill Lake.

Cowards!

My blood is on your hands.

Can you live with that?

Maybe they'll come up through the floor.

Or the windows.

Or the air conditioning vents.

You won't know until it's too late.

Doesn't anybody have the guts to take these monsters on?

Hey, Bill, you got the number for the National Guard?

I lost it last Halloween.

Well,

that's it, isn't it?

And the going gets tough.

When it falls on the few, the chosen few, they draw that

wiggly little line in the dirt.

Well, I'm going to take that stand.

I'm going to draw that line. Listen up!

My...

Who is it?

Axe murderer.

How do I know you're not really an axe murderer?

Because I wouldn't be wasting my time chatting. I'd be chopping the door down.

Open up. He's got a point.

Hey.

Hey, who are you, really?

You a cop?

Where's your badge?

I'm not with the police.

Well, then what do you want?

I need to find that spaceship that you saw.

Can you show me where you saw it?

Why?

Because it's here to take me back.

I can't let that happen.

You are an alien.

I told you, jerk.

Shut up, Donna. Like he's going to tell us if he is. Why don't you ask him? Why

don't you ask him?

Chicken.

So are you one of them?

No. I'm a human just like you.

I was taken a long time ago.

I escaped.

And now they want me back.

So they sent the Martian to grab you, throw you in a spaceship, and drive it

back?

Basically.

Would you show me where the ship is, please?

Mother, your timing is impeccable. The aliens just landed.

Watching silly movies on bureau time again, Craig? We're refueling. Mother.

What have we got?

There's been a tremendous spike in traffic on the secure military nets.

That by itself isn't particularly titillating.

Careful with that language, Mama. We have to wash Van Patten's ears out.

Well, when you're finished and all dried off, digest this morsel.

A number of our most highly classified spy satellites have been flying over

your heads.

That's the kind that can read newspaper headlines about moonlight.

My friends tell me these can count the hairs on your head.

Guess I picked the wrong night to leave my hat at home.

You got anything else, Mother?

No. That's all, boys.

Give us a call if you get anything else.

I gotta ask, Doug, since we're just sitting around scratching and licking.

I mean, who we chasing now?

MacArthur or Vice?

Is that a question or a statement?

I'm just thinking about how much money this chopper cost.

How much our time cost.

Whether or not we serve in the public interest appropriately.

Wondering if we ain't lost sight of the forest for the trees.

Man, you are deep.

All I'm saying is that we ought to watch out we're not chasing our own tails.

We work for the same government advice does.

If I was 100% sure of that, I'd back off.

Are you that sure?

Hey, hey, hey, check this out.

There's a TV news report about a radio station broadcasting a War of the Worlds

spoof. Halloween happens all the time.

You know what? This station is not far from here. It's a little town called

Mill Lake. The DJ is saying that he saw a flying saucer land outside his window.

You're saying?

I am saying that, coincidence or not, it is something.

Right here. Yep.

I don't get it. It was just here.

We were going to go check it out, and the Martian came out.

What are you guys doing out here?

We're taking a shortcut into town.

Middle of the night?

Well, the parade's tonight.

We've been working on our costumes all year.

Carlo, we're gonna miss it.

I know.

Can we go? Please, please. You gotta hurry or it'll start.

Okay, I'll walk with you.

Come on.

Looks like he's gone.

So, is that what they look like?

No. Well, what about that?

Nope. How about this?

No. Well, what do they look like? Fish?

Spiders? Ants?

Jesus, you don't know what they look like. How are you going to know who

you're running from?

Maybe he's not running away, Lambrange.

Are you running away?

No, I'm not running away.

See?

Cool, let's play that.

I don't think you should run away from something because you don't like it or

agree with it.

What if it's evil?

What are you supposed to do then?

You guys ran away.

Why'd you do that?

Your parents aren't evil.

You ran away because you didn't agree with them.

Just like you assume that a Martian has to be a monster, you assume your parents

didn't have a good reason to move.

Martians have two heads and your parents are wrong. You guys are prejudiced.

So what? When you find your Martian guy, you're going to tell him he's prejudiced

and he's going to go away?

That wasn't my plan.

So why'd you come here?

Thought I'd sabotage a spaceship so he couldn't take me back.

Cool. And plan B?

I'm working on that.

He's gonna run just like I thought.

Oh, that's one!

That's two!

How'd you do that?

Bucky, what do you want?

Um, that, please.

A wind-up spider for the little lady.

Thanks. Come on, Paolo. We'll miss the parade.

She's right, you know.

Big part?

Donna. The young girl.

Never good to run away from something you ought to face.

Gotta stand.

Hey, how about a nice warm pretzel?

They're free till midnight, I'll bake them myself.

Just the thing to take the chill out.

Go ahead, try one.

Testing.

11.22 p.m.

I'm still alive for now.

There are a few things I want to say.

First of all, Mom, Dad,

thank you.

Billy, I love you, man.

You're my brother.

And Maddie.

never cheated on you.

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.

I don't know who laid that rap on me, twisted you up, but I'd kill him if I

could. I swear to God, I would rip his head off and stuff it in a hole.

Anyway, I hope you and Billy are happy.

If I live through this.

I want to celebrate that happiness with you.

I do.

Really.

I hope somebody is taping this.

Can't stand this wine any longer.

Come if anything happens.

Colonel, we're in Mill Lake.

Let's get some fresh air.

What's the status on satellite?

Overhead in 15 minutes, sir.

Let's wait this one out in the truck.

Displays like this depress me.

Not a Halloween fan, sir?

It's all about fear and superstition, Sergeant.

I'm down on my last bullet.

Ten heartbeats from dead. Then I might give superstition a chance.

You can't hide from your fears, Sergeant.

No matter what costume you got on.

and half-gents, half-beasts, I now declare the 77th annual Mill Lake

Halloween Custom Parade in order!

Let's bring them out!

First up, the Green Witch of Zandor.

How about that?

And next, my goodness, I don't know whether to laugh or cry, how will the

judges score the Cotton Candyman?

And here, here's Carlos!

and Donna as the alien twins. Don't they look fabulous?

Make sure you don't look them in the eye.

Coming online now, sir.

A place to hide.

Switch to discreet band.

There, zoom in.

I lost him, sir.

That crowd is soaking up his eye on trail.

Good enough.

We know he's here. Let's go.

The

eyes

are a nice touch.

Thanks.

respect for the undead and now for the grand prize let's give a big mill lake

whoop for some visitors from far far away the alien

Bravo team, Echo team, flank left and right.

Where's the other one, sir?

Watch MacArthur.

If you pull in on this, you're just like a magnet.

I can't let you take me back.

You okay?

Let the children go.

They've served their purpose.

Okay.

Come on.

Thanks. Go on home now.

Thanks, Adam.

I can't go back.

Wait. Listen to me.

I know that you believe non-interference is the most important thing of all. That

if the human race is to survive, it must be through natural selection.

And I have made an unforgivable mistake to come back here.

But we both know that the human species is doomed.

I had to do something.

Anything.

What if your kind were faced with the same abyss?

Could you just let that happen?

Could you?

You have no idea the damage you've done.

I have to stop you before they find out.

Did you kill him?

What's that?

A key.

To a spaceship?

To everything he uses.

Without it, he's just a human.

His ship won't work, his weapons, his suit, nothing.

Sheriff!

Looks like you've had a little trouble, friend.

Maybe it's best you come along with me before any more trouble comes this way.

Don't worry about these kids.

I'll keep an eye on them.

Make sure they get hooked up with their folks.

Right, Donnie?

Carlo?

Cognition.

Listen to me.

You guys were right. You told me not to run away, and I didn't. And I don't want

you to run away.

Go to your parents and talk to them.

Okay?

Okay?

You kids wait in that cruiser and don't touch anything. Go.

I don't know where you boys come from, but you got the kind of heat I'm looking

for. It's right inside.

He was right there. It's one.

The dead one.

Any other one?

Knock me down with a feather if I know where either one of them's gone at all.

Search the area.

Yes, sir.

He's hurt in my finding.

How long before the bird's back overhead?

90 minutes, sir. Damn it.

What a happy year, amateurs.

Strip your beard credentials.

From your tone, I gather you didn't find MacArthur.

Let me give you some advice, Wilcox.

Don't assume anything about me.

And do yourself a big favor.

Stay clear.

This doesn't have to be a fine vice.

I mean...

We are both working for the same government.

Right?

Right.

If it helps you get up in the morning, sure.

Thought I told you two not to touch anything.

You all know that Mill Lake was founded by

French settlers in the 1850s?

Yep.

Now you'd assume that the name Mill Lake would have something to do with the

lumber industry.

I made that same mistake myself. But originally, it was a French name.

Millac. M-I-L-L-E.

French for 1,000.

Thousand Lakes.

Sure is a pretty sight down there, ain't it?

Born with a cry.

Grown with a shout.

With a whisper we die.

What's it all about?

Naked at the start.

Naked at the end.

Is any of this real? Or is it just pretend?

This is DJ Bob, the lone survivor of the last battle for humanity.

When my words wash up on the far side of the vast ocean of space, seaweed on an

alien shore, maybe then humanity's final stand will be remembered.

Stay

tuned

for scenes from the next episode of The Visitor.

Next Friday on The Visitor.

I don't know what you're hiding, but we'll find it.

I'm looking for Constance MacArthur's room.

So who is that?

She's his wife.

Adam, is it you?

You're coming back with me now.

In two days, secrets will be revealed in the most anticipated television event of

the year.

The X-Files season premiere Sunday at 9, 8 central on Fox.

Now an astonishing Halloween night millennium on Fox.