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From Hollywood to the world, you're watching Vox Friday.

Come on, boys, let's do this.

Let's go.

Grab my gear. Yeah, you got it.

Come on.

All right, guys.

All right.

What do you want me to get? Yeah, man, I got to carry everything.

Get the flashlight.

That's it?

Hey, come on, Runt. You're supposed to be this big, tough army guy now.

Let's move it.

Y'all don't have to wait for me.

I'm right behind you.

Hey, I don't think your brother likes me very much. Don't sweat it. He hates

everyone, man.

But it's cool. He wouldn't have let you come with us if he didn't think you were

all right.

Really?

Sure.

Runt.

Actually, the expression is grunt.

Yeah, whatever.

You know, in the army, you know, they call us grunts. Sure, that's right.

What's going on?

Your pole's jabbing me.

Oh, yeah, come on.

You got the boot?

What's going on?

I don't know. I don't know either.

Michael, who messed it up?

David!

Do something!

You're in the army now you're supposed to be tough

What the hell are you doing, man?

Nothing. You know, just checking out what's on the internet.

Have you processed his new app yet?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Stop screwing around.

Get some work done, all right?

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Not gonna pop, man.

You're rolling into overtime.

Heck, Louie, we're almost finished here.

Garth, you gotta stop working so hard. You're making the rest of us look bad.

Hey, Louie.

I want to thank you for giving me a job and letting me stay in the storeroom

there. I appreciate it. What, are you kidding me? As much money as you're

raking in, you should get a nice place in town.

You don't have to camp out in a storeroom.

Well, that's exactly what I need right now.

What the hell are you building in there? Are you some kind of artist or

something?

Yeah, I'm something like that.

Well, listen, as long as you keep putting in those hard hours...

You can weld in there until your head explodes on your own time, of course.

All right.

Thanks again.

Rainwave transmission.

Destroyed satellite.

Extra-atmospheric radio telescope.

Anti-gravity Faraday.

Come on, fathead, what'd I tell you?

Stop screwing around and let's get some work done. What do you think? Come on.

Yeah, yeah.

Bless you, my child.

How long has it been since your last confession?

Forgive me, Father, but I had a dream again.

It's been happening more often lately.

Third time this month.

Why do you suppose that is?

Closer to finding MacArthur, I can feel it.

And the dream is telling you...

It's not a dream.

It's not. It really happened.

Father, you've got to understand, this isn't easy for me to talk about.

I, uh...

I never told anyone about it.

Anyone.

Go on.

It happened when I was a kid.

Just home from boot camp.

On a weekend pass.

My best friend David, he asked me to go fishing.

His brother Michael, the real tough cookie, was taking some of his buddies

fishing up at the lake.

It was brighter than school stadium lights.

Blinded me.

You could feel it. It was hot on your skin.

It was a cold November evening.

And we were sweating.

Then it happened.

Something inside the light.

The harder we fought, the stronger it pulled.

Help me!

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

I fought with everything I had to break its grip on

me.

As suddenly as it began, it was over.

Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces.

But you escaped.

You survived.

I let my friends get killed. I failed them.

There was nothing you could do.

I saved myself.

Why couldn't I save them too?

Maybe it wasn't your place.

It wasn't your destiny.

Destiny.

And I know I've been having the dreams.

And why was that?

An eye for an eye.

Father, an eye for an eye.

We've been through these lists over...

Well, we've got to be missing something. This is an embarrassment to the

department, gentlemen.

Vice and the NSA know your every move before you even make it. My, my, my,

what a tangled web.

Close our circle of confidence.

Narrow the possibilities if we are to find this leak. We are going to have to

do some serious damage control, people.

Maybe ending this investigation.

What? With all due respect, sir, the body counts rising faster than the

Mississippi in a spring flood.

Then riddle me this.

How is MacArthur connected to Vice?

Oh, for one.

Okay, then.

Tell me what exactly Vice is hiding.

You don't know anything more about MacArthur or Vice's program?

Now than you did at the onset of this investigation.

We've prepared a report on over 40 new leads uncovered in the last three weeks

alone. I've read it.

It's as exciting as watching paint dry. Whoa.

Mother just sent me an email, priority one.

Some guy says he just spotted Adam McArthur.

Yeah, well, ever since Lawson put him on the illustrious Most Wanted, we've been

getting about a dozen of them every day.

Not like this one.

This guy.

attached a scan of an employment application to his email.

Mother says the signature matches.

Where did she get a writing sample to compare?

Draft registry card dated 1939 from the original Adam MacArthur.

Colonel Weiss, General Modgraf wants to see you.

General? You know what I'm reading, Colonel?

No, sir.

I'm reading about a soldier who has crossed the line, whose behavior is,

quite frankly, out of control.

I'm reading about you, Colonel.

Sir, it wasn't a big war, a war we could lose before we even start.

My actions are justified, aren't they?

Do you understand that our whole operation depends on our ability to be

invisible? Sir?

Blowing up buses, setting forest fires, raids that garner national press

coverage is not my idea of clandestine. Permission to speak, sir. Denied.

As of today, you're on leave until further notice.

You sure he's still in there?

Hasn't left since he finished work around three this afternoon.

He's in there.

Good.

Cool. So, uh, do I get to go on that TV show now?

Huh?

You sure you don't want to call for backup?

The less people know what we're doing, the less likely Baez finds out.

Where are we positioned?

We got four sets of twos.

Local law enforcement on the east and west.

And LaRue's got the right flank.

All right.

MacArthur!

This is Agent Wilcox of the FBI.

This position has been secured.

up right there!

Thank you.

Sorry about that jaw, but you a hard man to catch a hold of.

Barrel full of frozen fish got more of a chance than you do, boy.

I'd stay mighty still if I was sitting in them high tops.

All right, let's go.

Please forgive the added security measures, but you tend to be a mite more

slippery than your average fugitive.

Shouldn't we be getting this boy back to Washington?

Groucho sending a transport plane with a 40-guard escort.

Should be here by morning.

So much for tightening the circle of competence.

Van Patten, they don't know who it is that they're picking up.

What?

Agent Wilcox.

Gordon Burke.

Um, this isn't all the men you've got, is it? The prison doesn't open

officially for another month. We're lucky to have these men.

Okay,

this is the access code number.

Be programmed to last for the next 18 hours. After that, your prisoner will

have to be transferred or I'll have to reprogram it. Until then, who has access

to this code?

You and me.

But only I can override it.

There is no way out of this facility without the access code.

I ain't playing with you. We know there's a connection between you and

Vice.

So?

Who are you?

Really?

Maybe he don't remember.

Not right?

Don't remember who you are?

Why's Vice been trying to kill you? What is he hiding?

What exactly don't Vice want you tattletaling us about?

Adam.

Or whoever you are.

We can be allies.

We can protect you from Vice. Or whoever else he might send after you.

Who is Michael O'Ryan?

Does he work for Vice?

Well, just a good old boy trying to kill you.

Fine. Don't talk.

Be that way.

until morning.

Each one of you is forbidden from contacting anyone outside of this

facility. Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

We just got word that the transfer team is on the way to the plane.

LaRue and I are headed to the airport to make arrangements with local security.

You be okay?

No sweat. This place is the Fort Knox of the depraved.

We should keep an eye on our boy. I'm getting tired of chasing his ass around.

Security code.

Keep it. I got it memorized.

I'm listening.

Zebra Niner 442, Echo Delta Madison 37275.

76.

What? I'm just messing with your cerebellum, Van Patten.

Where's your sense of humor?

A soldier who has crossed the line.

Out of control.

You're on leave until further notice.

What?

What took you so long? I was gonna leave.

I'm here now.

I wanna know that this makes a square.

This is the last time, Vice.

We'll see.

I need more assurance than that.

Fine.

If this proves to be accurate, we're good. Now give.

They've got him.

MacArthur?

They're holding him in Recanto Federal Prison.

That place isn't open yet.

He's there, all by his lonesome.

For the next six hours, he's ripe for the picking.

How do I know he's going to still be there for the next six hours?

Because I control the clock.

MacArthur, I want you to tell me about something.

Want to know about the device that I built?

You do car tricks too?

At birthday parties, sure.

So what gives?

What is that thing?

A very simple machine.

Right.

Don't limit your concept of what a machine is or what one can do.

Okay. So, what does it do?

Think of it like an abacus, only for an advanced form of mathematics.

You balancing a checkbook, MacArthur?

Is that thing your calculator?

Balancing, calculating, sure.

Not a checkbook, more like...

Checks and balances.

Once more, slowly.

I'm calculating the future.

Our possible futures.

It's the only way I can affect the changes.

What changes?

The changes that will alter our destiny.

Avoid Armageddon.

The doomsday millennium and all that.

That's going to be your story?

An insanity plea.

I'm going to save the world through divine intervention.

Not divine.

Human.

You know, before you gave us the silent treatment, why are you telling all this

to me?

You're the only one who can actually hear what I'm saying.

Agent Ben Piper, we've got a problem. Come on.

Prisoner is still secure in his cell, but we have a breach in section 44.

What? I thought this was supposed to be a state-of-the-art security facility.

It is, but we don't go online for another month.

All right. Look, just block off all access to the main arteries.

All right, you heard him.

Go.

Let's go. I've got a little birdie checking the housing unit. I'm going to

check my head.

Stop at the lock.

Looks like we've got some movement in section 39.

How can this be happening?

Punch up the section MacArthur is in. Yes, sir.

I want men surrounding that entire perimeter.

We don't have the manpower.

Can we lock down this section?

I told you, the security doors aren't online yet.

You know what? You keep telling me what you can't do. I would like to hear very

much an idea about what you can do.

I could shut it down.

Shut it down? Pull the power.

Automatically revert to auxiliary.

What does that mean?

It means we wouldn't need security online. The emergency system would

automatically lock down the entire prison. That's what it means.

That's working.

Surveillance cameras are shifting to reserve power.

The lights won't come back on, but we'll still be able to see most of the main

passageways.

He's in here somewhere.

I can smell him.

Who?

Weiss.

Well, isn't this a pretty picture?

Quit worrying.

I'm here to set you free.

I won't go back with you by choice.

Have it your way.

Now, don't make this any harder than it has to be.

You of all people should understand.

You should be helping me.

What you're doing is not benevolent. Your actions are egotistical and

reckless. You don't believe that.

What you're doing is not only endangering all of our kind back at the

colony, but you're taking away mankind's only hope to succeed on their own

through natural selection.

You and I both know mankind has sealed its fate.

The others...

They don't even abduct specimens anymore and do experiments. If mankind is meant

to survive, it will. If they aren't, you can't stop that process.

Listen to yourself.

Are you ashamed to be human?

You can't interfere with the natural process.

Why can't I?

When the elders discover you've been tampering with destiny, they'll deem

this experiment called mankind tainted. They'll destroy this world and everyone

on it.

You know I'm right. They've done it before. They've done it before with

other cultures.

Well, I'm not going to stand by and watch my world be extinguished.

I am human, and I'm going to do something about it. And if you fail?

If you're discovered?

Well, at least I would have tried.

What would you have done?

Before I open your cell door, slide the key over to me. You're holding your key.

My key, the one you took from me. The one we're going to need in order to take

the craft back home. You know...

When I realized it was

you, another abductee, who came to take me back, I understood something.

We're both under the same restrictions, you and I.

Restrictions? You've got to get that craft back to the colony before they

find out you're gone.

So when I took that key of yours, I thought you'd try to rebuild another one

and wouldn't waste your time trying to find me.

You thought wrong.

Hand over the key.

I don't have your key.

It's in my stuff.

They took it when they brought me here.

It's probably still here.

You're not going anywhere.

I'll be back.

How come I can't get MacArthur's cell on this? Those are the perimeter cameras.

I put them up so I could see every entrance into the compound.

Let me punch it up.

to do this, Colonel Vise.

Put the gun down.

Your friends are okay.

Nothing bad has happened to them.

What are you talking about?

They're alive.

And they're well.

They live in a colony that was set up by those that took them. It's a beautiful

place. It's kind of like a perfect society and they're happy there.

They don't blame you.

They understand what happened.

You're a liar.

You're trying to avenge them. There's nothing to avenge.

Shut up. Tony, David, Michael, your friends.

They wouldn't want you to do this.

Shut up! Shut up!

You think I'm stupid?

I've seen what your kind does.

You come here and you take people.

Use their bodies.

Like what you've done to the real Adam MacArthur.

I'm the real Adam MacArthur.

Sure you are.

And I'm Tommy Lee Jones.

Put it down, runt.

Man,

you got old.

Yeah, it's me.

Don't move!

He's telling the truth, you know.

Me and the boys are all okay. We're happy where we are.

You can just let go of all that guilt you've been hanging on to for so long.

You're lying to me.

Both of you are trying to fool me.

You don't have to worry about MacArthur anymore.

I'm taking him with me.

Freeze!

Don't make another move!

Stay where you are!

Why don't you put that down before you hurt someone, huh?

No way.

All right, have it your way.

Come on, MacArthur, let's go.

Get away from me, MacArthur!

Oh, no.

I can't save him.

I said get away from him!

You may have caused the very thing you've been afraid of.

They're going to find out he was here.

They're going to find out everything.

And they'll destroy us.

Not if I can help it.

What are you doing? You gotta get me out of here. Vice is here. Get you where?

Come on. If you don't, he's gonna kill me. What have I done to deserve to die?

Come on.

Come on. This way. This way.

We will leave together.

And you will stay in my custody, all right? Yeah. You listening?

Huh? Is that understood?

Yeah, yeah. Hurry up. Hurry up. Okay, okay. I'm going. I'm going.

It's Delta Madison 3727 City. Come on, Craig. He's coming.

Come on. Come on. It's open. It's open. Let's go.

Let's go.

Damn it, Mike.

What are you trying to do?

This is a federal prison. You have no authority.

Wait a minute.

Yeah.

His name is Michael Ryan.

He liked fish.

You have no idea what you've done.

You may have caused the very thing you've been afraid of.

Michael.

You may have killed a song, runt.

I did what was right!

No.

No!

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