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In 1953 Earth experienced a war of the worlds.

Common bacteria stopped the aliens but it didn't kill them.

Instead, the aliens lapsed into a state of deep hibernation.

Now the aliens have been resurrected,

more terrifying than before.

In 1953 aliens started taking over the world.

Today, they're taking over our bodies.

You haven't got a prayer.

They're back, they're back. Easy now, easy now.

Miss Van Buren, Miss Van Buren, easy now.

No, no, no.

We don't want any trouble now.

I told you... I told you they'd be back!

All right.

You didn't believe me!

Oh, please, please! All right.

Get the restraints.

I told you! You didn't believe me!

Oh, please, call Harrison. Call Harrison.

You've got to help me! Please! Please!

I don't know Portland too well, Doctor.

How much further?

We're almost there, Colonel.

You understand why I need to know

who your secret source of alien information is?

Just keep it confidential

and keep it out of any reports

you might make.

Of course, Harrison.

I mean, any covert operation

requires the utmost secrecy to succeed.

I mean, if you were to suddenly die?

As opposed to slowly die?

Since when did you start calling me Harrison?

Combat taught me not to get too close to anyone.

But after having faced death together,

I kind of feel like we're a team now.

Well, thank you... Paul.

Now if I should suddenly die?

Someone has to carry on.

Only fools fight without knowing who their enemies are.

Without intelligence this war would be fought blind,

and no doubt lost.

Dead and blind.

Boy, you are a cheerful one tonight.

Excellent cover.

Who would ever think to look for information

in a mental hospital?

Attention, please. Ten minutes before bed check.

I think that it's about time that you gave me the profile

on your agent, don't you?

She's extraordinary, Colonel.

Her name is, uh, Sylvia Van Buren.

In 1953, she fought alongside Clayton Forrester

in the great alien invasion.

And she became his top assistant in the secret Ezekiel Project.

Then she knows everything that your adopted father knew?

More or less, yes.

But she suffered for it, Colonel.

You see, she also became a human electromagnetic barometer...

Amazing accuracy record.

She correctly predicted earthquakes

and volcanic and tsunami activity 85% of the time.

Unfortunately, this kind of knowledge

came complete with nosebleeds and convulsions

and severe episodes of manic depression.

How the hell did that happen?

I don't know.

My theory is long-term exposure to disease

and irradiated alien tissue.

Anybody know you're here?

Yes. Thank you.

I'd leave now if I were you.

It's not safe here.

Dr. Blackwood.

Trust me: it's not safe out there, either.

Oh, hell.

I forgot that.

Sorry to trouble you so late, Dr. Blackwood.

It's a long drive.

It's no trouble at all.

Sylvia's the only family I have left.

Miss Van Buren's very bad tonight.

Even worse than before that Mount Saint Helen's blast...

And that was bad.

She predicted Mount Saint Helen's?

This is not good.

Sylvia, It's me. I'm here.

Clayton, is that you?

No, it's Harrison, Sylvia. It's Harrison.

Tell me what's wrong. Now what's happening?

Oh!

Oh, Harry.

Oh, please take this thing off!

Yes.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, that's much better.

Oh, who's he?

He's a friend, Sylvia. He's a friend.

It's okay. It's all right. He's a friend.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel Ironhorse,

US Army Special Forces,

presently attached to Dr. Blackwood's mission.

And Miss Van Buren, I must say that it is a pleasure

to meet such a distinguished veteran of the war of '53.

The aliens!

Harry, the aliens are back!

I can feel them!

They're so close!

Oh, please, you believe me, don't you?

Yes, I believe you, Sylvia.

Tell me, tell me where they are.

You can? you can find them somewhere,

somewhere here in the Northwest.

Here-here in the Northwest... Wyoming.

No? oh!

Montana!

Mont... Oh God!

Oh, my head! Oh, the pain in my head!

Harry you've got to find them!

Find them please, and kill them!

Kill them!

Sorry, I'm sorry!

You'll have to leave now.

Oh, Harry! No don't leave!

Harry, don't leave me! Harry!

Stay away from me. Stay away!

Dr. Blackwood, you'd better leave now, please!

Gentlemen, go.

I regret to report that things are not going as planned.

The vehicle has malfunctioned, Advocate.

We believe it is the carburetor.

We've learned the location of the storage facility, Advocate.

It's in a place called Canada.

But without transportation, it would take us more time

than the bodies we occupy can tolerate.

Radiation sores are already becoming quite obvious.

Then acquire new human bodies, comrade.

Use as many as you need to reach the facility,

and complete your mission.

Be clever.

Nothing can prevent you from reviving our brethren.

What do we do about transportation?

Abandon the vehicle.

And find other transport.

You must recover

the sleeping ones.

I let the Whitewood phone ring

a couple of thousand times tonight, Harrison.

Doesn't anyone pick up the phone down there?

They've got their hands full here, tonight, Suzanne.

Well, join the club, Doc.

I got two fresh transmission intercepts

on the super computer tonight.

The last one 15 minutes ago.

Can you locate them?

Well, they're both pretty close together

in Northeastern Montana.

I'll be damned.

That fits with Sylvia's prediction.

Nearest town?

Wolfjaw.

Wolfjaw?

Wolfjaw, Montana.

That's Indian territory.

Looks like we've got aliens

moving into the neighborhood. Let's go.

Great. First the White man, now aliens.

So sorry to bother you.

We were just out hunting and our truck broke down.

Sam here hurt himself trying to fix the rear axle.

We wondered if you might give us a lift.

Okay.

Just to the border, though.

But, uh, you'll have to sit in the back, I'm afraid.

Government rules.

Oh, thank you very much.

Sam, he just couldn't walk no more.

Hey, uh, what happened to your face?

Mosquitoes.

Big ones.

DeMOSS: I told you not to call me here.

Now why do you do this?

That's it, I-I'm going.

All right, now let's get this straight.

You're telling me that you're a government agent

from California, on the trail of foreign spies.

That's right, Sheriff DeMoss.

Uh-huh.

And you, Mister?

I'm his, uh, I'm his driver.

Uh-huh.

And just wh-what would they be here to spy on

in Wolfjaw, Montana?

Well, I'm afraid that's classified information, Sheriff.

But I can tell you that these spies,

they might look like anyone,

and they'll be carrying strange paraphernalia.

Like radio equipment.

We traced a highly unusual electromagnetic transmission

from here about 8:00 last night.

8:00?

I was trying to tape the Bears game

and all of a sudden my set went batty.

So either of you smart government fellows

know how to unscramble a video tape?

It's them.

No question.

Hell, I knew it was

subversives.

And only the damned Russkies

would mess with Monday Night Football.

Ah, Norton and the green machine.

Now we're in business.

Howdy, boys.

I'm new in town looking

for a good cup of fresh black coffee.

What did you do, drive straight through?

Ha-ha, way I like it.

I had help.

Suzanne's crashed out in the back.

Good, she can come with me to the airport then.

Here, copy this.

I suggest you and Norton stay here

and chat with your people,

find out if anyone saw anything, although I doubt it.

Suzanne.

Wait a minute. Where the hell are you going?

Back to see Sylvia.

All right, let's go.

Let's go, move it.

Empty your tanks

and be back on the bus again in 15 minutes.

Any screw-ups and you never get out again to play.

Let's go, come on.

Move it.

Aw-w, come on.

Hurry, hurry.

Let's go.

Come on. Come on. Move it.

End of the road, Mister.

Over there's first aid for those bites.

Much obliged. All right.

How did Sylvia end up here anyway?

Well, after Clayton Forrester's death,

she slowly became obsessed

with the crazy and rather unpopular idea

that someday, someday they'd be back.

Sylvia's doing a lot better, Doctor.

But she's still been a little nervous.

30 minutes. Okay?

Who are you?

It's Harrison, Sylvia.

And I need your help.

Thank you again for the TV, Harry.

It's the only friend I have.

I know, Sylvia.

Now what do you think this all means?

Oh, it means more than beans and queens.

Harry, do you remember

Clayton's study of the alien eye?

Vaguely. Why?

Because the way these things see us,

is more like this doohickey than old Saint Nicky.

Harrison, we're wasting our time.

Hang in there, Suzanne.

But she's mad.

Oh, yes, dear. Quite mad.

And so would you be if you lived in a world all topsy-turvy.

I told them the aliens would be back

and they didn't believe me.

They said I was insane.

So they hooked electrodes up to my brain

till I couldn't even remember my name.

Bz-bz-bz.

Rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

This is not Spain, Harry.

What are you trying to tell me, Sylvia?

This is someplace on Earth...

but seen from outer space.

So simple.

An alien map.

Of what, though?

Something worth breaking radio silence to find out.

Which means something important.

Ready here.

Ooh-whee!

Now we're cooking.

An orbital view of Mama Earth.

Norton, run the North American Weather Satellite comparison.

Where is that?

Someplace in Canada

near Regina.

On our way, next flight out.

No, you don't.

The faster we get the equipment inside

the sooner we can practice.

I have no time for practice.

Very funny. Now beat it.

Who's next? Let's go, you guys.

Patience, comrades. We'll know when the time is right.

Get your fat goalie butt out here!

All right, come on, guys, let's go.

Come on, hustle up.

Come on.

Tough luck.

What do you do?

Real tough luck.

Stop right...!

Stop!

Stop there!

Stop right there!

Arm phasers... set on stun.

Yes, sir.

I've got to get some gas.

We're going to stop, Mom.

That's good, dear.

Put your shoes on, Bobby.

Yes, Granny.

But what about the Ferengi...

Bobby, put your shoes on now!

Oh, all right, Mom.

Yeah!

Wash your hands when you finish, Bobby.

I know, already, Mom.

Good afternoon.

Do you take Visa?

We take everything.

Mom!

In front, Bobby.

Where's Grandma?

I'm here.

To life immortal.

MOTHER AND FATHER: To life immortal.

But-but beef is good for you.

Not if it takes 21 pounds of protein feed and grain

to produce one pound of dead cow for human consumption.

Look at this, Colonel.

Meaning?

Meaning it's absurdly inefficient.

I mean, how long can we go on on this small hungry planet

with-with this kind of absurd luxury?

Here comes the vegetarian speech.

I don't mean to spoil your meal.

Go ahead, eat. Chew on, Colonel.

Enjoy yourself.

We interrupt our report

to bring you this official news bulletin.

Two hours ago, the home of the Wardens Cup

took a bloody turn

when in a freak accident, one American prison player

lost an arm and died.

Another prisoner, and I quote, "exploded

during practice."

Three other convict teammates are missing at this time today.

Exploded?

That sounds suspiciously like our people.

Or one hell of a hockey game.

I think we should leave now, people.

Do I have to eat this stuff?

It's good for you.

Make you grow big and strong like your father.

When you get older and bigger, Bobby, you'll understand.

Then you'll become one of us.

We're members of a US government inquiry team, Captain.

We have reason to believe this may be the result

of organocride poisoning.

Acid rain. Oh, really?

That's nice.

Any official identification?

So it takes someone blowing up to get you Yanks

to believe us about pollution, eh?

Yes. It's always an attention grabber, Captain.

Meade!

It ate right through the ice down to the concrete.

Perhaps from the high acidity of their fluids.

No. My guess is that it's an exothermic reaction

to decomposing alien matter.

Norton's got something.

I'll take care of it.

Thanks.

Where are they now, Mr. Drake?

Headed northeast.

They're only about 50 miles ahead of us.

Ready to track, Colonel.

Next right turn.

I can feel them.

Speak as the body would speak... For the boy's sake.

Sorry, Bobby.

They turned right, heading east, 23 kilometers and closing.

May I help you, sir?

Gosh, I'm-I'm

afraid I'm lost.

The main road's back the other way.

This is a restricted area.

We're Americans. We're not from around here.

Uh, could you please show us where we are on the map?

Anything wrong, ma'am?

Why yes, young man.

My old eyes fail me.

Have I dropped a stitch here?

Maybe I can help.

You haven't got a prayer.

Freddy?

Let me do the talking.

Hi. We're all Americans here.

I wonder if maybe

you could possibly come out and...

Hey!

Very smooth, Colonel.

They're here in the lake.

A torch will be enough.

Soon we will be many.

To-to life immortal?

That's my boy.

Waste no time. It will be light soon.

Wait here, Bobby.

We are not terrorists.

Then who are you?

We can't say exactly.

But we're legitimate!

More or less.

I want nothing less than the truth

or we'll be here all night... I promise you.

Now... last time...

who are you...

and why are you here?

That is classified information.

Classified by whom?

Look, perhaps we'd better speak with your CO.

I am the CO!

Why do I get the feeling this is completely out of control?

Could it be the iron bars?

Didn't this all start with you saying, "Let me do the talking?"

Thanks a lot.

Thanks a lot, mister.

Okay, then, now what?

I don't know.

I'm just going to, going to put it out there.

Excuse me, sir.

How long have you been a smoker?

Blow it out, slimeball.

People are just drawn to him, aren't they?

It's a gift.

I wonder what's on TV tonight.

Celebrity mud wrestling.

Look, I know it's a sensitive issue,

but do you realize that the insides of your lungs

must look like cooked marshmallows?

All charcoal-black.

Seriously, as a chain smoker,

you must smoke, what... Three, four packs a day?

You just don't know when to quit, do you?

That sounds like it's your problem, not mine.

Look, I know

that this is real difficult.

You want to quit.

You think about it all the time.

Weeks go by and months go by and then... whammo.

One day the doctor calls and he tells you, "Good-bye."

Maybe this is good-bye for you, wise guy.

The most important thing is you can't

give up hope.

You've got to think that you can lick this.

Now, now I'm a doctor.

I can help you, but you've got to give me

your entire cooperation.

Okay?

That's what I mean. Look, yeah.

Yeah? So what?

The secret to quitting smoking:

relaxation.

Now for instance,

if you were to look at that clock and watch

the second hand go around...

Is this some kind of nicotine withdrawal technique?

Exactly! You've got it.

Now just turn around.

Go ahead... turn around.

Take a big deep breath... and relax.

Just watch that second hand go around.

Go ahead.

Gertrude. Just turn around and look at the clock.

Right ten.

Slowly... steadily... surely.

Around and around...

all 60 seconds... and 60 minutes...

all day around...

all night around.

And as you watch time

pass... it slows down... going around

and around and around, until all time

disappears into space

and you are feeling tired now,

very tired...

very sleepy...

but you're feeling good.

Yes.

Feeling good.

How did you do that?

It's a common technique, Suzanne.

It's useful on highly repressed individuals.

You have surprised me again, Doctor.

Harrison!

He still has his gun.

Would you put your gun on the table, please?

Good.

Are you feeling good?

I feel good.

Good. Feeling good

is good enough.

Would you come here, please?

Now, turn around.

Harrison, you are a dangerous man!

But lovable.

Let's move, people.

We've got work to do.

You sleep...

and when you wake up you'll remember nothing

except that you gave up smoking.

I quit.

Good. You'll thank me for this.

Thank you.

Norton, you need a hand?

No, I'm fine.

They're below me now... also in drums.

How barbaric of these primitives.

Let us wake the sleepers.

Our need for more troops cannot be overemphasized.

The field unit is well aware of this, Comrade.

If they've kept to schedule,

they should be reviving our brethren even now.

What in God's name is going on?

One guess as to who's winning out there.

It's not the home team, Doc.

Suzanne, Norton, you stay here.

Doc, you and I will recon the situation.

You? Think of me as your spiritual advisor.

You're just weird, Blackwood.

Maybe, but when I grow up I want to be just like you.

How did a nice girl like me get into this mess?

I'm just a dude with a love of computers.

You figure.

There's something in the water.

Yeah, there's something happening over there, too.

There must be a hundred of them.

Alien reinforcements.

That's it.

The Canadians... they must have stored

some of the aliens underwater since 1953.

How did you know that?

Just an unlucky hunch, Colonel.

That sound.

I'll never forget that sound as long...

Honorable retreat, Colonel?

Excellent idea.

Now!

We got company.

Nobody I want to know.

Me, neither. Let's get the guys and get out of here.

Thank heavens they're all right.

Go!

Aliens!

Keep going! Drive through them!

They're all aliens!

What the hell do you want to do now?!

Thanks.

I've got enough C-4 here to blow up the Eiffel Tower.

You better have,

or those will be our famous last words.

Will you please explain to me

how blowing up these power lines

is going to destroy aliens way over there?

It's a matter of physics, Suzanne.

Tonight, when a million volts of raw electricity

meets the liquid surface of that lake

it's going to blow everything to Kingdom Come.

You've heard of ball lightning?

Cut the chatter, folks, before we get more company.

Come on.

What are we going to tell the Canadian authorities?

They were terrorists?

How about "illegal aliens"?

I can hardly believe we won.

We tied, Suzanne.

Too many got away tonight.

There's got to be thousands more buried out there,

all over the world.

We've got to find them before they do.

And we've only just started.