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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 ever before.

In 1953, aliens started taking over the world.

Today, they're taking over our bodies.

And what would your name be?

Woodward and Bernstein didn't need a name.

You trying to tell me you're Deep Throat?

They are dying.

And our future dies with them.

Why is this happening?

It is the heat of radiation

from this cavern, Advocate,

left over from human atomic bomb tests.

Then the same radioactivity that is a blessing to us

is a curse to our first-born young on this planet.

To our sorrow.

If these eggs all die,

we must wait nine more years for mating.

And the Circle of Life

will be broken.

This can not be.

Then we must move the eggs

to a safe environment we can control.

We hear your command, Advocate. But where?

Someplace very cold.

A place where our children

may come naturally to life,

as on our planet.

Retrieve the unborn one.

We return thee to Mor'Tax.

In the name of those who come

and those who went before.

To life, immortal.

To life, immortal.

There we are.

I'm gonna meet somebody.

Cash McCullough? Is that you?

No. No, I just use this guy's cards.

That was a joke.

I just a-kid you.

Number 23.

Gotcha, pappy.

Come in and shut the damned door.

Sit down, McCullough.

Okay...

What the hell is this all about?

Won't take long.

Hope it's not a bunch of hot air.

Oh, give me a break,

will you? Just 'cause Mozart had a funny laugh

don't mean you can play the piano, wise guy.

Well... A little obscure, but in the ballpark.

What was the message?

"Big story, big scandal"? So?

So, try a mega-million dollars last year,

secretly funneled by the shadow government

into one small, four-man operation

Nobody's ever even heard of it.

Well, what's this operation called?

"The Blackwood Project."

Beside this,

Watergate is... bupkis.

How high up does this go?

Try the president.

He may have slipped out of Contragate,

but this is a hell of a lot stickier.

Oh, I've got facts,

figures, you name it.

What would your name be?

Woodward and Bernstein

didn't need a name.

You trying to tell me you're Deep Throat?

You're asking too many of the wrong questions

and not enough of the right ones.

Well, Mr. Throat...

tell me, what does this Blackwood group really do?

They're killing illegal aliens

inside the United States,

making them... disappear.

Death squads.

Here in the U.S.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, hotshot.

You interested?

Sure, but why me?

Why not Woodward and Bernstein?

Oh, don't get me started on those two ungrateful bastards.

You're good, McCullough and you're hungry.

Besides the guy who writes out the checks for this project

is General Henry Wilson.

I believe you were related to him

for about 20 minutes.

Yeah.

Yeah. About the longest 20 minutes of my life.

That's close enough.

Then this is your lucky day.

It could be worth a Pulitzer. Here.

Take a look at this.

What the hell is this?

Your ex-wife's a member of that team.

The rest is for you to find out.

How are you doing?

Cold enough for you?

We like it like that.

Uh, we're not open today. It's Sunday.

We'll wait.

You plan to wait here all day and all night?

That's the idea.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Sure you would.

Doc. Just the man I want to see.

Norton, it's 3:00 a.m.

How come you're always showing up at meal time?

Well, my stomach is psychic.

Is this good news or bad?

Well I'm not sure, Doc.

Look, I've been listening

to the alien transmissions for over a year now,

and now something weird's going on,

something different.

Different how?

Well, I'm not sure.

I mean, the aliens talk and I listen,

and even though I don't know what it is they're saying,

I can feel how they're saying it.

I mean, do you understand me?

Something like my love for great music

even though I don't know the words?

Right. So?

So you're gonna think I've lost it,

but, in my best educated, underpaid opinion,

I think these recent alien transmissions

sound like baby talk.

Baby talk?

What do you mean?

I don't know, and it's driving me crazy, Harrison.

I mean, I can't sleep, I can't eat.

Tragic.

Look, I'm falling apart, Doc, and you've got to help me.

Well, fortunately, Norton,

you've come to a man who knows everything.

Doc? What is it Doc?

It's middle "C," Norton.

Middle "C"?

Uh-huh. Now, about this other stuff,

I don't have a clue...

but the kitchen is that way.

For crying out loud.

I don't even know why I bother to talk to you.

You know, I start to think I'm going insane

and then I look at you and I know I'm saner than you are.

Boy, you burn your eyes out all day long...

Mail call.

I'll take one.

Present company excluded, of course.

Excuse me?

Oh, Paul. Why is it my jokes always send you into denial?

Am I missing something here, Suzanne?

Mail, please.

That was the plan.

Well, surprise, surprise.

A gift subscription to Sports Illustrated?

Worse. A call to our outside switchboard from my ex...

The one and only Cash McCullough.

The muckraking reporter.

He would prefer to be known as a journalist.

But, after the divorce, I just called him absent.

It's been nearly two years now.

I wonder what he wants.

What does he want, Suzanne?

Oh. I get it.

That's why the personal delivery service.

You're worried about publicity.

Well, your husband's profession...

My ex-husband, Paul.

Your ex-husband's profession

makes any inquiry by him a matter of security.

This mission is top secret.

Well, don't worry.

I'm not going to tell that person anything.

I know that. Debi might.

Okay. I'll have a talk with her.

Then I'll have a talk with him.

Is that enough?

I'll just need a report

following any contact with your ex-husband.

Security procedure.

Thank you, Suzanne.

Mom, is that Daddy?

Yes, it is, honey.

Now, you remember the talk we had.

Yeah.

Better late than never.

Hey, pretty.

Daddy!

Maybe you can tie this skate, Cash.

I can't do it.

I'll give it a whirl.

Oh, boy, how you've grown.

What you been eating? Super Grow?

No. Do you want to see me skate?

I'm really good.

That's what I'm here for.

Show me your stuff.

'Cause, when you get back,

I've got some presents for you.

Don't appear out of the blue,

spoil her and disappear.

I don't get to see my kid that often, Suzie.

It's not my fault, Cash. It never was.

And don't call me Suzie.

You know how my job is,

Suzanne.

It's almost two years, Cash.

Not a call. Not a letter.

Not even a card on your daughter's birthday.

Do you have any idea how that made her feel?

Oh... I've been back all of two minutes,

and you make it sound like the Nuremberg war trials.

What do you want, Mr. McCullough?

I just wanted to see my kid.

And it's good to see you.

How are you?

I'm okay. You?

Oh... I'm tired.

Tired of running around the world

looking for bad news.

Tired of competing with those Idiots Four on TV.

And I'm tired of being alone.

Alone? Cash McCullough?

The big man who never slept alone in his life?

Well, I'm... I'm not that guy anymore.

I'm sorry I ever was.

And people change.

I wish I could believe that.

Well, let me prove it to you.

I'm in town for a couple of days...

Following up on a story...

And, if it's not much of a problem, I'd like to spend

as much time as I can with you and Debi.

What for?

Well, lunch, dinner, movie... You know. Whatever.

Sounds pretty dangerous, Cash.

Well, you just trust me.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!

What do you think?

I think Dorothy Hamill

had better move over.

Oh!

Last load.

Good.

Excellent.

In four days, we will be many.

We are in control, Advocate.

The Circle of Life must not be broken.

We hear your command.

To life immortal!

They're safe here at this steady temperature.

We only need 72 more hours

before the embryos reach birth.

You looked good.

That was so much fun.

Can I see Dad again tomorrow? Please.

Oh, honey, I don't know. We'll see.

Maybe, if you get your homework done, okay?

Okay. Night, Mom.

Okay. Night, Debi.

Night, Colonel.

Good night, Debi.

So?

Well? What did you and Cash talk about?

Family.

Come again.

Family.

He said he was on assignment in the Soviet Union,

covering the Armenian earthquake,

when it suddenly hit him that he was all alone.

That if he should die right there,

that nobody would know and nobody would care.

No family?

No. Just Debi and me.

So he decided to get in touch with us.

Get in touch with his family.

Do you believe that?

Too strong.

Let's just say I accept what he said.

He's in town on a story.

I know. Here's his file.

His file? What are you talking about?

What is this?

You have a need to know, Suzanne.

General Wilson requested

that I check him out for security reasons.

Uncle Hank and Cash

were enemies on contact, Paul.

For good reason, from what I can see.

You know, that Cash... He must think

he's the Errol Flynn of journalism.

Well, that's the boy's style.

Looks like he hasn't changed much.

What story is he working on, Suzanne?

He didn't say. And, you know,

he did not ask me one question about my work.

Not one?

Well, one.

He wanted to know when I would be free for dinner.

Your answer was?

Tomorrow night.

You know, it's the strangest thing.

While my mind was saying "no,"

my mouth was saying "yes."

He always had that effect on me.

Stavrakos, I'm going to need an ear for tomorrow night.

You see? Baby talk.

Have you been listening to these transmissions

a little too long, Norton?

I know that, Doc.

But, you've got to admit,

we've never seen anything like this before, right?

Right.

I've been trying to get a fix

on their location since

last night when they stopped moving.

And thank you, genie. Yes!

Which is where?

Well, triangulated to the tenth power,

I'd say somewhere in our own industrial quarter.

Get me some specifics.

I'm gonna tell Ironhorse we're heading into town.

Okay.

Looks pretty quiet to me.

That's what they'd like us to think,

but I'm not buying.

What do you see?

Pieces of a puzzle, Blackwood...

which add up to trouble... here.

Okay.

For a company that sells ice, there's enough

passive security there for diamonds at Tiffany's.

They have sensors, electronic locks,

cameras up there on the roof,

and my favorite: the guards with skinrot.

Yeah, whatever

they're doing, they certainly

don't want any company.

What the hell would aliens want with an ice house?

Nothing makes me more curious.

I'm gonna have the Omega Squad button this place up.

And then you and I are gonna go on a little recon patrol.

High security.

An ice house.

Refrigerator trucks, not the usual ice trucks.

And alien transmissions.

Urban location.

It's a big chance they're taking.

What is going on that's so important?

Norton says it's been total radio silence

for the last few hours.

Given what we know of the alien home planner from Quinn,

it's possible that they

are using the ice house

to replicate the colder conditions back in Mor'Tax.

But even if you're right, to do what?

Hi. Any new information on the ice house?

I-I said anything new?

Is something wrong?

Uh, n-no.

Uh... you look terrific.

You're a knock out.

Well, thank you...

Paul, Harrison.

But my fashion reviews aside,

is there anything going on at the ice house?

Well, it's quiet for now.

We're working on a theory.

Yeah, everything's under control.

Um, don't worry about a thing, and have a great time.

Yeah, well...

I'll settle for a good dinner.

See you later.

All under control, Doc?

It's just a figure of speech.

Well, as I see it,

all we have is a known enemy base

with an unknown enemy mission.

Ticking time bomb.

Our job to make sure that it doesn't go off.

What now?

Well, first we find out what kind of a bomb it is...

and then we terminate the aliens.

As I said,

everything's under control.

Well...

here's to family...

Wherever we may find them.

You know, uh, Debi was remarking today

how much she wished that we were all together again.

How do you feel about that?

Well, having had...

five years since our divorce to think about it... no.

Well... I said I was sorry.

Sorry?

Cash, we needed you.

Debi needed a father.

I needed a husband, not postcards.

I'm sorry, I...

I promised myself I wouldn't do this tonight.

It's my turn to say sorry.

It's all right.

I deserved it.

But I believe I deserve a second chance, also.

Do you?

How would I ever know

that you would be there for us?

I'm here right now.

For what, dinner?

I'm talking about someone we can count on...

Not someone who's going to disappear.

Disappear?

You mean, like illegal aliens?

What do illegal aliens have to do with this?

You know exactly what I'm talking about, Suzanne.

And frankly, I'm stunned

that you'd even be connected with anything like this.

Like this?

The Blackwood Project.

The Cottage.

General Wilson and his blood money.

All the endless streams of slush funds

being funneled through U.S. dummy corporations

and foreign banks.

And all the dirty little trails

that go right back to a Dr. Harrison Blackwood

and his merry little band of killers.

Killers?

Oh, too harsh?

Let's try "executioners."

A little better?

I'd sit down if I were you.

If not for your own sake,

for that of your daughter's.

Now, I don't know what they're telling you,

but I believe you're being used.

And just exactly what am I being used for, Cash?

Well, I haven't put all the pieces together yet

but from what I see,

the Blackwood Project is merely a euphemism for "death squad."

See, the President makes his little promise of amnesty...

Poor immigrant Mexicans...

And they come out of hiding right to the slaughter.

Do you find this funny?

You've got it all wrong, Cash.

Oh, have I?

Well, do you remember what they did with Abscam?

I'm going to do the same thing with this,

only much bigger.

And I'm going public within 48 hours.

And you're either with me or against me.

What a fool I was.

It was the story you were after.

Well, if you help me,

I know I can protect you and Debi from harm...

when it all blows.

Now... tell me what's going on.

You have got it all wrong, Cash.

Tell me what you know.

I can't.

And even if I could...

you know that you're the kind of bastard

that makes a case for divorce not enough.

The only thing that's important to you is you.

You would sell your soul to get a story,

you dumb son of a bitch.

Well, you know me, Suzanne.

I will get the story.

Now... are you coming with me?

You can go to hell!

All units ready, Colonel.

Report back to your post, soldier.

Let's go.

Are we insured for this?

Of course... by Uncle Sam.

Let's go.

Get down.

Come on.

Have you ever seen anything like this?

No, I never have.

Whatever they are... These things are alive.

Let's get out of here.

No! I want one of these.

What, are you nuts?

You don't even know what that damned thing is.

We have to find out.

That's our job, isn't it?

All right, Blackwood.

You're taking full responsibility for this.

Don't I always?

Here.

Piece of cake.

What is it, Suzanne?

I don't know.

Some kind of pod or cocoon would be my guess.

Okay... ready for the side view?

Let's see what the super-computer

has to say about this.

Come on, Norton.

Well, well, well...

do you have something to tell me?

Yes.

Dinner was an unmitigated disaster.

And besides that,

somehow, some way,

Cash seems to know all about us...

Except that he's got the story all wrong.

He thinks we're killing Mexicans.

Mexicans?

Hmm-mm... illegal aliens.

Whoever the leak is, they don't seem to know

we're dealing with creatures from another planet.

They think they're from Tijuana.

That's terrific!

What's he plan to do with that story?

Same thing that made him famous. Publish it.

Now wait a minute!

I'm just gonna have to have a talk with this Cash.

Oh, he'd just love that.

He didn't get anything out of me, though.

I know.

What?

I had your table bugged.

A security procedure, Suzanne.

Need to know.

Has the whole world gone insane?

Yo, guys!

Come and take a look at this.

Huh?

That's fascinating.

If that's what I think it is,

we have a major problem, folks.

So? Well?

From what little we know of alien physiognomy,

I'd say that's an alien fetus.

An egg?

There were hundreds...

there were thousands of them in that ice house.

If those things hatch, we have got

a real problem.

Have you missed me?

You got card?

Yeah.

Numbah 23. Numbah 23.

Funny guy.

It's your nickel.

Thanks for coming.

I won't come here again. What's wrong?

I need confirmation.

That's your job, hotshot, not mine.

You want the story told.

I want to tell the story.

But there's not a station or a newspaper

that would publish without hard evidence.

And you want me to get it for you?

It don't work that way, buddy.

What do you know?

I thought this was beginning to smell like a set up.

Sit down, McCullough.

Exactly what hard evidence

did you have in mind?

You've got to get me inside the Cottage.

Not possible.

Then they'd have to kill you.

I need you alive.

How reassuring.

Well, you're gonna have to inform me

of their next move, then.

Why?

So I can film it and put it on the 6:00 news.

Oh, old General Wilson, will pop his cork

over that one.

Okay, you've got it, wise guy.

Good.

You know where to find me.

Uh-huh.

I've got to ask you something.

Hm?

Why'd you tip Woodward and Bernstein?

Hell, one term with "Tricky Dick" was bad enough.

Two was impossible

But this is personal.

How personal?

Lady business, sonny.

That fat pig Wilson has taken big bites out of my private pie.

Same mistress?

Uh-huh.

Boy, no wonder you knew so much.

This'll keep him busy, huh?

Nail his butt to the wall.

Be a pleasure.

Is there no degradation too great?

No sense of morality present at all on this damned planet?

But we did take every precaution, Advocate.

Then how could this outrage occur?

We cannot explain what has happened to the missing embryo.

You idiots.

It is clear what has happened.

Only humans would dare to steal one of our firstborn.

But who among the humans know the eggs are here, Advocate?

Whoever knows will return.

The Circle of Life is almost complete.

Now it is too late to move our young.

Then you must defend the embryos with your lives.

Our future depends on it.

We hear your command.

These humans are treacherous.

We'll be doing a great service

for the entire universe to kill each and every one

of these revolting human beings.

Death to all humans!

Norton!

Sorry.

No, no, turn it up, now.

What's happening?

I don't know, but there seems to be

some kind of reciprocal response

to the alien transmission.

Maybe it got too hot.

Low stable temperatures.

That could be a good reason

why they're using the ice house as a hatchery.

Okay. So what do we do now?

Better call Harrison and Ironhorse.

If this thing is hatching,

I could be midwife to a monster.

Harrison,

you better get down here right now!

Oh, my God.

It's... alive.

It's dying.

Yeah. Looks like it.

Let's make sure.

A couple of nine millimeter slugs ought to do it.

What?

Do have any idea the tremendous value

this fetus could be to our research?

I can hardly imagine

what this little thing could tell us.

Oh!

Hang on! Hang on!

Suzanne, get your arms out of there!

Come back with me!

Wow.

It's dead now.

A throng of eggs just like that one

in the ice house which are not.

My plan is ready.

We'll attack tonight.

If it's not too late.

I don't see any of our men.

That's the idea.

This is Red Leader to Omega One.

Synchronize watches in ten... mark.

Go!

Demolition squad up front!

Now!

Dead.

Get down!

Bring the camera, John.

Let's go.

Cash?

Oh, my God, no!

Cover the guys on the floor.

I got 'em.

Peter, come on, come on.

They're using chemicals on the poor bastards.

This is great.

What's the score, Stavrakos?

Seven to two, sir. Omega.

They've got that egg room guarded real well.

Cash!

What the hell is that?

It's that damned reporter.

Cash?

Damn!

You wanted to see

the illegal aliens we're killing?

Okay, men, we're going in.

Stay here.

Let's go!

My God, Cash.

I'm sorry.

Go!

Down! Get down!

Flamethrowers!

Torch those things!

Okay, let's go!

Now you know.

I don't know anything anymore.

You realize that if you ever try to tell this story...

What story?

You mean about aliens invading Earth from another planet?

Who'd believe me.

Hell, I don't even believe me.