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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.

After we evacuate,

this facility will be like Chernobyl.

Bud, you're not going to believe this!

You telling me this thing is a flying saucer?

Give me a break!

You tell me. It's down there.

Have a look up here.

My God! What is it?

I'm telling you

it's from outer space or somewhere.

I dug up a freaking flying saucer!

Dr. Blackwood, Lieutenant Colonel Manning.

Hi. Dr. Suzanne McCullough.

Lieutenant Colonel Ironhorse.

Let's get inside!

Right this way, gentlemen.

It's just down the hall.

They certainly are isolated up here.

I hope this is worth the trip.

This is incredible!

It's incredible!

I'll have my personnel out of here by 1600 hours.

I'm leaving a couple of computer techs to run the place.

I'm doing that only for appearances.

The place damn near runs itself.

How many people know about this?

The people who found it... a few others.

We've told them it's top secret.

There won't be a problem.

Can I ask you one thing?

Where's that thing from?

From someplace very far away.

Thank you very much, Colonel.

It's in absolutely perfect shape, Norton.

My guess is a scout pod or a single man surveillance unit.

We've certainly never seen anything like this before.

Are you sure it's our aliens?

Well, it's got triangular plates

just like the ones on the hatches

of the big warships,

and we can see an alien inside. How's that?

Good enough for me.

Now, the big ships have magnetic locking devices.

This appears to be different.

Fire up the computer, Norton.

Find out what we have

on portals, locking systems, et cetera, et cetera.

I really want to get inside this thing.

I'm looking for Dr. Harrison Blackwood.

I'll call you right back, Norton.

I'm Harrison Blackwood.

Colonel Frederick Alexander, United States Air Force.

Sir, I'm afraid I'm going

to have to ask you to leave.

Colonel Ironhorse? This is for you.

Harrison... I'm afraid Colonel Alexander here is in charge.

The Pentagon has assigned

this operation to Project Nine.

What the hell is Project Nine?

That's need-to-know, Doctor.

Your orders are to assist me in every way.

I'll expect your full cooperation.

Sergeant... Sir!

Secure the area.

Yes, sir.

We'd better cooperate, Harrison.

Let's go, please.

That diamond bit didn't even make a scratch.

How long to set up the laser?

About an hour.

Then do it.

Even if I were

to guess how this little adventure was going to turn out

I never would have imagined

that we would be in this computerized,

nuclear-driven tin can, stuck out here

in the middle of nowhere.

I resent being treated this way!

I mean, why weren't we

informed of this?

I think we just were... by Colonel Alexander.

And since when is someone else working on the alien problem?

Harrison,

doesn't this bother you?

It makes me absolutely crazy.

Hello.

Harrison.

Norton!

Your Dr. Forrester was amazing.

Now I know where you get your head from.

As close as I can make out,

he was analyzing the sonic frequencies

that the alien warships produced when they fired their death ray.

Did the file say why?

Well, apparently, he was hoping

he could knock out the power source

on the alien warships by feeding back

a variation of their tones.

No power. No magnetic field. Yeah,

theoretically that's possible.

Dr. Forrester abandoned his work

when he couldn't figure out

how to reproduce the alien sounds.

But with today's technology?

Exactly.

You've got some work to do, Norton.

I'll speak to you later.

I understand.

General Wilson's hands are tied.

It looks like we're going to have

to work for this Air Force clown.

Well, let's just see how far they get without us.

Okay, that's it.

Stand by.

Start at point 18.

The first assault by the laser

reflected off the object like a mirror.

The metal... or whatever it is... Isn't even warm.

This material of unknown composition

seems to be impenetrable.

I guess we all came up here for nothing.

Let's pack this thing up and get out of here.

Wait a minute.

Don't you think that's just a little premature?

That's a hydrogen fluoride laser.

It can cut through ten feet of steel in five seconds.

We'd like to try sound waves; ultrasonic and sonic?

Unless you have a better idea.

The good news is these sonic waves could get us inside.

I don't like games, Dr. Blackwood.

And the bad news is once inside

this alien could jump out and eat our faces off.

Or we can microwave it while it's still in there.

Thanks for the science lesson.

We'll proceed, unless you have a better idea.

It's all yours, Norton.

Nothing's happening, Norton.

I'm going to crank this thing up.

Easy does it.

It seems as if your Dr. Forrester's research

is a little spurious.

We'll proceed with our using caps.

Let's be very careful.

This is amazing.

This is a rare opportunity.

We've never had an intact alien to study before.

Congratulations, Doctor.

I suggest that we restrict access to this area

and post a 24-hour guard.

What for? It hardly seems necessary.

This thing isn't going to go anywhere.

They've come back to life before, Colonel.

Organize your watch schedule.

Yes, sir.

I'd like to talk with you

and your people about the priority of experiments.

Playing this a little fast and loose, don't you think?

Relax. He's posting a guard.

We understand the...

Yes, it's all so fascinating.

Ah, Colonel.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sherman.

It's taken you six hours

to find out who Alexander is?

Norton, I'm personally hurt and disappointed, to say the least.

Here I am, I'm telling people

what a great computer whiz you are.

Harrison, that information was buried so deep

in the Pentagon computers that finding it

in six hours was a miracle of modern computing.

What's the big mystery?

Alexander's Project Nine reports directly

to the Joint Chiefs, Phoenix Mountain Project.

Phoenix Mountain?

Shadow government time at the highest level.

You know, the president is need-to-know.

They're into everything, from training dolphins

to deliver underwater bombs... I love this.

To managing all alien artifacts for the government.

Hangar 15?

Hangar 15.

From the files, my guess is that Alexander's unit

is charged with trying to adapt alien technology

for military purposes.

Too weird, it's just too intense.

Okay, thanks, Norton.

I'll talk to you later.

Alexander's been grilling Suzanne.

Yeah, what about?

The man is a sponge.

He wanted to know everything about the chemical makeup

of the aliens, all of our cellular work,

the aliens' life cycle, how they take over our bodies,

you name it.

Did you learn anything from him?

Just that he works out of Houston. And that's it?

That this guy has got access

to all of our information, all of our computers...

I wonder what he's up to.

I really couldn't get any sense of what he's up to.

Fact: each cell contains all the genetic material

for the entire organism.

Fact: the aliens' ability to blend with humans

indicates the cells are compatible.

Question:

would implanting alien cells in a human host

give him the ability to understand

the aliens' thought process?

Toughest thing about this assignment... staying awake.

See you.

I want you two men on the exterior.

You two, room-to-room. It's shoot to kill, gentlemen!

Ah, Colonel.

I hadn't realized that you'd taken over.

It appears the alien was taken out the venting system.

Well, the worst-case scenario, sir, is that this thing

has come back to life and climbed out.

That's how we've got to proceed.

If you'll excuse me, sir.

And nobody tried to hide this.

Colonel Alexander!

There's something you should see.

We also found this.

Looks like he came in up there.

All green vegetables.

Peas, green beans, broccoli.

All high in chlorophyll.

Looks like we've got a live alien on our hands.

It is imperative we recapture that alien.

How dangerous is it, sir?

Damn it, Sergeant,

the last thing we want to do is terminate.

There's so much work we can do with it, so much potential.

Strict instructions here, Sergeant.

I want it alive.

Yes, sir.

When we recapture that alien,

we're gonna make history.

Global history.

I'm not sure I understand.

Remember to set up a time-lapse video camera to record all the effects.

I'm going to need your assistance

to monitor all my reactions.

I'm going to absorb some alien cells into my own body.

Colonel, self-experimentation is...

Is what's called for.

We're doing groundbreaking work here.

It's incredibly exciting.

Colonel, I realize that scientific literature

is filled with researchers who used themselves

as guinea pigs, but you and I both... The situation

calls for it.

I don't know, sir.

There's no question about it.

I'm absolutely sure.

We've been fighting these aliens for over a year now.

We've got the edge on Alexander.

We know these things; we find it, we take it with us

and let that colonel flyboy whistle in the wind.

Ah, the camaraderie between the services is so nice to see.

Look, Harrison, I just don't like the way this guy is treating us.

Where could the alien have gone?

He's already hit the food supplies.

We should post a guard there. It's already done.

Then... it could be anywhere.

Harrison, that's not good enough.

Could there be some form of communications in that pod?

Why wouldn't there be? Well, I've already posted a guard

at the pod, too, but

I got to tell you, I'm getting a little short-handed here.

Have you already called for reinforcements?

As soon as Omega B mops up

in Northern California, they'll be here.

Assuming the storm lets up.

There's got to be some way that we can use

all the high-tech gear in this place.

Now you're talking, Harrison.

I'm sorry to barge in on you like this, Doctors, Colonel.

I'd appreciate it if you'd all remain confined to quarters.

Excuse me?

We're conducting an intensive search.

I'd hate for anybody to get hurt inadvertently.

Excuse me, Colonel.

I think we can handle ourselves, thank you.

I'm sure you can.

You can handle yourself... Confined to quarters.

I feel...

I'm on the brink of some precipice,

about to fall into some vast...

unknown, some vast uncharted area

no man has traveled before.

All of Project Blackwood's data

indicates these aliens are superior beings.

Faster, smarter, more evolved.

There are unknown variables, no doubt,

but the research risks are worth it.

This could be mankind's watershed moment.

There's something odd happening here.

Someone is communicating with me.

The 17th...

ten hundred hours.

I believe I have just made contact

with an alien.

I'm good.

No... I'm great.

But there's no way I can get into that computer

and control the environmental programs.

Do you have a virus in that computer, Norton?

It took you six hours for Alexander, and now this?

If this job is over your head...

I'll see you.

Hold on a second.

Colonel.

Colonel, we're confined to quarters.

It's a matter of semantics, Harrison.

Quarters to me...

means this entire facility.

Hey, Doc.

Take a look at this model for getting into the system.

Yeah, that's...

Norton... I have a...

Green floating weirdness?

Green floating weirdness.

What's going on here?

Is there anything...

It's alive.

It's taking information out of my machine.

It's the alien. It's got to be.

He's accessing every file we've got.

Disconnect, Norton!

Pull the plug!

He's pulling all the information on the Blackwood Project.

It's gone.

Mine, too.

It accessed everything.

Such an amazingly short period of time.

Lieutenant Perry is removing

the distilled alien genetic matter along with

point eight seven five of the chemical compounds

given to me by this being from another planet.

She will then inject two CC's of it into my system,

sub-lingual, to be closer to the brain.

All functions slightly elevated,

probably adrenaline pumping.

Okay.

Think of what it knows now.

Norton? Norton? Norton! Norton!

This stops nothing.

I still have a camera and a tape recorder.

This documentation will be invaluable.

We've had an energy shutdown.

I'm feeling no effects from the injection

of the alien genetic matter.

Make a visual examination.

Who is it?! This lab is off limits.

It's Blackwood. And Tex, Sir.

Looks like the power's off.

Brilliant! Brilliant, Sergeant.

No one is allowed in this lab.

I want everyone out of here!

No one's allowed in here

without permission!

Everything will be rectified in a few minutes.

Did you try a system re-boot?

No, it still doesn't work.

Try the main panel.

I'm still fritzing around with this stupid lock.

What I don't understand

is why the backup power system hasn't kicked in.

You got me.

Well, keep at it.

I'm in.

Let's hope the computer's backup supply is still working.

Okay...

Retinal blood vessels on the fundus

appear normal.

He's out there.

I know he is.

How do I reach out?

We were communicating.

If I lose this opportunity...

Sir...

I think under the circumstances

we should tell the others of this contact with the alien.

Absolutely not.

How do I reach you?

Where are you?

That's big trouble.

This way.

We have to shut this place down.

Isolate it!

Okay, let's move out.

I found evidence of the alien

at the grate where the capsule was stored.

We should have been smarter.

We should have been a whole lot smarter.

It knows everything that we know.

It knows that Earth's bacteria stopped its kind.

And now it's got the radiation

that's going to make it invulnerable.

How long until that backup system is fixed?

We're ready.

Ah, that should get things back to normal.

Yes, but we still have an alien at large here, Colonel.

Only temporarily, I'm sure.

With your team's experience,

you should be responsible for the search operation.

Well, I... I agree, sir.

I am expecting reinforcements.

Well, the storm will delay them,

but I'm sure we're in good hands.

We're on line again.

Great!

We have to find out

how far the radiation has spread.

If we go into any one of those rooms

with that amount of radiation

and it's all over.

Don't worry, we can't.

The facility seals off all radiation-filled rooms.

Radiation has no way of seeping out,

and we have no way of getting in.

And the circle is tightening.

Sir... there are definite changes.

I know, I can feel it.

It's like seeing through new eyes.

Everything's clearer.

This is only the beginning.

You see what I mean?

That alien's progress is non-linear.

It's moving around in the guts of this tin can,

places we can't go and don't have schematics for.

We'll keep in close radio contact.

Keep checking your radiation meters.

We'll split up.

I'll take the Northern sector.

You take the South, East, West.

He'll let us know what's happening.

Okay, let's go.

I'm gonna check out the system.

You noticed a change in our friend, Colonel Alexander?

Suddenly he's dumped this whole operation in our laps.

There's no more talk about the alien.

There's all that interest in what you were doing.

Yet he's a very structured man.

What could be so important

that would make him change his priorities?

Try to make contact with me.

I've been reaching out for over an hour.

Shut that thing off.

Contact.

Contact.

It is 1415 hours on the 17th.

I'm about to come face to face with a being.

It has on its extremities three long digits

at the ends.

There seems to be a kind of secretion

on the surface of its skin.

It's in the lab.

Are you getting this?

I am going in peace to meet with this being.

We will be meeting

as representatives of two worlds.

I am reaching out.

It understands.

We can communicate.

The experiment was a total success.

Lieutenant Perry,

you've been a witness to history.

Colonel Alexander.

Yes?

Just want you to know we've started the search.

I'm sure your Colonel Ironhorse will find him.

I couldn't see the whole room.

But if I could just recall.

Memory recall technique.

Did you find anything?

No, sir.

Let me see your weapon

for a second.

Something wasn't right.

I'm sure your Colonel Ironhorse will find him.

Something was... was wrong.

Something... just... didn't fit.

Nothing.

Alexander's the alien.

He turned the radiation meter off

or he would have lit that room up like a Christmas tree.

Then he should be setting them off everywhere he goes.

Let's track him through our wall units.

He's shutting us in with lethal doses of radiation.

Where's Norton when I need him?

Override the security, reverse it...

Now cover my tracks, out of batch two.

Reverse that and patch it into there.

I take it all back, Norton.

You're not great, you're the king.

Quiet, Harrison.

You're the absolute king.

Yes, I know.

You're doing it.

Of course I am.

The radiation is right behind me.

It's over.

We're trapped. There's no way we can get through these walls.

Damn it! He's outside!

He's outside, Norton.

Well, then I've lost him.

No, we can still track him.

Patch us into the external radiation sensor grid.

Yeah, that'll do it.

Can you locate him?

We can locate him within a quarter of an inch.

What good will that do? We're trapped in here.

No, we're not. When you get him,

you let me know.

Harrison, can you read me?

Yeah. I'm here.

Okay, give me those coordinates.

Okay, it's 237 degrees...

10 degrees elevation.

Hold it! Hold it!

241 degrees.

All right, you missed him.

Not to worry.

Make it 245 degrees and seven degrees elevation.

We're going to lead him a little bit.

Got him!

All right!

After we evacuate, this facility will be like Chernobyl...

Unfit for human habitation for ten centuries.

Wait, wait, what about Alexander's research?

Frankly, Suzanne,

I don't give a damn.