All language subtitles for Threshold - 01x03 - Blood of the Children-eng

Previously on Threshold:

Molly Anne Caffrey?

You've just become the most
important person on the planet.

Dr. Caffrey wrote the protocols
we'll be implementing tonight.

We don't have time for fear.

We don't have the luxury
of self-doubt.

We're approaching the ship.

We had to tranq him.

Someone's trying to unzip our
DNA strands and reassemble them.

We blew up his damn ship.
Why come here?

Looks like Gunneson
left us a parting gift.

Why don't you come back
tomorrow afternoon.

We'll run another
round of tests.

I just don't feel
like myself anymore.

I'm scared, too.

But we're gonna stick together.

You're one of us.

No.
I'm not.

Call 911.

Oh, my God. Call 911.

Some good news,
some bad.

You know I thrive
on the bad.

According to your EEG,

your theta brain waves
are still on speed.

- The good?
- Your scan's clean.

No tumors or
tissue aberrations.

I got your blood work back--

no genetic mutations whatsoever.

Same with Lucas
and Cavennaugh.

What do the brain waves mean?

I don't know yet.

Theta waves move faster when
we're very relaxed or near sleep.

Beta waves dominate
when we're alert and awake.

Who knows what this alien
signal might have done to you.

- Any more bizarre dreams?
- No.

Luckily, the three of you were only exposed
to a videotape for a few seconds.

The crew of this ship was directly
exposed for a prolonged period of time.

Their DNA is completely
transformed.

Any change in Gunneson?

Yeah.

I mean, he's still
in a comatose state.

His brain is damaged,
but functional.

But you know those bullet holes
you blew into him?

- They healed.
- What?

You're kidding.

Apparently, Gunneson's traded
his genetic structure

for strength and
the power of regeneration.

So the six missing crewmen are
running around out there like Superman?

I wouldn't say Superman,

they just won't be making as many
Blue Cross co-payments as you and I.

Still haven't found
any of them?

We're still surveilling
their homes.

Got to go.

To be continued.

As part of their surveillance,

our agents are monitoring
all emergency radio calls

in the vicinity
of the crewmen's homes.

- We got a hit?
- Possibly.

Agents at the home of Crewman Thoas
Sanford in Gladston, Virginia,

picked up on an odd police call
at a fast-food joint two towns over.

This is a security tape?

Yeah.

Whatever he's on makes PCP
look like baby aspirin.

Do we know where he went?

He was found in the storeroom
with his head imploded.

The bystander that called 911...

she said his face was deformed.

- Deformed how?
- She didn't say.

But watch this
on slow speed.

- The fractal pattern.
- The alien's calling card.

We found ourselves
another crew member.

An American ship is blasted
by a signal from a UFO.

We found the crew dead,

except for six who were missing
and another who escaped.

We naturally presumed
that these men were also dead.

Then one showed up
at your house.

He was upset and disoriented.

And tried to kill you.

If that's all he came for,

I'd be dead right now.

And how the hell did he know
where to find you?

Well, I'm still
working on that one.

What about the rest of them?
What are they up to?

Looks like now
we have one less crewman to ask.

If this man in Virginia
is Crewman Sanford,

that leaves us five
alien infectees to find.

Well, either way, it's time we step up from
basic surveillance to a more proactive hunt.

We can't just wait
until the others turn up

if they're out there
with that kind of strength.

Does your Threshold Plan
cover this circumstance?

Yes. We'll set up a network
of data miners

to monitor all media outlets and
emergency response frequencies nationwide.

J.T.? J.T.?

J.T.?

J.T.?

I can't even read
when I'm on the road,

let alone take a nap.

- How did I drift off?
- Well, what's it been?

Five days since
we were on that ship?

Have you even slept one
decent night since then?

Mmm. Sleep is for the weak.

I'm fine, don't worry.

Human survival may depend on you
and this plan of yours.

So as your doctor, I'm
ordering you: get more sleep.

All right.

Did you have another dream?

Yeah.

No glass trees.

I was at work and I...

I got lost and...

this boy was following me.

A child following you at work.

Well, maybe we can just chalk
that one up to your biological clock.

That's original.

- Did anyone touch the body?
- No.

Our agents were first responders,
showed U.S. Marshal credentials,

said this involved a fugitive.

The cops were relieved--
less paperwork.

U.S. Marshals?
I thought our cover was FBI.

The body's back there.

What are the casualties?

Broke one man's nose and
a couple of ribs and the kid

he threw is in the hospital
with a broken collarbone.

This is the other clerk
that was on duty.

She said she'd only talk
to the top cop.

Body of a white male,

approximately 180 pounds.

Arterial blood spray
on the wall,

approximately two feet in length
from the base of the mirror to...

where we learn that
"Toto bites it."

Body twisted.

Partially prone.

Face mutilated.

And then Cal was like,"Hey."

And he was all like,"Ahh!"

And threw Cal over the
counter on top of the fryer,

inches away from me.

Did the attacker
say anything?

Not that I heard.

Was he on drugs
or something,

'cause everyone said he
looked like he was tweaking.

We don't know.

- Is that him?
- No, Jerry's older than that dude.

- Jerry?
- Jerry Dalton.

Local guy,
comes in every week for Fajita Friday.

Always cleans up after himself,
and then bang, he's the Hulk.

- Do you know if he's a sailor?
- No, he's, like, a janitor.

Where?

Weymouth Military Academy, just up the street.

This man is not
a Big Horn crew member?

No.
He's a townie.

Protruding bone,
distorted features...

I've only seen these kind
of mutations once before--

on the dead men on that ship.

How quickly can you autopsy
this body for confirmation?

Within hours of you
getting me back to my lab.

I'll get you a chopper.

Molly, hold on.
Now wait a second.

If this man wasn't
a Big Horn crew member,

how did this happen?

The only cause of this genetic
mutation we're aware of

is the alien object signal.

So either
it appeared here again,

or there are other infectees from the Big Horn,
that we don't know about.

We're on our way to the school right now.

What do you need us to do?

The night of the incident,

both the FAA and Coast Guard
gave us reports stating

no people were in the vicinity of the Big Horn,
while it was exposed.

- Check their accuracy.
- Okay, we're on it.

Your cover is Molly Caffrey, U.S. Marshal.

Thanks.

We're going to need enough men
to secure the campus

and a med-tech to take blood samples.

Done.

Jerry Dalton's been facilities manager
longer than I've been dean.

He worked hard, never caused a problem.

We need to sequester the campus
and interview the students.

Well, that won't be difficult,
this is a leave weekend.

There are about 28 cadets
and four faculty members on campus.

We would like to get blood
samples from everyone as well.

All parents sign a release for regular,
mandatory drug testing,

including blood if needed.

Good.

Our cadets
exhibit discipline.

I would have a hard time
believing that any of them

are involved in anything illegal.

I'm hoping to find nothing
unusual with your cadets.

Janklow, Arroyo, fall in!

Yes, sir.

Commander Fox said
you were a squad leader, Cadet Janklow.

Have you noticed anything strange
in your squad lately?

Strange, ma'am?

- Odd behavior, fighting?
- No, ma'am.

Fighting will get them
18 miles of running.

Most kids your age are playing video games
or hanging at the mall.

This is top-notch preparation,
Marshal Caffrey.

For the military?

For helping rid the world of terrorists
and safeguarding our democracy.

That's a big goal
for a high school freshman.

Ma'am, my father told me,
that goals can't be too big.

My father said something similar.

After Marshal Caffrey finishes
with her questions,

you'll proceed directly to the infirmary
for a blood test!

Yes, sir, Squad Leader Janklow!

So, when was the last time
you saw Mr. Dalton?

In our dorm, ma'am, fixing stuff.

How'd he seem to you?

Busy, ma'am, like always.

Has anything happened at school lately,
that seemed weird?

Not that I can think of, ma'am.

Molly.

Just one minute, Josh.

Anything unusual in Dalton's quarters?

Beer, tools and porno.

The guy's a poster boy from blue collar usual.

Check with the techs taking magnetic readings.

If the alien ship made an appearance,

the signal will be sky-high.

All right.

The Coast Guard GPS log conforms

with the Baltimore Port Vessel tracking data.

No other sea craft was within
a ten-mile vicinity of the Big Horn the night

it was exposed to the alien signal.

I can only imagine how the signal
affected marine life in the area.

Well, don't bother.

It wasn't Flipper,
that went all postal in the taco dive.

True, but a mutated Charlie Tuna
could end up on any of our plates.

Good point, Lucas,
but we need to prioritize infected humans first.

Well, then I'll need data
to check against the FAA flight schedules.

I got a print-out of the surveillance radar
from Maryland Air Traffic Control.

It's not Maiden is it?

I'm not quite sure what that means.

The Maiden radar system is ancient.

There are lots of outages.

Can I... please?

Oh, cool.

This route center uses the newest radar system.

Accurate and very readable.

Hey, you know,

I thought we all agreed yesterday

that the best use of my mathematical genius

was deciphering the fractal pattern.

Um, now, I'm confused as to why Caffrey

pulled me off that project to now do what is basically,

uh, clerical work.

Believe it or not,

analyzing NTSB documents
is new for me, too, Dr. Ramsey.

But there are six of us on the Red Team

who actually know what this threat is about.

Now, agents and staff
have top secret clearances.

But they are given information
on an as-needed basis.

None of our staff
will hear the word "extraterrestrial".

So if we're going to uphold the Threshold Plan
tenets of preventing mass panic,

we're all going to have
to widen our job descriptions.

Okay, I was just asking.

What?

There's a discrepancy.

AmeriSky Flight 23 diverted from its path

because of an air pressure pocket.

Within a mile of the Big Horn.

At 10:20 P.M.

That's when the alien ship appeared.

This must be our link to Molly's dead,
deformed guy in Virginia.

And this could mean we've got
a planeload of alien infectees.

I'm anxious to see our cadets cleared.

Well, it shouldn't be long.

We're rushing the samples back to our lab.

Now I interviewed all the cadets,

but one of them didn't show up
to give his blood sample.

- Who?
- Ensign Jordan Peters, grade eight.

Lights out was ten minutes ago.

I'll go to the dorm.

I'll bring him here myself.

If you can't find him, Commander

please, call me immediately.

I'll find him.

Peters, is that you?

Why aren't you in your dorm?

Cadet!

This library is closed.

Cadet Peters!

Do you hear me?!

Step away from that computer.
Turn to attention.

Explain why you have violated curfew.

We have a federal investigation
going on here, son!

One of our men heard
a disturbance and found this.

Is this building locked after hours?

It was. Someone
shouldered the front door.

Commander Fox was looking for a cadet
who skipped his blood test--

Jordan Peters.

I haven't been able to reach Fox on his cell.

There's no sign of a body in the vicinity.

I saw that mask in a dream.

Worn by a boy.
Have you?

No. No dreams since the first one.

Anything else besides the mask?

He-he wanted me to see something.

I don't know what.

Can you tell where the struggle started?

Positioning of furniture,
blood drop direction...

I'd say right at this desk.

It's still warm.

I'll take it and run its recent activity.

You find Peters and Commander Fox.

Okay. Call me if you find anything weird.

That'll be our motto.

When did you last see your roommate?

I haven't seen Ensign Peters since third mess, sir.

I assumed he put in late for weekend leave.

He say anything to you at dinner?

Only that he was going to the computer lab, sir.

For what?

Didn't say, sir.

Well, you both have computers right here.

That's right, sir.

But cadets can only access the Internet
in the computer lab.

Sir?

Yes, Arroyo?

Jordan Peters is my friend.

But I am bound by the honor code
to inform you that

he'd been acting strange ever since
you marshals got here, sir.

How so?

I can't really say, sir.

He, uh, hasn't been himself.

That's Flight 23's data recorder.

I had to ground the plane.

We cross-checked the flight's passenger
and crew list

with the school student and staff roster.

There's no overlap.

Why do they call them black boxes if they're orange?

Maybe 'cause the only time
they look at it is after it's charred black.

We have to be careful.

It's possible that this
has captured the alien signal.

I'll route its data through an audio filter program,

eliminate any specific signal frequencies.

- How long will that take?
- A few hours.

Okay, I'll be here.
I'm about to interview the pilot.

What, you're not including me?

You want in, Ramsey?

Isn't this beneath your mathematical genius?

Of course it is, but I'm also a linguist.

I don't know what you're thinking,
doing the interview without me.

Okay. Fine.

It was a pretty, uh,

pretty routine flight.

Um, all I can recall is there was a slight reroute
due to an air pressure pocket.

It delayed our arrival slightly.

Did you hit any turbulence during this reroute?

Excuse me?

Turbulence.

Uh, yeah, we had a little patch,

um, but most flights
have some bumpiness at some point,

you know. Gee, I wish
I could be more help.

I have no idea what you guys are looking for.

Maybe nothing you know about, Captain.

We're taking a look at the black box now.

Please?

The flight data recorder.

I've never heard of reviewing
the FDR for an uneventful flight.

Is this a, uh, Homeland Security matter?

That's correct, Captain.

What part of Southern Ohio are you from?

Loveland.

It's right outside of Cincinnati.

How'd you know that?

I'm a linguist.

Wow, you're a pretty good one.

I haven't lived in Ohio in almost 30 years.

A word?

Excuse me.

He's... he's hiding something.

How do you know?

Inconsistent language choices.

I didn't hear any inconsistency in what he said.

No, no, it's not with what he said,
it's how he said it.

Early in the interview,

when he wanted you
to repeat a statement you made,

he asked,"Excuse me?"

But after, when you mentioned
the black box recorder,

he said,"Please?"

Okay?

"Please" as a clarifying question
is a common southern Ohio,

Kentucky regionalism.

People slip into regional vernacular
when they're either angry,

tired or nervous.

And Captain Mancini didn't appear
to me to be angry or tired.

We'll keep him here until Lucas
gets us the black box data.

The last command was backslash 364.

Yeah, that's it.

Rush it.

Marshal Caffrey, ma'am.

Brian.

Sorry to interrupt, ma'am,

but you asked me to come to you
straight away with anything unusual.

Come in.

A member of my squad
was unaccounted for at curfew.

- Was it Jordan Peters?
- That's right. Ensign Peters.

And I can't find Commander Fox.

We're looking for both of them.

It'll be okay.
You can go back to your dorm.

One other thing, ma'am.

- What is it?
- It sounds silly.

I was in the library today and a bunch of books
were on the floor in this weird design.

- Show me.
- Yes, ma'am.

Don't let anyone touch that computer.

Where did you see the shape?

Right back there, Marshal Caffrey, ma'am.

Peters?

What's going on, ma'am?

Shut up and stay back.

Okay, I'm back.

Do exactly what I say.

Roll that up.

Faster!

- Light the map on fire.
- Ma'am?

Now!

What was Janklow doing on that computer?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Did you help him attack Commander Fox?

I didn't attack anyone!

I swear!

Molly, you okay?

I'm fine.

Uh, test his blood.

You didn't fire your weapon.

It wasn't my best recourse.

I had six rounds and a dozen attackers.

Plus, they were children.

They were just kids.

They're probably all infected.

The campus is well-secured, okay?

They can't leave.

Let's head to the infirmary,
see what we can get out of Peters.

All right. Hold up.

Baylock called.

They found a plane
that flew near the Big Horn signal.

Okay.

Let's take this one crisis at a time, hmm?

I don't now what Janklow
and those guys were doing.

I swear, ma'am.

Why did you skip the blood test?

I didn't want to get kicked
out of school for dusting.

For what?

Inhaling cans of computer duster.

You weren't afraid of dying
from huffing propellant,

but you were afraid of getting caught?

I know it was stupid, ma'am.

I heard a couple kids talking about dusting.

They said you couldn't get caught.

Because it won't show up in a urine test,

but propellant does appear
in your bloodstream.

Yes, sir.

Then why were you in the map room?

I knew I'd get busted
for skipping the blood test,

so I figured I'd hide out there
and sneak off campus the next day.

Tell them I forgot to file my leave paper.

Are you... Are you going to arrest me?

- I don't think Peters is infected.
- I agree.

I'm going to keep him here under guard,
just to be safe.

Can you imagine going to a school like this?

I don't have to.

Any sign of the cadets who chased me?

No, not yet.

I don't know
how they escaped that library building.

Caffrey.

Okay. Thanks.

I asked one of our lab techs

to decipher the commands
Janklow used in that computer.

Yeah?

He was trying to override
the system's outgoing firewall to send a mass e-mail.

What was he trying to send?

I don't know.
He didn't download it into the computer.

You got a change of clothing?

Yeah. In the van.

I bring one whenever I travel
more than 20 minutes from home.

It's a good thing this wasn't a 19-minute drive.

Your smirk would be so much more affective
if you weren't soaking.

Commencing reroute.

Vertical acceleration, equipment position,

airspeed, fuel flow--

all normal readouts
for the first three hours and change.

And then we get to 10:23 P.M.

What the hell is that?

It stays like this for 4.2 seconds.

And these guys saw it.

You were right, Ramsey.

The pilot lied.

Hey. Thought you guys forgot me.

What's going on?

Hey. what are you doing?

Hey, no, no!

You can't take my blood without my permission.

- It's against union rules.
- I don't care about your union!

- You lied to us.
- Hey, listen to me.

- You've got the wrong guy.
- Aim at his head!

If he makes a sudden move, blow it off!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

What happened on that flight?

It was intermittent electrical fault.
Just a couple of seconds.

Happens all the time on these old planes.

Hey! No, no! Ah!

Listen, it could have been anything--chafed wiring,

a corroded connector, loose lugs...

Are you saying there was nothing unique at all
about this disturbance?

It created a pattern.
It was weird.

It was like...

like a three-armed starfish or something.

Any audio component?

We were wearing headphones.

Tell Fenway to test that ASAP.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Now, why did you lie to us?

The copilot and I had a couple
of drinks before we boarded.

Just a couple.

You didn't want to report the problem,
and bring attention to yourself--

risk a urine test.

Engineering crews catch these things
during maintenance.

Look, I'm not a terrorist.

You gambled with the lives
of a planeload of people.

What's the difference?

I'm three years from retirement.

Not anymore.

The pilot's blood alcohol was 20 proof,

but no sign of genetic mutation.

- We've hit a dead end.
- No, we didn't.

What have you got?

I started poking around in the lives
of the flight 23 passengers,

using their Social Security numbers.

It's amazing the information
we're privy to here.

I mean, it's just ripe for abuse but...

You and Ralph Nader should have a nice chat
about that over some tofu.

All right, tough guy.

I'm guessing you value
your rights as much as I do.

Yeah. And I'm assuming you value your life
as much as I do.

And, if that means taking a look
at some credit card defaults

to catch these alien freaks, I don't care.

All right, fine.

I'm just saying we've got
to keep ourselves in check,

or else we're the government conspirators
we always feared.

Point taken.
What have you got?

There's a boy on the flight.

He's listed as Joshua Haber.

Haber's his mother's name.

Joshua's legal name is Foster.

So?

So Joshua Foster is a sixth grader
at Weymouth Military Academy.

- We've got to call Caffrey.
- Yeah.

Are you sure Joshua Foster
wasn't one of your pursuers?

Yes. I remember him clearly
from today's interviews.

I have something I want you to look at.

Have you ever seen this?

- That's spyware.
- Spyware?

It popped up
when I was burning a CD for my friend.

When?

On the way back from my mom's, on the plane.

When that design came up, my laptop froze.

Did the spyware make a sound?

Not until later, here at the dorm.

It was like...
like...

Like knives sharpening?

Yes, ma'am. Just like that.

Tell me what happened then.

I had some homework on my computer,

so I tried again to unfreeze it.

Some of my friends tried to help, but

all we were getting was that spyware,

so I called Squad Leader Janklow.

Was Mr. Dalton there?

Janklow called him in
'cause he's good with computers.

Mr. Dalton entered some commands,

and then that sound started.

- For how long?
- A few minutes.

Then Mr. Dalton left.

And the other boys, your friends, were okay?

Yes, sir.

Where's your laptop now, Josh?

Janklow took it.

The library is secured in case Janklow shows up.

It doesn't matter.

We have a campus full of phone jacks,

and an alien infectee trying to e-mail the signal
to God knows how many people.

All right, we'll secure every building then.

No. We don't have the time.
We have to shut down the power now.

Get every wire, destroy all the phone jacks.

I don't care if you have to burn them.

All right, stay alert out there.

Did we get all the computers in the dorms?

All of them except Josh Foster's,
but we've got another problem.

The firing range was broken into.

Didn't we use a phone line?

They were already pulled out,
but weapons and ammo are missing.

I was told every building was under guard.

They are. I had two guys
at that range but, somehow,

they slipped in.
It's like these kids are ghosts.

I want double reinforcements on every building.

It's done, except Wi-Fi jammers.

We're trying to cut the phone cable line,

but it's buried 20 feet underground.

It'll take a few hours.

We can't wait.

If that signal gets on the Internet,

in 24 hours, it could reach 33%
of the country's Internet users.

How did you reach that estimate?

I'm using the Paris Hilton sex tape
as my distribution model.

Doctor.

We got our first positive
on the triple helix gene mutation.

A cadet-- Brian Janklow.

Anyone else on campus?

Not so far.

How about Mr. Dalton?

As expected, he was positive, too.

His cells are still mutating post mortem.

Anything else of note on his autopsy?

Yeah. I completed it in record time.

Thank you.
Anything else?

Yeah. One inconsistency.

You said that Dalton lived
and worked for years on campus,

but his lungs are in an advanced state
of corrosion from asbestos.

Asbestos? That hasn't been
in school buildings in decades.

I know.
I also found traces of silica in his lungs.

That's a main ingredient of cement.

I know how these kids are disappearing.

Lots of old institutions
have underground utility tunnels.

Dalton was a maintenance man.

He must have logged a lot of hours in them.

That explains
why our guys couldn't find the cadets.

Steam tunnel entrances are usually hidden.

Ironically, to keep nosy kids out.

Any more details from the dream?

No.

Just a boy in that mask.

Kept trying to have me see something behind a door.

Then I woke up.

Why would he appear to you and not Lucas or me?

Who knows.

Maybe I was more affected by the signal.

Why would you?

We were all exposed to that videotape
for the same amount of time,

and we all had that same glass forest dream.

Yeah, but our DNA is different, plus I'm female.

You're what?

We all know gene mutation is subjective.

Then these guys are applying
the first rule of military strategy.

Get inside your enemy's head.

Literally.

I mean, what if it wasn't them
willing themselves into our dreams

but us summoning them.

And why would we do that?

Well, subconsciously.

I mean, if dreams are the way for our brain
to sort through concerns of everyday life...

Aliens certainly qualify as a concern.

Yeah, and maybe our altered brain waves,

combined with the dream process,

are acting like a...
like a beacon for them.

Great, should I be wearing a tin-foil hat to bed?

I thought you already did that.

You find it?

Yep, entire tunnel layout.

I think this is it.

Like rats down in a hole.

These tunnels access every building on campus.

We've got to find Janklow
before he finds a phone jack we missed.

If he's down here, we'll get him.

Yeah, I'll guide you through with the map.

Hey.

You sure you have the firepower to stop him?

This ordnance will stop an elephant.

All right, we'll comb the tunnel in three teams.

You got it.
Let's go.

His eyes were pushed in.

Molly, we found Fox's body.

Janklow must have dragged him down there

after Fox caught him in the computer lab.

Uh, power's up.
What happened?

Cavennaugh?!

What happened?

Down here, too.
Dandry, come in! You okay?

Yes, sir.

- Why's the power on?
- We don't know.

We're right here at the main line
by the campus entrance.

No one's touched it.

They turned on the generator.

- You have to shut it down.
- Where is it?

Proceed a quarter mile north.

It's one intersection past the cooling room.

Cadets, maintain positions!

Just spotted Janklow.

Sir! He's armed!

He's escaping out the outside exit.

He's carrying a computer.

What's his position?

He's traveling 20 yards north of the library, sir!

We're nearby.
We'll pick him up.

No, Molly, you stay there.

He can't do anything without power.

You four find that generator,
and that's an order.

Copy that.

Keep going north, guys!

Yes, sir.

Molly,

we found the generator.

Janklow's in the building,
but may not be for long.

Just get the power off now.

Lay down your weapons
or we will be forced to fire.

We are armed and prepared
to do everything possible

to stop you from sending that signal!

We'll commence firing in three seconds.

We're prepared to defend our school!

I don't think they're infected.

On whose orders are you doing this?

Squad Leader Janklow, sir.

What's your name, son?

Cadet Kemper, grade seven.

All right, Kemper, I want you to listen to me.

Whatever reason he gave you
for those orders, he lied.

Janklow's very sick.

Stay back, sir.

You're not listening.

I'm Sean P. Cavennaugh,
United States Marine Corps.

I outrank all of you.

Orders have changed.
Now lay down your weapons!

Ask yourself...

How's Janklow been acting lately?

Military schools do not want you to be robots.

They want you to be men.

Men who think.

Now I'm going to ask you one more time.

Lay down your weapons!

That's an order.

It's okay, son.

Lay down your weapon.

He's coming in here.

What's the subject trying to do, ma'am?

Send a very sensitive file over the Internet.

Aren't there guards around this building?

Yes, there should be one on each side, ma'am.

I don't like those odds.

Good work, Cavennaugh.

We're on our way.

Detoro.

I'm fine, ma'am, it's just my leg.
Get out of here!

Stop!

Brian?

Don't do this.

Think.

You're not yourself.

No...

I'm not myself.

I'm better.

We're gonna make everyone better.

Throw down your weapon!

You can't stop it.

Take him out!

There was a federal drug investigation
at Weymouth Academy, Mr. Janklow.

During our pursuit of a fugitive, there was a fire.

Your son, Brian, died heroically
in an attempt to save the life of another cadet.

We're extremely sorry for your loss.

Youth is wasted on the young.

After triple testing Josh Foster and his three friends

who were exposed to the signal,

I tested prepubescent rats.

They were also completely unaffected.

Doesn't our genetic code
remain the same our whole lives?

It does, but our immunity changes.

In particular, the thymus gland.

When we're kids, our thymus
produces lymphocytes and antibodies,

but after puberty it shrinks
and the lymphatic tissue becomes fat.

Maybe it's because of this tissue
that children are immune to the signal.

Wow, so once we're old enough to reproduce,

the aliens can reproduce through us.

Hey, I'll be happy to give my job
to a Boy Scout with a calculator.

We can joke,

but this information
may help us develop a vaccine.

Good.

Keep working on that, Doctor.

Now Lucas brings me to an important point.

We now know the goal of those
genetically altered by the alien signal.

Propagation
by any means necessary.

How do you feel?

The electric stun shell we used
would kill a normal human being.

But it only knocked you out.

We've examined you completely.

I know you can understand me.

Will you talk to me?

You'll remain here, then.

Until you cooperate,

you're a threat to the United States

and to the human race.