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He was brought in at 0900.

They figured he was responsible

for setting off a nuke
right here on U.S. soil.

NORAD spotted it first.
They picked up a hot spot

in the Alaskan mountains,
just outside of Fairbanks.

They contacted the warship "semenza,"

stationed in the Bering strait
about an hour to the west.

Commander drew Stevens
dispatches troops to the area

and tells them to observe
phase one terrorist protocol...

"Expect the worst."

Whatever happened was to be considered
an act of war against the United States.

That's when they called me.

And in the hours that followed...

I learned things

that were gonna change
the way we live forever.

Don't move!

Oof!

There's somebody at the door.

God.

Open up!

You look like shit, son.

Why don't you have a seat,
make yourself comfortable?

Want to tell me your name?

I've already told your people.

I'm Dr. Peter lang,
I need to report to major Harrison

of Charlie squadron delta...

And I don't have much time.

You're a military man, lang?

Sort of.

"sort of."
You know, it's funny,

'cause I've been in the
military most of my adult life,

I don't think I ever met a single person

who was "sort of" in the military.

You're either in or you're out,
don't you think?

So...

It's a pretty straightforward
answer I'm looking for, Peter.

So I'm gonna ask you again...

Are you in the military?

I can't talk to you or
anyone else in this building

because I'm not authorized to.

Just get Harrison on the phone.

He'll understand the urgency
of the situation at hand.

I think I've got a pretty
good handle on the situation.

About two hours ago, somebody detonated

a nuclear device on U.S. soil.

As far as I can see,
you're the prime suspect.

That's either an act of
war or that's terrorism.

Either way, you don't exactly
have any rights anymore.

And you are gonna answer any goddamn
question I choose to ask you.

So, why don't we start this again?

Are you a military man, lang?

I need to report to Harrison,
the joint chiefs,

or the president himself.

I'm not authorized to
talk to you and I won't.

If you can just get Harrison,

you might have a chance to save the
world before the end of the day.

Save the world?!

That sounds like a threat to me.

You keep talking about this...
Harrison, right?

Harrison?

I'll tell you something...

We've been looking for him ever
since you mentioned his name,

and guess what?

There is no Harrison.

And the president and the joint chiefs,

they don't have the foggiest
idea who Peter lang is.

Nor do they have any interest in
talking to a potential terrorist.

Now, I suggest that you put me

at the top of this
priority list of yours...

Who to talk to.

And I suggest you do it pretty damn quick,

'cause things are about to
get real ugly around here.

So, why don't we try this again?

Who do you work for, Peter?

Yeah, that kind of smarts, doesn't it?

Most fellows start bleeding
from the ears on the first hit,

but you took that pretty good.
You actually don't look so bad.

I have top information

of the highest level

and you're treating me like a terrorist.

Yeah, I'm treating you like a terrorist.

This is a matter of national
security, all right?

There are a lot of people out there.

They've got a lot of questions.

I have been given
authorization by those people

to use whatever means necessary
to get answers to those questions.

So I suggest you start
telling me what you know now,

or we're gonna go through this
over and over and over again.

I can't.
I can't.

I love these things.

400,000 volts running off
two nine-volt batteries.

You know,
this sort of torture used to be...

Sloppy, you know, and...

Buckets...

Sponges, big cables...

It just wasn't safe.

Nowadays, I've got 400,000 volts

I can carry around in my hip pocket.

It's pretty effective, wouldn't you say?

I can't tell you what you want to hear.

You have to trust me.
It's for your own safety.

You're gonna tell me
what I want to know, Peter.

Why don't we just keep it
simple, all right?

Why don't you just...

Tell me how your day started?

- Hey, honey.
- Hi, Peter.

A phone call would have been nice.

You know how I feel about phones.

Baby, go wait in your room, okay?

Bye, Peter.

See you, Kimmy.

There's been an incident in the lab.

Is everybody okay?

We don't know. I need to get in,

I need to find out and I need your help.

Peter, I...

I brought an officer to look after Kimmy.

Hopefully, you won't be too long.

- Okay, give me five minutes.
- Yeah.

Don't worry.

I'll be back before you know it, okay?

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Bye, mom.

Okay, fill me in.

I will in the truck.

Here.

2:13, Fairbanks hq received

some sort of garbled transmission:

A breach in biocontainment six.

Two minutes later, somebody in the
inside initiated a full lockdown.

The power is off. Airlocks sealed.

All data transmission
communications to the outside world

were severed from the inside.

Look, I...
I called Harrison.

Jesus!

Sue, it could be any number of things...

Chemical or bio or nuclear...

Whatever it is we're gonna need help.

There's 14 people there
and the clock is ticking.

You're right. Okay, we need Harrison.

We're gonna go in with a small
combat team... tactical experts,

Harrison's very best,
highest possible clearances. Just in case.

Okay. Yeah, if we have to move in,
we move in.

But this team of experts,
they're only the best, right?

Yeah, right.

Damn. I'm...

Don't even think about it.

I'm on the clock, honey.

Don't you think this is more
important than the clock?

You're killing me.

Sergeant trainor.

Tcs technical briefing in 10 minutes,
trainor.

- Trainor?
- Yeah?

Trainor, did I catch you at a bad time?

Er, no sir.

I'm just about to...
Clean my weapon, sir.

We have a situation. Get o'brien.

The two of you are going in tonight.

Affirmative, sir.
We're going in.

Why don't you get whoever is on that phone

to call you back when
I'm finished with you?

Trish?

Daddy?

I'm toast.

You...
You're trainor?

Yeah.

I'm hall. Communications.

- Good to meet you, hall.
- Me too, sir.

- You're new on the base?
- Yes sir, yes sir.

First time in Alaska?

My first time...
I like it though, you know.

I mean it's cold, you know?

I'm trying to get used to the daylight.
It never seems to get dark.

I'm having trouble sleeping, sir.

Yeah.

I've been here two summers in a row,
and I still can't get used to it.

- Yeah?
- And don't call me "sir," all right?

Yes sir... okay.

What have you heard about
this mission, anyway?

Well, scuttlebutt is we're
being sent into the hot zone,

because you banged the general's daughter.

- Jesus Christ!
- What?

- Bad news travels fast?
- You know kids.

No, no, you see...

She had her 22nd birthday last week.

Whatever you say, sir.

Did you hear anything else?

It looks like we're gonna
be accompanied by major Ross

and "what's-her-dick,"
captain o'brien?

- Ross?
- Yes, sir.

I wonder why

they'd send a major on a mission like this?

I can't say, sir.
I haven't met the man myself, but...

O'brien, on the other hand, well, she...

She really drove our regimen into
the ground in Iraq, you know?

She is a tough mother for a
woman, man, let me tell you.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, that's what I heard.

The question is...
Why would

a half decent-looking chick like o'brien

want to be an officer, anyway?

Man, everybody knows any chick that
tough has got to be a lesbo, sir.

She's in the army to get the
colonel's daughter, probably.

Sir... ma'am.

When you two men finish bonding,
rejoin the rest of the army.

- Full mission briefing in two.
- Yes, ma'am.

Sarge, you need to
requisition a larger weapon.

Welcome to Alaska, hall.

Thank you, gentlemen, that's all.

'Ten-hut!

All right, people, at ease.

This mission is "black"...

No medals, no rewards,
no lucrative book deals,

our target destination is
vectol bioresearch laboratories

outside Fairbanks, Alaska.

Although it is a civilian facility,
it is under contract to uncle Sam

and more specifically...
My responsibility.

Dr. Cole, captain o'brien
is our best in biochem;

sergeant hall is
our communications specialist;

trainor...
Weapons and explosives.

Lastly, major Ross is our
counterterrorism expert.

Dr. Cole?

Three hours ago, someone at our lab

initiated an emergency lockdown.

We've had no communication since.

There's 14 researchers trapped down
there, we need to get them out.

Only 23 people outside this room

know about those laboratories.

Of those 23 only a handful
are privy to the work they do.

Although this is highly classified,

we'll give you what we can. Dr. Cole?

This is Dr. Lang.
He's head of the bioweapons

countermeasures at vectol. Peter?

Vectol labs are located

in an abandoned copper mine
500 feet below the surface.

It's been retrofitted as a
high tech biochemical facility.

Access is through a single
airlock and elevator.

There are four main levels...

Research, weapons, chemical,
and living quarters.

Below that is an emergency airlock.

Once you're in, nothing gets out.

There's only been one other breach
of this facility. Two years ago,

a lab tech accidentally spilled
a thimbleful of nerve gas.

A thimbleful. He died 90 seconds later.

It took us three months to clean
out that one isolation lab.

We are dealing with
a full isolation lockdown.

Trainor?

Why us, sir?

Dr. Lang?

Vectol labs store a multitude of sins...

Chemical, bio, nuclear toxins.

Stuff we have down there makes
ebola look like the common cold.

It's possible terrorists
breached the facility.

We need to find out.

Do we have any other
intelligence on this, sir?

Latest satellite recon
flight show all is clear.

Perimeter secure.

This is a very sensitive situation.

Fewer people involved the better,
that's why I'm sending the best.

Boo-yah!

I'm a scientist,

but I'm also a former army
captain with combat experience.

Once inside, all of you
answer directly to me.

Fuck me.

Trainor, people, is that clear?

- Yes, sir, sir.
- Good.

These are not your standard
issued Hazmat suits.

They're made from kevlar purine fiber.

They're designed to stop small arms fire.
Think of them as a second skin.

Your atmosphere Gauge.
It's at the wrist.

"Green" is for good air,
"yellow" for questionable,

and if it's red and you've
just breathed it, you've died.

This is for your oxygen.
You have about an hour's worth.

What are these syringes for,
sir... doctor?

Excuse me.
If one of you become contaminated,

remove the hypodermic from the pouch

and then plunge it directly in the neck...

As deep as...

Don't do that.

As possible.

Try to avoid severing
the entire carotid artery.

I'll do that.

The needle releases a neurotoxin.

It should save your life

and get you to treatment
as quickly as possible.

And what if you don't get stuck?
What happens then?

That depends on which toxin
you've been infected with,

but in most case,
within 10 seconds your throat constricts.

You can't breathe, your esophagus
becomes brittle and it dissolves.

Then all of your major
organs turn to jelly

as your molecular
structure is collapsing.

And after that,
you should mercifully black out.

I get the picture.

So, have either one of you
tried this needle?

- Yeah, Dr. Cole has.
- What happened?

Gear up, we move out in 10.

Any other questions? Dismissed.

I think she likes me, o'brien.

What are you talking about?
She's a grown up.

I should try that.

Colonel?

Major?

- Permission to speak freely, sir?
- Go ahead.

Sir, I'm not comfortable taking
orders from these scientists.

Major, you take your orders from me

and I'm telling you to follow
Cole and lang to the letter.

Yes, sir,
but babysitting civilians is...

Cole can take care of herself, believe me.

It's lang I need you to cover.
He works for me.

His project is classified,
has top priority from the Pentagon.

Cole doesn't know about it.

Sir, she thinks she's in command.

Work with her all the way. If it's
viral or chemical, she's in charge.

If it's terrorists, you take command.

Either scenario, your first priority

is to make sure lang gets his research out.
Do you get me?

Sir, my team has the
highest security clearance.

I need to know what's
going on down there.

Son, this is a matter of national security.

Nobody can know about this.

When it comes to biologicals, hell,
even the president is expendable.

Do you understand what I am saying?

Yes, sir. Lang is the priority.

If I'm a terrorist,
what's my primary target?

Aside from chemicals, there's enough

weapons-grade plutonium in that
mountain to satisfy a small army.

Terrorists or not, we're going to
find your people okay down there.

Just hope my staff are safe.

With this type of lockdown,

there's a good chance the
air has been contaminated.

Keep your helmets on and breathe easy,

and conserve your air as long as possible.

You got that?

Cole, if we do encounter terrorists,

I'll need you to stand down
and let my team handle this.

Your team? Your team will do what I say.

This is a chemical lab.
Nobody does anything without my approval.

You got that, major?

Hey, trainor, hold up a sec.

I've got a lousy feeling about this.

- You're just scared.
- That's not what I meant.

Chemical weapons, possible terrorists,

small crew, civilians in charge...
I mean, it stinks.

This place is top secret,
we're going in there

and no one is telling us anything about it.

How many times you and I
been down this road before?

Come on, you'll watch my back,
I'll watch yours, all right?

Yeah.

- I hate working with civilians.
- You wanted delta,

this is stuff you gotta deal with.

Lang.

What?

Now, I have no idea what you
need to get out of there,

but the minute you've got it,
you let me know.

I don't need my team staying in this
germ tunnel longer than they have to.

I'll recommend immediate evac
as soon as I get what I need.

And major,

our relationship stays confidential.

That's what I hear.

Peter, check the intercom, okay?

See if anyone responds.

No doc, hey, hey, not a good idea, okay?

If we are fighting terrorists

you don't want to give
away our position, right?

Good point.

Keep the chatter to a minimum, okay?

Jesus, lang, would you back the fuck up?

Holster that weapon unless
you intend to use it.

This isn't right.

What's your concern, Cole?

I've got a strange reading.

There's definitely something in the air.

I just can't quite
make out what that is.

What is with all this water
coming from the ceiling?

I have no idea. I've never
seen anything like this before.

- Hey, Ross?
- What have you got?

Looks like a gold tooth.

That's a little more than unusual.

It's got some slime or shit all over it.

What's the slime like?
Is it toxic?

I don't think so.

Cole, you should take a look at this.

Maybe the sprinkler system broke here.

No, it's not h-2-o or a retardant.

Cole, what do you think?

- Major!
- Hall?

Got an army .45 here.

Emptied the clip.
What the hell were they shooting at?

It don't matter, bud. Just stay sharp

so it doesn't end up shooting at you.

I found a pacemaker.

It's still beating.

Jesus, this is creepy.

Okay, look, we need to get to work.

Hall, trainor and o'brien,

you have to restore communications
and power. It's through those doors.

Down one level, keep to the right,
it's at the end of the hall.

After that, sweep level three.
It's the living quarters.

Wait, you want us to split up?

Ross, what do we do?

You have your orders.
Report if you see anyone.

Rcb will be level two... containment labs.
We meet there.

How many people are we looking for?

14.

You heard the lady, let's move out.

I still think we should
look for the guy with the pacemaker.

Just my luck.
I'm "redshirt baby" in this league.

Dr. Lang. It isn't a picnic.
Let's move.

- This is worse than we thought.
- You recognize it?

It's got the molecular
structure of human DNA.

Doctors, what is this stuff?

We are not sure just yet.

Major, I wouldn't stand under there

if I were you, just to be safe.

Where the hell is everybody?

I don't know.

Hey, trainor?

Ever noticed, since you've been
banging the colonel's daughter

our missions have become
a little more hazardous?

O'brien, what are you talking about?

Look around you... we're in a
factory full of biological weapons.

Yeah,
so what's that got to do with me?

She's jailbait and she's
the colonel's daughter.

O'brien, would you put a pipe in it?

She's not jailbait, captain,
she looks at least 19 or 20.

That's my man, hall.
See? She ain't no child.

You're just jealous, o'brien.

Come on, o'brien, who are you kidding?

You mean to tell me you
wouldn't take a run at her

if you had a chance? She's hot!

Careful, hall,
or I'm going to take a run at you.

Want me to get you guys a room?

You know, hall is not my type, trainor.
He thinks I'm a lesbo.

I'm okay with lesbos. Just kidding.

- It's gone.
- What?

- No, that's impossible.
- What's gone?

I'm not authorized to
talk about this with you.

Doctor, I don't give a damn
about your secret weapons...

I'll tell you what you need
to know when you need to know.

Are my people in any danger?

No more than the rest of us.

That's not an answer.

Give us a moment, major,

it looks like one of our
experiments has gone missing.

We need to find it.

- Ross, copy?
- Go ahead, captain.

Sir, auxiliary power is
up in the lab level only.

Something is wrong with our generator.

Hall doesn't think he's gonna
get more power out of it.

Good work.

We've completed the sweep of the
living quarters. Not a soul, sir.

Proceed to communications.
See if you can raise Harrison.

And captain...
Watch your back.

Anything on your end, sir?

One of the doctors'
experiments has gone missing.

- What kind of experiment?
- They're both tight-lipped.

Until I know more, assume we're
still dealing with terrorists.

Exercise extreme caution and
report back every 10 minutes.

Understood.

It's not just a walk in
the park anymore, is it?

Not today it isn't, o'brien,

if I can squeeze any more out of
them, I'll contact you.

- Roger that. Reporting back in 10 minutes.
- In 10 minutes.

Missing experiment...
Doesn't sound too good.

Around this place, it ain't.

Stay sharp, boys, we got a job to do.

What the hell happened in here?

You fix this up, hall? Raise topside?

Hell, I could raise Mars
if I had to, but...

It's probably easier just to...

You know, Jerry-rig the uplink and
get cell communications working.

This is creepy.

Yeah, slime covering everything, you know.

Like something out of "the blob."

- Holy shit, hall, that's it!
- What?

The doctor's experiment is
probably just like the blob.

It's loose and it's sliming
up everything in its path.

Devouring, eating everything it can.

You know what?

We're dessert.

You're not funny.

I'm fricking hilarious,
what are you talking about?

You're not funny, man.

What was that? Did you see that?

Yeah, right.

- Let's focus, guys.
- No, I'm serious, I swear to god.

I think I just saw some guy go right
down here two seconds ago, I swear.

Hall...?

- Jesus!
- You saw someone?

- I think... - Hall,
get in here. Raise topside. Let's go.

- Are you serious?
- Dead serious.

Get in there, get communications up.
I'll take the door.

All right.

Let's hope the
containment lab remains secure.

Is it possible somebody moved it?

It's possible, but unlikely.

It takes a team of eight to move
it from one lab to the next.

If it had been moved, we would have known.

What about the plutonium?

The plutonium is all accounted for, major.

Right now, it's the least of our worries.

The air is clean.

Cole, check the computer data.

See if there is any record
that somebody's moved it.

I'll check biocontainment six.

Major Ross, you watch her back.

Ross.

Major Ross, external com
is up and operating, sir.

Good work, trainor.

Captain o'brien, continue to sweep.

Report if you find anyone.

Roger, we'll continue.

Command, this is Alpha team reporting.

This is Harrison, report.

Auxiliary power and
communication is restored, sir.

I believe we have control
of the main lab,

but still no signs of the staffers.

We do however, have
a missing experiment, sir.

We're going to continue to look for it

- and any sign of terrorists.
- Keep me posted.

Lang...

You did this to me!

Stay here. Watch my back.

Jesus Christ.
Is that you, Sara?

What the hell happened?

It got out.
We didn't stand a chance.

Nobody is going to be able to stop it.

It's under my skin, Peter.

It's under my goddamn skin!

- Sara, no, no!
- Look what you've done to me!

Radiation is the only way to kill it.

- What happened?
- I need to kill us all.

For Christ's sake, Sara, don't do that.

It's inside me. I can feel it inside me.
I can feel it.

Sara, you're going to kill us all,
just stop.

No!

Please, please, don't make me do this.

We all need to die.

Just stop, Sara. I'm so sorry. Sara...

Cole, no, no!

Cole,
you just executed a civilian.

She was no longer human.

Then what was she?

Lang, why didn't you try to help her?

She was infected.

Infected with what?

There are hundreds of
infectious agents down here.

Not good enough, doctor.

In 30 seconds,
the radiation would have gone critical.

- I did what I had to do.
- I want answers.

I need to know now.
What are we up against?

There are no terrorists, are there?

We can't be certain.

I reckon that we leave now.

That's the first sensible thing

either of you two have said all day.

No, we're not leaving.

We're not leaving until we
figure out the fate of our staff.

You just saw what happened to our staff.

Trainor, give me a situation report.

Nothing down here but slime, sir.

Other than that, all seems clear.

Return to the lab.
We're getting out of here.

If you meet anyone, assume they're hostile.

And sergeant,
keep your suits on at all times.

- Hostile, sir?
- We just met one of the staffers.

It wasn't pretty.
She was infected with something.

It's been secured.

- Secured, sir?
- Permanently.

Understood. Meet back at the lab.

- Report anything suspicious.
- Copy that.

This whole place is suspicious.

Command, this is Alpha team reporting.

One second. Hold on.

This is Harrison. Report.

The situation is not good, sir.

We can confirm contamination
through most of the facility.

Cole, you there?

- Yes, sir.
- Situation?

The situation is...
the facility has been breached

and the pb3 is missing.

And colonel...

I suggest that we brief Ross
on the intel we have on pb3.

Our chances of surviving
through this mission

will be greater if he is informed.

Fill him in. My full authorization.

Yes, sir.

We first heard about it
after chernobyl.

The Soviets discovered an alien microbe

on a meteorite that crashed
in Siberia in the '50s.

They called it "pb3"

to honor the third session of
the politburo, I don't know...

Something like that.

Once the microbe was separated,
it reproduced at an alarming rate.

Their scientists attempted to clone it.

No dice.

In the end, it took a 20-megaton nuke

and 10,000 lives to put that
genie back in the bottle.

After the wall collapsed,

uncle Sam took over responsibility
and brought it to us.

The government hired vectol to
study the military potential

and applications of pb3
to see how to counter it.

As a liquid, it had this...
this intelligence.

It could think, it could learn.

Imagine a single alien lifeform
the size of a drop of water.

A drop of water we could train
to kill whatever we wanted it to.

A drop of water that could
survive in any landscape,

from a nuclear environment

to the bloodstream of a human body.

So...
What's the difference

between the liquid and pb3?

The liquid is what the pb3 produces.

The pb3 is actually an alien

we cloned from the microbe's DNA.

Are you telling me

there's an alien loose down here?

- Jesus!
- Yeah.

Alien?

Is that so hard to believe?

I'm getting pretty tired
of your bullshit, lang!

- - You'd
better start feeding me

something a little easier
to swallow than aliens.

Sir?

Go ahead, captain.

Sir, we're still coming up
blank on Harrison.

However, we've been able to confirm
that Ross, o'brien, trainor and hall

do in fact exist as members
of the Charlie squadron delta.

They're stationed in Fairbanks
and their co is a major Dan tindal

who confirms they were requested
for a "black" op at 0400.

Tindal won't give up
any details of the mission

because he wasn't cleared for it.

Thank you, captain.

It's an alias.

What are you muttering about, lang?

Harrison is using an alias.

He'd never implicate himself with
vectol if anything were to go wrong.

We're down to working on secrets

that our government can
never admit we're part of.

Things that would topple
our nation's credibility

when it comes to international diplomacy.

Imagine how North Korea would respond

if they knew the kind of warfare the
United States was trying to perfect.

We're giving them a hard time
for their nuclear program

when all the while, we're cloning
aliens for military application.

You're here as a suspected terrorist,
and you expect me to believe

you're an independent contractor working
with the military on cloning aliens?

You're not a believer.

You don't think in this vast
universe another life form exists?

Another life form that's more
versatile, more intelligent,

more dangerous than we know humans to be?

Every year, hundreds of
meteorites slam into our planet.

We found a drop of water on one.

You have any idea
how many we never find?

How many other drops
of water are out there?

Hey, o'brien...
You see that?

See what?

Something tells me we are not alone.

- What did you see?
- What do you think it was?

Looks like a guy about 30 feet ahead.

U.S. army, show yourself.

We need you to stand up and put
your hands behind your head.

Are you here to help?

Put your hands behind your head, now.

- I'm a doctor.
- Down on your knees.

- I work here.
- Put your hands behind your head.

Now! Get down.

Gun!

- Hall's down.
- Check him out.

Hall! Hall!

Get up, hall!

What the hell is going on back there,
o'brien?

He's got a pulse. He's alive.

The suit's bulletproof, all right.
Gunman... where did he go?

Freeze!

Trainor, did you see that?

O'brien, look out!
My god!

Something's on my hand, it's burning!

- What are you doing?
- Got to get this off. My hand is burning.

- My hand is burning!
- Don't take it off!

- Holy shit!
- My arm is burning!

Holy shit, o'brien!

All right, hang on, hang on.

We've got good air.
I'm taking off your helmet.

I'm gonna stick you, o'brien.

Hang in there, baby.

Whoa!

Hall, get your ass over here now!
Hurry up.

What happened to her?

Come on,
we've got to get her out of here

right now! Move, move!

We've got a problem.

The captain's been infected.
She needs help now.

- Cole, open the door.
- I won't do that.

Hey, hey! Unseal, all right?

Cole, you open that door
right now and assist my team.

Major, if we let o'brien in
here, she could kill us all.

Listen to me!
You open the goddamn door right now!

Trainor, do me a favor and tell
me what color her eyes are.

- What?
- Her eyes... what color are they?

They're black, they're black.

It's too late.

Ross, Ross, we're losing her.

You open the door. You open it now.

Give me a second, trainor,
I've got a situation.

We don't have a fucking second.
She's dying now.

Suit up. We're taking her topside.

We can't do that,
she has been contaminated.

Ross, Ross, we're losing her.

You open the door. You open it now!

O'brien, this is Ross.
You hang in there, all right?

Major, we can't take her
out of the mountain.

She'll contaminate every living
organism she comes in contact with.

In less than a week, civilization
as we know it, may no longer exist.

We don't have a cure for this thing.
She can't be saved.

We need to get trainor and hall as
far away from her as quick as we can.

Every second that they stay out there

they stand a chance of
becoming exposed themselves.

Hey Cole, you get the fuck
out here and fix her up.

She's my partner, do you hear me?

Open the door.

I said, open the goddamn door!

Ross, she's been convulsing
ever since she got infected.

What?!
What did you do, you bastard?

- You... you shot her, you bastard!
- Trainor!

- O'brien was already dead.
- What? What?!

What she was infected with
has no known cure.

The longer we stand out
here and talk about it,

the better chance we have of
becoming infected ourselves.

No, no, fuck no!

I gave her the shot! Gave her the shot.

She's dead, man.

We've got to get out of here.

That's an order.

You fucking killed her.

She covered your ass so many times.

She never would have survived.

I gave her the shot.
I did what I was told.

- And you were supposed to fix her up.
- It should have worked.

But what we are dealing with,

it's a different strain
and we have no cure.

If we get infected,
we die exactly the same way.

This... liquid that attacked
o'brien, is this our alien?

Whoa, whoa...
Alien?

You mean like...
As in the movie?

The liquid is a by-product of the alien.

It's doing exactly what
we designed it to do.

You designed a fucking alien?

No, we cloned an alien.

From a drop of water that was
discovered on a meteorite.

Weapons specifically designed

to help preserve the human
race from the unthinkable.

Unfortunately, before we could
develop the counterinoculation

we had to first create the pb3.

Now in theory, we thought that if we
could clone it, then we could kill it.

And if we could kill it. We would
be ready in case it ever attacked.

You two geeks cloned a fricking alien

and the government thought that was okay?

It's also extremely intelligent.

I'm gonna sit down for this.

Each time the pb3
encounters a new organism,

the alien's entire molecular structure

coordinates an attack to
break down the biomatter.

It essentially consumes us...

Using our mass and our
intelligence to grow,

mutating, changing.

It can almost go into any form...
liquid or human.

It has the ability

to take the human host
and attain its goal.

And what the hell goal is that?

My guess is it would like
to control the planet.

You thought it was okay

to clone something that
could control the planet?

That's real smart, man, real smart.

And your alien escaped,

started progressively infecting your crew,

but somebody caught on
and locked the place down?

That seems to be what happened.

But the pb3, it's reacting unlike
anything we have ever seen before...

What it did to o'brien and hall?
That's new.

It's trying to breach our suits.

It's learned to hunt.

If this thing gets out,
it will be impossible to stop.

Well then, we can't let that happen.

What do we do to control it?

Well, we have been developing...

Cole, I-I need to show you something.

Excuse us.

It's the fricking
"blob."

Hey, they're in love with this thing,
all right?

We've got to fucking kill it.

Harrison approached me six months ago,

convinced me to take it to the next step.

He didn't want me working with
anyone, classified all my research.

- I couldn't even tell you about it.
- What are you talking about?

- I developed a new strain.
- You did what?!

The microbe was just the embryo.

There's three chromosomes called
x, y and z.

Three separates sexes that cross-fertilize
and mutate into a new organism.

Russians couldn't do it,
you couldn't do it, but I did.

My god, my god, Peter! Why?

You honestly think you could spend
the rest of your life in this hole?

I've been here for five straight years.

I want out.

- I want out.
- To do what?

To publish, receive the nobel.

- But for what?
- Pb3.

That's impossible.

That's impossible. You know it's impossible.

Not only for the security issues,

but because there is nothing to publish.

We still don't know how it works.

We can find out how it works...

Prove that life exists outside our world.

You really screwed us all.

Suit up. We're leaving.

Right behind you.

I never signed up to fight no martians.

Command, this is Alpha team.
Command, Alpha team reporting.

This is Harrison, report...
situation.

Lang and Cole have identified an
alien species loose down here.

- Lang?
- Yes, colonel?

Are you ready to come out?

Yes, sir, there's nothing more I can do here.

Cole, how serious is it?

It's beyond our control, sir.

Cole, you call it.

I recommend immediate deployment.

Christ!

- Major Ross?
- Sir?

I need you to evac
your people within 20 minutes.

I'm gonna nuke the mountain.

Affirmative, sir.

- Get your people out of there.
- Thank you, sir.

20 minutes?!
How far are we gonna get in 20 minutes?

20 minutes is plenty of time.
Don't you worry.

But you're gonna nuke the mountain.

You can't get away from a
nuclear blast in 20 minutes.

This facility is
built to contain the blast.

As long as we make it to an
airlock, we'll be safe.

You see that? Straight ahead.

I see it. What do you think, trainor?

I think that's the same
stuff that attacked o'brien.

Okay, we backtrack and go around.

We don't have time to go around.

Don't worry, this is what we do.

Trainor, hall? On my command.

Let's see how this thing responds under fire.

This one's for o'brien.

Fire in the hole! Go! Go! Go!

That's great.

That's great,
we blew up a freaking water cooler.

- We got to get the hell out of here.
- Nice shot, bro'.

- Freaking water cooler!
- This is just wrong.

Time's ticking. We got to go.

Stay sharp, hall.

- I can't believe we just did that.
- God damn it!

- We're a trained delta force shooting
at a water cooler. - Hall!

What's next...
Killer vending machine?

- Hall!
- Jeez.

Can't believe...
They made an alien.

Just stay focused.
Get the hell out of here.

Okay, we are almost there.

Okay, the elevator.
We've got to make it to the elevator.

Trainor, the door. Hall, cover.

- Copy that.
- Copy that, sir.

My god, what's with the spiders?

- Spiders!
- Cole, watch your "six."

We have to gain control of
the elevator. It's the only way out.

Activate fire on the elevator.

Clear the elevator!

Ross, behind you!

- Where the hell are they coming from?
- Lang, watch out!

Lang, stay with me. Are you okay?

There's too many of them.

They're all around you. Watch your feet!

I got them!

Trainor, 12 o'clock.

Hall, watch out!

Just keep firing, hall.

I don't know what to do. My god!

It's a nightmare, man.
It's a nightmare.

No, no, no, don't! Fire in the hole!

Everyone back up. Is anyone hit?

Hall, what were you thinking, man?

I'm going to kill those
spiders and get out of here.

You just sealed our only exit out of here.

- There's got to be stairs, right?
- There's no stairs.

Colonel's going to rescue us.
He's going to save us, right?

- I wouldn't count on it.
- Fall back, everyone fall back.

Hall, have you lost your mind?

Cole, there's got to
be another way out of here.

I sure hope so.

First, we've got to get to
the lab and stop the nuke.

- Shit, I forgot about the nuke.
- We're screwed!

Command, this is Alpha team.

Ross, you better be in that elevator.

Elevator is negative for evac, sir.
Hostiles in control.

Harrison, stop the nuke.

The count's at three minutes and 40 seconds.

Any chance you can make
the auxiliary airlock?

No, negative, sir,
there's not enough time.

I can stop it,
but you'll have to reset it manually.

Okay, we can handle the
manual detonation on this end.

Susan, you know what this means?

- Yes, sir.
- It's your call.

Don't worry, you'll handle it.

All right, I'll stop the count.

Come on!

Okay.

We're here.
The bomb fuse is five levels below.

The auxiliary airlock is about
300 yards down the passageway.

Peter? Okay, stand back.
Nobody touch him.

Peter, Peter...

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

What the fuck is that? Jesus Christ!

Where the fuck did it go?

Peter, Peter?

God, he's dead.

Put your helmets on, the room is
contaminated, we have to get out of here.

Hey, Cole?

You got anything that can fight this thing?

Yeah, I think I do.

Ross, we gotta go.

The gun is designed for close range combat.

Fresh off the assembly line.
They've never been tested, either.

Wait a minute, we're gonna be the
first ones to use these things?

That's right.

These are warheads, gentlemen,

and they contain a gas by design
to kill a specific breed of alien.

We might be fighting a new strain,

but hopefully it should work.

Now the problem is...

We have to get these
toxins out of the warheads

and into these canisters to load the guns.

Piece of cake.

The toxin was designed to infect
those who have not been inoculated.

So I hope you don't mind needles.

Shouldn't I get another warhead?

Back over by the sink.

There's a case on top. Be careful.

Hey, doc, what do you make of this?

- God, god.
- What?

Get out, get out, everyone out!

Get out, Ross, get out!

Jesus! Cole, what's going on?

We've got to get out now.
Come on, let's go, let's move!

Shit, shit, shit!

- What the hell happened to him, Cole?
- Neurotoxin!

- He's dead.
- Cole, answer me.

God!

Our helmets.
The air quality is not good.

- We've got to make it to a secured
airlock. - Let's get out of here.

Harrison?

Lang is dead. We just lost hall.

- Have you reset the bomb?
- No, not yet. We're on our way.

Cole, we might be soon facing an invasion.
We need to be prepared.

Lang followed orders you wouldn't.

You shouldn't let moral judgment
interfere with your work.

Look, Harrison, we will set that nuke,

but that pb3 experiment...
That ends here.

That ends now!

This is on your head.

- Hey, Cole!
- It's your decision, Cole.

Are we facing a goddamn invasion?

If this thing gets out,
we are facing extinction.

How long can we stay exposed to this air?

Long enough to make it to the next
airlock, if we're lucky.

Cole?!

More fricking spiders!

What the frig is that?

Go!

- What the hell is that thing?
- Run!

- Hurry up!
- What is that?

Not now. Get to the airlock,
it's right here.

I'm slowing it down,
but I'm not stopping it.

No, the keypad's not working!

Let me at it!

- Cole, cover trainor.
- I got it, I got it!

- Trainor?
- I'm on it. Working on it.

- Trainor, c4!
- Going to be close.

Come on!

- I got it, it's open.
- Go, go, go!

Go!

My god.

Are you...
You guys okay?

Yeah, yeah, you?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm cool.

It's not everyday you almost
get killed by an alien.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Be careful.

Any more surprises
waiting for us down here, Cole?

I sure hope not,
but we should expect the worst.

Was that your missing
experiment back there?

I don't know what that was.

Maybe it's some sort of mutation.

You're learning quick, major.

- Let's just get this over with, okay?
- Sounds good to me.

Everybody watch your backs.

Let's do this.

The bomb is in here, the airlock
is at the other end of the tunnel.

Okay, we part company here.

I'll set the bomb and meet you guys outside.

No, that's too risky, we stay together.

Trainor, Ross and I are
going to cover the door

you're going in, set the timer,
then we all go to the airlock.

Okay.

- Great!
- They're guarding the bomb.

It's like they know
we're trying to kill them.

How do you want to handle this, Cole?

Move very slowly towards the
detonator and hope for the best.

This isn't going to be easy.

There's so many of them.
They appear to be dormant.

Easy. No sudden movements,
we should be okay.

Let's just get this done and get out.

Watch your step.

Cover my back, Ross.

I've got your back.

So far, so good.

My god!

- Trainor?!
- Cole, look out.

Trainor, double time!

Trainor, come on.

Ross, look out behind you.

Trainor, come on.

Trainor, hurry up!

Trainor, work faster.

Hot!

Okay, let's get out of here.

Go, go!

Come on!

Ross, Ross!
The timer, man.

The timer's toast. I can't get it to work.

- What?
- It doesn't work.

The detonator?

The detonator will work...

But I got to arm it manually.

No.

This is my responsibility.
I'll do it.

I'll give you guys enough time to get...

Cole, you're the only one who knows
how to fight this thing if it gets out.

- Trainor?
- Sir?

- Get her to the exit.
- No, major.

That's an order.

- Yes, sir.
- You'll die.

Look, I've got no one
waiting for me, topside.

Besides, how often does a guy
get a chance to save the world?

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

- Trainor?
- Sir?

Get this to Harrison.

My final order as a soldier...
I'd like to make good on it.

Yes, sir.
Ross...?

You're a brave man.

Go on. Get out of here.

Yes, sir.
Let's go!

Cole, look out!

Go!

Where the hell are they?

Shit.

Easy!

Trainor, I'm down, I can't...

Okay. You go, I'll set the bomb.

No, no, this is my responsibility...

Hey, hey, hey, not an option, okay?

- Trainor... - I'm not gonna
stand here and argue with you.

It's what I do.

That's my job. Go on, get out of here.

Okay.

Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Ross...

What do you want to do with this?

That ends here.

I knew you were going to say that.

Get the hell off him!

Die you alien scum!
Die!

No!

Fuck.

- I love you, mommy.
- I love you, baby.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

You all right?

The others?

They didn't make it.

Did you secure the sample?

You know I couldn't do that.

Your helmet...
It's gone.

You expect me to believe that?

You're telling me a story you
couldn't have possibly witnessed.

You were left behind.
You were left for dead.

It was the right thing to do.
I would have infected the team.

It was too dangerous to keep me around.

But I followed them out.
I witnessed everything.

Yeah, well, how did you get out?

If Cole was the last one in that airlock
and you say you witnessed that explosion,

that nuke would have killed everything.

But you survived.

- Yes I did.
- How?

Isn't it obvious?

I had to survive...

To keep my species alive.

Do you believe me now?

Captain?

We need to get our guest
to the white house.

[V.6.]