All language subtitles for Andromeda Strain Part 1

Thats Orion right there,

the triangle.

And that is Cassiopia.

- Cassiopia?
- Yeah.

Who was she?

No idea.

Thats the big dipper,

and here we have another celestial body.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm about to go

where no man

has gone before.

It's a satellite.

This is so sick, look at that thing.

I don't know Jeff, maybe...

maybe we should leave it alone.
It could be radioactive and stuff.

- Should we tell Marti?
- Are you kidding me? No.

The old fart would just grab it and take all the glory.

It's gone.

Great,

Mandrake's going to sit a brick.

Bright light, big city,

excitement.

Peadmont, Utah,

the armpit of nowhere.

Awful quiet down there.

What are those?

Buzzards.

This is Caper One.

Project Scoop appears to have been moved.
I'm following the signal.

Roger that, Caper One.

No signs yet of any life,

except for this joker staring at us in his pick-up.

Rounding the corner.

Hold on.

Looks like a war zone.

Tell me I'm not seeing this.

This town is full of bodies.

Over here, over here, help me!
Help me man, you've got to help me!

Oh God, no. No, no, no no!

No!

No, no, no, no, nooo!

- Where was this again?
- Piedmont, Utah. It's an old mining town.

There's a state park nearby.
It's remote, very isolated.

We seem to have caught a break there.

You'll forgive me if I don't
share your sense of gratitude.

Was it the Korean's?

I think thats unlikely.

Who then?

We don't know.

We're quarantining the area.

This road is closed, ma'am.

You need to detour back around using state road 46.

I'll also have a predator on an
over-flight in the next couple of hours;
I'll know more then.

I'll notify the department of homeland security.

Let me handle that.

And the White House?

Chuck.

I'll take care of both.

I'm also required to initiate the Wildfire protocol.

Does Dr. Stone still have the team?

Untill they pry his cold dead fingers off the door.

I don't suppose there's any way round him?

I can't watch him 24 hours a day.

Do you even know where Lance is?

Are you questioning my parenting?

How long have you
been off your meds? Oh!

The great Dr. Stone
lays down the law.

Nations tremble
and nubile graduate students

spread their legs.
Look, you're not safe, all right?

You're not safe to yourself
or to our son.

Are you threatening me?

Don't you try to bully me or I
will drag you back into court.

Yes.
Dr. Jeremy Stone.

I'm Dr. Stone.

There's been a Wildfire alert.

My orders are to gather you

and the rest of your team right away.

Lisa.

Please get yourself
checked in.

Dad?

Late night? It's mom's
house. Mom's rules.

Not anymore.

Look, I came by to tell you
that I made arrangements.

You're gonna spend
the rest of the month in L.A.

With my sister. She's gonna look
after you.

I can look after myself.

Oh, clearly. Look, Lance.

We're not gonna argue
about this, all right?

It's a done deal. You should...
You should go pack.

Mom's the one who needs help.

You mother has
all the help she needs

if she'll just take it.

Yeah, that just lets you
off the hook, doesn't it?

Sir?

You can't wait
to get out of here?

- I have to leave.
- Yeah.

I'm sure you have to go wherever
it is that you're going.

- If it were anything
else, you know that.

Yeah, I know.

It-lt's work.
It's important.

Nasa had a satellite fail
last night over the Utah desert,

and, uh, the army sent in
a retrieval team.

I just wanted to give you
a heads up

before all
the phone calls start

about the black helicopters
and little green men.

I guess they're just
playing it safe, Ed.

All right.

Approaching Piedmont.

Preparing to make
my initial surveillance pass.

Go ahead.

Commencing thermal imaging
and night vision recording.

What the hell is that?

Are those bodies?

Holy Christ in heaven.

I'm moving to northcom.

Confine everyone to base
and lock it down.

I want you to stay
here in D.C.

In case Beeter needs managing.

Yes, general.

- How's the campaign going?
- Fundraising has slowed,

and we're down 15 in the polls
as of last night.

Ha, looking for their piece of the
action, you mean?

Exactly, and of course,

the environmentalists are howling,

and the opposition
is scoring points. Ready?

Flattery will get you
everywhere, won't it?

Thank you, Pat.

Mr. President, we have
a situation, I'm afraid.

An infectious disease outbreak
of unknown origin

in southern Utah.

- How serious?
- Well, the area is remote,

and we think we have it under control,

but I thought you might
like to know about...

it right away.

And I'll wanna be there.

Respectfully, sir,
l think it would be better

- if you stayed here in Washington.
- Daddy!

Whoa! Hello!
What are you doing here?

What are you doing here? Did
you escape?

Hello. Hello, Chuck.

Joanne. I'm sorry
to interrupt, honey.

I was packing and this
little monster got...

away from me.

You got away from your mama.

Campaign tour? Apparently
the American people

would rather see my wife
than myself,

although, I can't say
as I blame them too much.

And as for you, young lady,

you've got to go
back where you came from

'cause daddy is working right
now, okay? Bye-Bye.

Bye, daddy.

Bye.

So this infection is of
unknown origin, you say?

We're still gathering
all the facts, sir.

This isn't going to be
another Houston, is it?

I think it's very unlikely.

Anything you need, Chuck,
you let me know.

- Yes?
- Dr. Tsi Chou?

- What is it?
- There's been a Wildfire alert.

You okay, sir?

Yeah. Light sensitivity.

Uh, migraines.

Adrian has a dentist
appointment on monday.

Don't let him tell you
he's too sick to go.

How long you think?

If I call you and ask
you about your mother,

Grab the kids, get on
a plane and go west.

Get as much distance between you

and the continental
United States as you can.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Sir?

Beeter has informed homeland
security and the president.

The Wildfire team
should be assembled

at Peterson Air Force Base
shortly after your arrival.

Who's the designated "odd man"
on the Wildfire team?

Army Major William Keene.

Ah, the hero of the Houston event.

Excellent researcher and a fine officer.

He had a big dust-up
with Stone last year

Over who first isolated the
CD-1 virus. Have they made up?

They agreed to share credit,

but there's no love lost
between them.

Maybe that's something
we can build on. Sir.

Major Keene?

What's going on?

Please, make yourself
comfortable, doctor.

We'll be taking off shortly.

Hello, Angela.

Jeremy. I, uh, asked
for something bigger,

but this is the best they could
do on such short notice.

I was in surgery.

If it wasn't important,
we wouldn't have come calling.

How bad is it?

Preliminary reports suggest
a fatality rate of nearly 100%.

You always bring me such good tidings.

Please take your seats
and fasten your seatbelts.

Flight attendants,
please cross-check the doors.

I heard about you and Lisa.

How's Lance feeling?

He's a teenager,
so it's always hard to tell.

Beneath the raging hormones,

I'd--I'd have to say he's pretty angry.

He's tolerating the separation.

He's going to stay
with my sister in Los Angeles

- for the rest of july.
- I almost called you when I heard,

but I figured that your life

was probably complicated enough.

Yeah.
Yes.

Mr. Nash, you have a phone call.

Well, I guess I'd better take that then.

- No names!
- God, you're paranoid.

Like the N.S.A. isn't really
tracing all our calls.

Wheezer, knock off the double
espressos and go back to bed.

At the king.
One hour.

Yeah, may have
a little trouble with that.

Mancheck.

Mancheck?

Mr. Nash? Mr. Nash, I think
this is a terrible mistake.

I'll check in again when I'm done.

- It doesn't work like that.
- What doesn't-

My addiction or my insurance?

Well, both, really.

Simply put, these thermal vents
on the ocean floor

precipitate a fortune
in almost pure mineral deposits,

such as manganese, critical
in the production of steel,

and gold in higher concentrations

- than most onshore mines.
- Wheezer, this had better be good.

Until now, no one could
extract these deposits

because of the crushing depths
at which they are found,

but this new technology makes
it possible. Do you mind?

Come on. Don't be a tease.
What's up?

Not up. Down.
"Project Scoop."

What's that?
A Baskin-Robbins' special?

Funny.

Check this out.

It's like a war zone.

This town is full of bodies.

Over here! Over here!
Help me, man! Help me!

You gotta help me.

Oh! No! No! No!

What the hell was that?

Early this morning,
there was an exchange

between Nasa
and the pentagon

about a satellite
code-named Project Scoop

that crashed in southern Utah.

About an hour later, I picked that up-

The last transmission
of a retrieval team

that went into a nearby town, Piedmont,

- after the satellite--
- An army retrieval team.

Hacking the feds is a felony, Wheezer.

Homeland security
will be all over your ass.

My bike needs new tires.

Mancheck?

No! Caper One, do you copy?
Do you copy, Caper One?

Once again, Caper One,
do you copy? Come in.

Get general Mancheck.

Get Mancheck now.

Jack Nash,
my favorite muckraker.

Whose career
are you ruining today?

Oh, you know me.

My hit list of the venal
and the morally corrupt

just keeps on growing.
I can't keep pace.

Hey, is Jeremy there?

Well, for such a superb
investigative journalist,

You are sadly ignorant.

The good doctor and I split.

He has a love nest somewhere,

probably on campus, close
to the sororities he prefers.

I'm-I'm sorry to hear
that, Lisa, truly.

But do you have a number for
him? This is very important.

It wouldn't do you any good.

Saint Jeremy's off
on assignment for the army.

Very hush-hush. They picked
him up early this morning.

Was this in regards
to a Project Scoop?

Don't know. Don't care.

Good afternoon, everyone.

I'm general George Mancheck,

head of the U.S. Army
bio-defense department.

Uh, you are now being
distributed e-papers.

They contain continuously
updated information

about Wildfire,
and what we currently know

about the event,
which is very little.

Since the failed biological
attack in Houston last year

in which major Keene here
played an important part,

our vulnerability to terrorist
action, especially bioterrorism,

has been a subject
of intense discussion.

You, the Wildfire response team
and laboratory,

are the result of that discussion.

You volunteered
in the spirit of patriotism

for an assignment
that was vague at the time.

Undoubtedly, you're wondering

what the hell you've
got yourselves into.

Dr. Stone. Right. Well, obviously
some of you have worked together.

Certainly everyone here
has read each others' work-

At least heard of one another.

I'm Dr. Jeremy Stone,

head of the Bloomsburg facility
at Johns Hopkins

and the chief consultant for, and...

designer of, the Wildfire
lab and project.

Where is the laboratory?

For security reasons,
we cannot disclose its location.

We're not allowed to know
where we'll be working?

No, but I can assure you that, uh,

we'll be in full and constant
contact with the outside.

Dr. Noyce?

Uh, Dr. Angela Noyce,
surgeon, ex-biologist

and I specialize in tropical
and exotic diseases.

Dr. Charlene Barton,
pathologist,

Formerly with the C.D.C.,

now with the San Francisco
health department.

Major Bill Keene, M.D.,

Virologist from the Army
medial research institute

of infectious diseases,
Fort Detrick, Maryland.

Uh, Dr. Tsi Chou,
microbiologist.

So modest.

About ten years ago, Dr. Chou
was one of the premier designers

of biological weapons
for the Chinese government.

But then I saw the light of Jesus,

and now I serve as a consultant
on bioterrorism

for a wide range
of U.S. corporations.

Out of the ashes, into the fire.

Last night-
uh, please.

Last night, a Nasa satellite lost orbit

and came down in a remote part
of southern Utah.

When a retrieval team arrived,

the satellite had been moved,

we believe by civilians, into
the nearby town of Piedmont.

No signs yet of any life.

Except for this joker
staring at us from his pickup.

We're rounding the corner--

Whoa, hold on.

This town is full of bodies.

- It's like a war zone.
- Over here! Over here!

Help me! Help me, man.
You gotta help me!

Aah! Aah!

Help! No! No!

The team's chemical sensors
detected nothing unusual,

so we suspect a biological agent

now code-named "Andromeda."

Whatever Andromeda is, it killed
those two soldiers so quickly,

they didn't even have time
to jump out of their humvee.

Two hours later, this infrared recording

was made by a pilotless drone

flying east to west
at an altitude of 500 feet.

The, um, bright spots indicating
thermal activity are corpses.

And, uh, this is another pass
immediately afterwards-

Same parameters.

What brought that satellite
out of orbit in the first place?

Uh, possibly contact with a meteor

or unknown space debris.

Uh, there was also one of two new
North Korean satellites in the area.

What they were doing there,
of course, we have no idea.

Well, being sinister
and inscrutable, no doubt.

If their purpose is benign,
why keep it a secret?

One could say the same thing
about this operation, general.

What exactly was Nasa
doing with that satellite?

And--and why was an Army
retrieval vehicle sent in

after it had failed?

Nasa doesn't have a pot
to piss in these days.

All flights are multipurpose.

We're going to need
to trust each other, doctor.

As long as we all act in good faith,

I don't have a problem there.
General?

Can we play both
recordings simultaneously?

That body by the recovery vehicle

has moved between passes.

- Again. Overlay.
- Yes, sir.

Freeze it. Overlay.

Switch back.

Son of a bitch.

Someone's alive down there.

Listen, Bill.

Whatever differences
we've had in the past,

I hope we can put 'em
aside for the duration.

I wouldn't miss this
for the world, Jeremy.

Somebody has to keep
an eye on you.

What's up with you and Mancheck?

Mancheck?

Well, during operation Desert Storm,

I wanted to examine certain
lraqi munitions bunkers

for possible biological agents,
but he blew them up first.

Why the big hurry?

Maybe there was something
he didn't want me to find.

Oh, yeah, like the Loch Ness monster,

or maybe there was proof of Bigfoot.

Look, a lot of people
wondered how Saddam

acquired his bioweapons
capability in the first place.

Now some people have suggested
that certain governments,

who were friendly at the time
and eager for data

on the battlefield use of
weaponized biological agents,

might have sold Saddam what he wanted

- when he was fighting Iran.

That's just a bunch of
paranoid left-wing B.S.

- It was never proven, Jeremy.
- Just because you're paranoid, Bill,

doesn't mean they ain't out to get you.

Mancheck.

A heads-up from our friend
at the N.S.A.

Who's been running security
checks on the Wildfire team.

An hour ago they picked
up a conversation

between Lisa Stone and Jack Nash.

How the hell did Jack
Nash stumble on this?

He asked about Project Scoop.

Jeez. Who's his source?

We're working on it.

Nash and Stone were
an unbelievable pain in the ass

over Kuwait.

How much does he know
about Project Scoop?

Well, as far as we
can tell, nothing yet.

Don't do anything about Nash right now,

except monitor him closely

and identify his source.

What's the escort for? Paparazzi?

A fail-safe plan to prevent
a break in quarantine.

The chopper will drop us off

and hover at 500 feet
until we recall it.

It will not land unless
they get our signal.

Now if we don't come back,
they're to immediately report

back to base for decontamination.

And if the pilot fails to respond?

Well, there is a fail-safe
for the fail-safe.

It's not too late to reconsider.

Oh, this is just starting to get good.

Approaching target, sir.

We have smoke rising from the town, sir.

Whatever Andromeda is,

it still hasn't killed the birds.

Best not to take any chances.

Captain, drop the chlorazine.

Roger that.

Hmm, the Audubon society's
not gonna like that.

Lieutenant, when ready, lower the team

into the center of town

and take up your preassigned position.

Roger that.

What are the ultimate
environmental consequences

of mining these deep-sea thermal vents?

We don't know,

but one thing we know for
sure is that Enburtel,

one of president Scott's largest
corporate campaign contributors,

will make a fortune from it.

And once again, the president and his
corporate masters...

Hey, gorgeous.

...are ignoring science,
defying international treaties

- and acting unilaterally.
- Charlie H., long time, no see.

- Sorry, Charlie, he just barged in.
- That's all right. Just call security.

Whoa, Charles,
I'm not feeling the love here.

You're in rehab.
That was our deal.

30 days, then you might
get your job back.

I'm clean. I'm sober.

Look at me, I'm even tan,
and I am-

- I've got a lead on something-
- 30 days rehab.

- That was the deal.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, Charlie.

You're too good a producer
to let your personal feelings

- get in the way of a great story.
- How great?

Last night, Nasa satellite
crashes in southern Utah.

This is news?
We call that gravity.

Nasa claims it was a weather
satellite. I know that's a lie.

And why was an Army retrieval team

sent to pick up said Nasa bird,

and why was that team from
the department of bio-defense?

If this is another one
of your paranoid fantasies,

- I swear to--
- The whole unit died horribly.

Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait.

Did...

you know this for a fact?

- I saw the visuals myself.
- You got tape?

I can get tape.

Right. Meanwhile, a
couple of hours later,

one of our leading epidemiologists

is picked up by the Army
and whisked away.

And?

And the Army general
in charge is Mancheck.

- Mancheck. See?
- I knew it. I knew it.

You-You just won't let
that go, will you?

I mean, you're like frickin' Ahab

- and the white whale with that guy.

I swear to god, this
just fell in my lap.

All I need is a week
to run this down and a crew.

A week and a crew -
that's all I'm asking for.

Three days, then you get
your ass back in Betty Ford,

or wherever you were.

- This man loves me.
- Don't kid yourself.

Loves me!

External symptoms -

Pronounced swelling of all
surface veins and capillaries,

jaundice-like yellowing of his eyes.

A few of them are
clutching their chests.

This could be coronary.

Not coronary.
Look at his face.

Asphyxiation, maybe.

No, if a person can't breathe,

they try to loosen the clothing
around their neck and chest.

Look at that guy over there.

He has his shirt buttoned
all the way to the top.

This isn't asphyxiation or heart attack.

Well, the survivor we saw

was over near the retrieval vehicle.

Dr. Noyce.

Take a look.

Look at the way he fell

and broke his nose
on the steering wheel.

There's no blood.

A wound like that
should bleed profusely.

Not one of the corpses we've seen,

including the bird food
back there, were bleeders.

- What is it?
- I thought I heard something.

Don't get sketchy on us, doc.

We have a survivor
on tape, remember?

Major, there's a G.P.S. tracking
device in the shotgun seat.

It should still be locked
in on the satellite.

Sorry, boy, I gotta get in there.

Bill, have a little respect.

How about we do our job
and get out of here?

Yeah, it's working.

Looks like we're close.

Pull over here.

There it is.

Unbelievable.
They opened it.

Angela, can you check his lividity?

Okay.

Give me a hand, Bill.

One, two, three.

Easy, easy.

Dead for hours-

Distended arteries, no bruising.

Look at an artery, would you?
Check his radial.

Clotted solid.

What does that?

Is there a problem, officer?

License and registration, please.

Nice bike.

It's a 1951 FL Panhead.
I did the restoration myself.

- Beautiful.
- Tank shift, foot clutch-

You don't see those anymore.

You are Jonathan Scott?

Yes, sir. I-l just
gave it new tires.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

- Is your husband watching?
- Yes.

- And the family?
- I hope so.

Would you like to say hello
to them out there?

Um...

I've seen enough.

We should nuke this place
and be done with it.

You're not serious. Under the
Wildfire protocols, directive 7-12,

a limited nuclear strike
is a contingency.

- I agree with Bill.
- Ditto. Why mess around?

Because it's premature until
we know what we're dealing with.

You're all forgetting that we have a
survivor on tape.

Yeah, nine hours ago.

Maybe they're dead now

having drowned themselves
or burned themselves

or cut their own freakin' heads off.

Hi. You're okay. Shh.

Shh. It's okay.
Hi.

She must be hungry.

There's some baby formula here.

No, no. Don't-don't-
Don't feed her.

Don't-don't do anything
until we get her out of here.

Maybe feeding's part
of the disease process,

or there was something
protective in her diet.

We can't take the chance.

We have to get her
into a lab right away.

It's too bad she can't tell us
what happened.

Maybe she can.

You leave that baby here!

You got-got no right to-

Ow!

You all right?

Don't-don't touch me.
Just worried about your suit.

Let's l-stat him and get out of here.

We're coming into the lab
with two survivors-

An adult male and an infant female.

I will recommend to the president

that he order a limited nuclear
strike.

Negative. Negative.

We need to figure out

what the hell we're dealing
with first.

I disagree.

What we're dealing with
induces death,

suicide or homicidal behavior
within minutes.

You have as much time
as the president gives you,

and that's it.

What about our survivors?

They'll be taken
along with the satellite

into the lab
through a separate entrance.

Dr. Chou and Dr. Barton
will be waiting for us.

We have no choice now, Chuck.
This thing is scary.

Our safest option
is the nuke the site,

and only the president
can authorize a nuclear.

You promised us there would be
no problems with Project Scoop.

You know as well I as I do
there are no guarantees

on something like this, so
calm down and let me handle it.

Pretty impressive
security measures here.

Better than they look.

Killer pine trees?

We've been under
continuous observation

by satellite and ground sensors

since the moment
the helicopter dropped us off.

There's at least one armed
predator overhead at all times.

If we were a menace,
we'd be dead by now.

Dr. Stone, long time, no see.

Same to you, George.
How's your daughter?

13 going on 35.
Hello, Dr. Stone.

Access approved.

Grouped around a central utility core,

at the bottom of which
is our power source.

A small water-cooled nuclear reactor.

And the pool hours are...

hey, at 5,000 to 8,000 rem,
even a small exposure

would result in disorientation
or coma within minutes,

but, hey, knock yourself out.

Now the top two levels

are for service and maintenance crew.

They live on-site
in 3-month rotational cycles

under the highest levels
of security clearance.

The bottom three levels

are the actual heart of the facility-

The laboratory itself

and culture equipment.

Decontamination and containment
are second to none.

It's safe to remove your helmets.

Oral antibiotics to kill off any flora

that we might be carrying internally.

Now decontaminating the body externally

is a bit more dramatic.

You're gonna have follow
directions closely.

Taking a shortcut could
prove to be fatal.

Once you're ready,

you'll establish your identity
using a retinal scan.

That was some spa.

We do have our amenities.

Now we each have our own
private sleeping quarters,

though we might not see much of them.

The dining area and gymnasium,
which never close.

Now the badges you're wearing
provide voice-controlled access

to the computer system
and the lab equipment.

They also monitor any radiation

or possible contamination
you might face

and provide inter-lab
communication and recording.

You need to wear them at all times.

As painstaking as the entrance is,

I promise you,
it's much harder to get out.

Each level is self-sealing,
and egress

is only through authorization
from the level above.

Communication with the outside

is via secure fiber-optic
phone lines and high-speed LAN.

We can contact our families?

Yes, but communication
is only one-way.

Any personal urgent calls
coming into the faculty

are rerouted directly
through the comm center.

Of course, your privacy
will be respected,

but the priority here
must remain the security.

There should be no discussion whatsoever

- about what we're working on.
- What happens in the event

of an accidental contamination?

Hatch and seal, like a submarine.

In the event
of an overwhelming breach,

the lab is built atop a nuclear device.

I've just armed that system.

Once it's activated,

there's a 15-minute countdown
to detonation.

You gotta be shittin' me.
I'm sure the chances of an accident

in such a beautifully designed facility
are too small to be significant,

but if there should be a mistake...

there is a fail-safe plan.

Dr. Keene is our odd man.

- Please insert your card.
- Odd man?

Place your thumb upon the panel.

To abort the self-destruct sequence,

Bill I.D. s himself
via thumbprint and his card.

There's a panel
like this on every level.

- Why Bill?

The army ran an extensive
battery of tests,

and determined that unmarried
males were more likely

to make the right choice
during a crisis.

In our particular case,
the right decision

is to not prematurely abort
the self-destruction sequence.

So you were looking for the man

most likely to kill himself and us.

Cool.

I feel so reassured.

The omission was not deliberate, sir.

This is one of those programs

that was initiated years ago
by a previous administration.

It's just one of a number of platforms

we have exploring the singularity.

Oh, and now, as a consequence, you
want me to drop a nuclear bomb on Utah?

That would be general Mancheck's
recommendation, sir.

It's a limited low-yield
tactical device, Mr. President -

- less than a kiloton.
- Oh, is that all?

We have ongoing test ban
treaty negotiations

with the Russians
and the Chinese.

We're still trying to
get North Korea and Iran

to abort their nuclear programs.

How am I gonna explain this to them?

Additionally, Mr. President,

not to be crass...

that's your job, Pat.
Weigh right in.

Nuke Utah for whatever reason,

and you can kiss
your reelection good-bye.

What does Dr. Stone recommend?

The Wildfire team
is divided over the issue.

That wasn't my question.

Dr. Stone would prefer
more time to examine Andromeda.

I should add, Mr. President,

that while no one is sure
of the origin of this infection,

we do know that a North Korean
satellite was in in the area

just prior to our bird going down.

What, you're saying
this was an aggression,

Chuck?

Why would the Koreans do that?

The Pyongyang regime has always
been a loose cannon, sir.

I'm not prepared to go to war
on a hunch

and some half-baked intelligence.

If I authorize it, how quickly

can you call that strike
on Piedmont, general?

Let's give Dr. Stone
some time to do his work.

You lied to me about that satellite.

"Need to know," Ed.

If you ever lie to me again, Chuck,

and homeland security
might just stumble

over on of your little
"off the book" ops.

Why did you push
the Korean scenario?

You said yourself it was a possibility.

But unlikely. You know
something I don't, Chuck?

Just do your job, general.
Let me do mine.

Yes, sir.
I- I just gave it new tires...

- Henderson.
- Charlie? Nash here.

I got a tip from my army source.

Units of the Salt Lake city
national guard

are suddenly being deployed for
a "training exercise related

to immigration and border security."

Odd thing is, according to my source,

the order originated directly
from the office of Chuck Beeter.

The director of the N.S.A.
doesn't have the authority

to call out the national
guard. Fancy that.

Oh, also, something's happened
to my original source on Scoop.

He left me some weird message
that cut out abruptly.

If I-if I text you his particulars,

can you pull the phone records,

- tell me where the call came from?
- Sure.

I'll see what I can do. And you
check in with me regular, Nash,

and watch yourself.

We're obviously dealing with
some kind of infectious agent,

whether it's viral,
fungal, bacteriological,

parasitic or prion,
we just don't know.

To complicate things,
the latest weather report

indicates a possible
Santa Anna weather condition

developing within the next 48 hours.

Those winds could conceivably
sweep the contagion

towards Southern California.

Charlie Henderson from NNT called

about the Utah guard rollout
and the rumors

that it originated
out of Beeter's office.

Unbelievable.
This place leaks like a sieve.

It's sooner than we might like,

but not entirely unexpected.

In any case, I think
we can stall Henderson.

Maybe this would be
a good opportunity

to offer NNT an exclusive
about your reelection campaign.

You know, kill two birds with one stone.

Henderson is not the real problem.

He can be leveraged, but Nash-

Nash is different.
Nash is a bulldog.

Have you located his sources yet?

He's gone to ground,
but we're closing in.

The problem is, if Nash
gets in contact with Stone,

there's gonna be no way

to keep Project Scoop out of the press.

Can't we just impose a gag order

on the Wildfire team?

That ain't gonna be pretty.

Of course, sometimes these
communication systems

suffer from mechanical failure.

I say we go nuclear
and sterilize the whole area.

Fortunately, you're not in charge.

The final call, please
correct me if I'm wrong,

is the president's.

Dr. Stone, please contact
the communications officer.

Dr. Noyce is right.

Our job is to employ
the best science we can

so the president has
the information he needs

to make a decision.

Now why don't you all
get started on the satellite?

I'll be in in a minute.

Call for Dr. Stone.

We're having a problem
with the communication system.

Now we're okay within the lab,

but I can't raise the outside at all.

Computer, phones - nada.

Okay.

So we'll be entering the capsule
through the compartment door,

which was originally removed
by Piedmont's late fire chief.

I think it's safe to conclude

that Andromeda was originally
inside the capsule,

otherwise the citizens
who recovered it

would never have made it
back to town alive.

What did Mancheck say the
satellite was doing?

He didn't say.

Apparently, we're experiencing

some kind of technical glitch
within our communication system.

Glitch?
I don't like glitch.

All external computer
and communication lines

are down, but I've been assured

that they're gonna have them up
and running as soon as possible.

- Please, Dr. Chou, continue.
- Uh, well, this is not a new satellite.

I would say it's at least
two to three generations old.

And from what I can
tell from the exterior,

it wasn't designed
for communications,

navigations or surveillance.

In fact, what it appears to be is a
biocontainment vessel.

Son of a bitch.

Well, it's very damn odd.
It means that it was designed

to capture and retain
biological materials.

Which means two things-

And the second thing?

Mancheck is lying.

So it was what?

Randomly collecting
bio samples in space?

- What are the chances of that?
- Slim to none.

Let's pop it open.

Wait. Go back.

Stop it.

Zoom in.

Could that material be Andromeda?

That's still to be determined.

If that's what knocked
the satellite down,

it must have been moving
at a tremendous rate of speed

or be incredibly heavy.
How could that be?

It didn't do that much damage
to the satellite.

Maybe it has elastic qualities
we don't know about.

For now, let's assume
this is Andromeda.

Bill and Charlene, you check
the pathology of this thing.

See if you can figure out how it kills.

Dr. Noyce, you examine our survivors.

Find out what kept them alive.

Dr. Chou, you and I will test
the black substance in Andromeda

for what conditions
each likes and dislikes.

See if we can't I.D. their
nature and their structure.

So, sergeant George, you
and the men of Bravo company

have no idea then what this
sudden call-up is about.

No, sir.

They pretty much tell us
to show up

and we find out what the deal
is when we get there.

Meanwhile, the pentagon insists

this sudden alert
of the Utah national guard

is nothing more than
a routine training exercise.

No further details are forthcoming,

including when this deployment
will be over.

When have we heard that before?

Computer, patient number one,

according to documents
found on him, is Kyle Tobler-

Male, 60 years old,

Undernourished,
possibly anemic.

Computer, has he responded
since arrival?

Basolyte test results?

Kyle Tobler is a G.I.
Bleeder.

I want two units of
whole blood, plus plasma,

And vitamin K for him

and a complete blood workup
on both patients.

You're gonna be okay,
sweetie. I promise.

Hey, Charlie.
What's up?

I've got some bad news
about your friend.

He's dead.

I'll text you the details
in a moment.

I'm sorry.

Time - ten seconds.

Damn, this thing is lethal.

And airborne, if there was any doubt.

Let's check it.

Most John Does we get
don't drive a Harley Panhead.

Lucky for him you remember that.

Yeah.

Lucky for him.

This your friend?

I don't know if you know anybody
in the family or anything,

But, uh, if his bike's
available now, you know,

I'd love to buy it.

No harm in askin', right?

Removing contaminated air.

Dead animals are not infectious.

That's an extremely
unusual adaptation

if that's what that is.

Well, we know Andromeda
coagulates the blood,

but how does it enter the body -

Through the lungs or the skin?

We can radioactively tag
some blood proteins

and scan the animals
on their initial exposures.

Let's start with a rhesus.

So you think Mancheck
deliberately isolated us?

Let's just say

I wouldn't put it past him.

Have you told the others?
I don't want them distracted.

There's so little time as it is.
Why tell me?

I guess because I needed
somebody to talk to,

somebody I trust.

Mmm. Are you making
any progress?

Yes, the infant's
blood work is normal,

and Tobler's anemic,
and his PH is very acidic.

I don't know why.

Why don't you go ask him?

- George, this is Dr. Stone.
- Yes, sir, what can I do for you?

We're having some kind of
communications problem down here

and I need your help.
Do you got a cell phone that works?

Yeah, my wife got me
this new Blackberry.

Jack, it's Jeremy Stone.

I need to talk to you.
It's urgent.

I'll try to call back in one hour.
Damn it!

Aah!
Who the hell are you?

Where am I?

I'm Dr. Noyce.

You were bleeding
very badly internally,

and we had to give
you a transfusion.

What happened in Piedmont?

There was an outbreak of disease.

That's why we brought you here.

Am I contagious?

We don't think so,

but we don't want
to take any chances.

Initiating the scintillometer
and exposing the subject.

Definitely inspired by the lungs,

Andromeda then crosses
into the bloodstream

and begins coagulation.

But is that how it actually kills?

Could it be a single cerebral clot?

Maybe an anticoagulant
could stop this thing?

Let's repeat with something
like Heparin.

Okay.

I want to get these tissues
samples out to the lab first.

Computer, sample and stain
with H&E and P.A. s.

I also would like sections
of the nerve tissue stained

with both nissl
and cajal gold preparations.

The black material is artificial.

What do you mean?
A construct?

Yeah, at first it appears to have

a complex lattice-like
microstructure of carbon fibers.

Further analysis reveals
a structure of buckyballs.

Well, that would explain
how the contact

drove the satellite out of orbit
without damaging it,

but isn't this kind of
application still theoretical?

Yeah. This is nanotechnology
light-years ahead

of anything anyone
is doing right now.

What about the other material?

Did you see that?

That must be our infectious agent.

Computer, replay.

That's Andromeda.

Did anybody else make it?

Just you and the baby.

That's Sylvie.
It's the Ritter kid.

Not used to her being so quiet.

She's one little yeller.

Cries to beat the band.

Nobody else made it?

No, I'm afraid not.

This-this place
is giving me the creeps.

I want-l want to get out of here.

You're not well enough
to go anywhere.

I know my rights!
I- I-I'm no damn terrorist.

You're in quarantine.

Well-well, give me
a cigarette then.

Sorry, no smoking.

Oh, yeah, I've heard
that bullshit before-

No smokin', no drinkin',
no Mexican food.

What's the point of livin' like that?
It's damn boring.

You've been hospitalized before
for the bleeding?

Hell, yeah.

Spittin' up blood like old faithful.

Tell me I got an ulcer
the size of a grapefruit.

Did they give you
any medication, Kyle?

They did, but I didn't much
like the taste of it.

So you went untreated.

What about the pain?

Uh, Aspirin works just fine,

About a bottle a day
towards the end there,

plus a little squeeze.

"Squeeze"?

The pink lady,

Red eye. You know, sterno.

Sterno, that's got methanol in it.

- Is that bad?
- It can blind you or kill you.

Well, it didn't kill me.

They all died,

but I didn't.

Kyle. Kyle, what happened
in Piedmont?

What happened to you
and the others that night?

I don't want to talk about it.

It's very important.

Lots of lives depend
on what you might know.

Look, I don't know!
I don't want to talk about it.

Kyle,

what did you see that night?

It was Jeff Megan
and Suzie Travers.

They found the damn thing.

They're just kids, really.

They-they brought it
to the fire station,

to the chief Hank Benedict,

'cause I hear he's an engineer
and knows lots of stuff.

The only reason I know
is 'cause I was playin' poker

at the fire station -
Me, Hank

aAnd Al Ritter
who runs the gas station,

Herbie Block and Annie Dillon.

You think it's from outer space?

It fell from the sky, Annie.

You know what I mean.
Is it alien?

Yeah, that's why it says
U.S.A. on the side.

You think aliens can't spell?

Probably just a weather satellite.

Yeah, that's what
they want you to think.

Have you ever heard of area 51?

You don't think that there
aren't all these secret

government things that goes on
that none of us know about?

- What do you think, Hank?
- It's a satellite -

Weather or communications
or something.

I'll make a few calls, and let
you know what I find out.

About a half-hour later,
I'm gettin' a soda

from Al's gas station

because the squeeze makes
you kind of thirsty.

So you'd been drinking that day?

How did you feel?

A- A-A little dizzy,

my-my breath was
kind of short on me.

My head!

Aah! My head!

Al?

Al? !

Hang on!
Hang on, buddy!

Hey, Annie.

What's going on?
What's wrong with these people?

You got to burn 'em out. Don't
you see? It's the only way.

Annie, well, what...?

Annie!

What--?
Hey, Annie!

Annie!

And then everything's quiet.

Then it's like
the whole world is dead.

And that's when I saw the general,

Scott Arnold, a vet,
steady as a rock.

You know what's happening, Kyle.

They've gotten under the wire.
They're inside the compound.

- I don't think that's it, general.
- Got to face facts, soldier.

You tell 'em back home
l did my best, okay?

I thought I'd gone crazy,

Hallucinatin',
too much pink lady maybe.

Hey! Hey! Hey, over here!

It's me! I'm here.
Help me, man!

Help me, man!
You got to help me!

No, no, no!

Help, help,

No, no, no, no!

Poor bastard.

So Tobler was acidotic because
of the methanol he was drinking.

It breaks down and becomes
formaldehyde and formic acid.

Plus he was taking
a bottle of aspirin a day.

That affected his breathing?

He had to breath rapidly
to blow off the carbon dioxide

and decrease the carbonic acid
in his body.

Well, maybe there's a way

to attack Andromeda in there.
No, the baby's PH is normal.

There's nothing unusual
about her except her colic.

Charlene? Here's
what we know so far.

Andromeda is approximately 1 micron,

the size of a single cell.
It's transmitted by air.

Dead organisms are not infectious.

Andromeda is inspired by its victim.

It crosses into the bloodstream
where it initiates coagulation.

Death occurs within seconds.

Now we tested anticoagulants,

but they don't affect its process.

So it cannot transmit from a
corpse?

Yeah, strange, isn't it?

Andromeda kills men, kills
all mammals as far as we know

and then dies within the organism.

It shows no signs of having
adapted to mankind.

You know, maybe this
is just what it seems -

An alien life-form, the first
mankind has ever encountered.

So it's not cuddly like E.T.,
but there it is. Deal with it.

Who says it's natural?
It could be engineered.

Especially given what Tsi
discovered when he was looking

at the black material
alongside Andromeda.

Yeah, it's an extremely advanced
form of nanotechnology

called Buckyballs, named after
the inventor Buckminster Fuller.

The molecule is form of
carbon 60, octahedral in shape,

with 60 atoms forming
the shape of a ball.

So if this black material
was a manufactured shell

containing Andromeda,

then what you're describing is
some kind of a biological bomb.

- Whoa!
- Why not?

It would be arrogant
to think that human beings

are the only creatures
sophisticated enough

to use bacterial warfare. Why would
you assume alien origin at all?

Mancheck said there was a North
Korean satellite in the area.

If anyone was gonna attack
the United States,

why go through all the trouble
of sending a contagion

into space and hoping
that Nasa will pick it up?

Why not simply bring it in
on a shipping container

like one of the thousands that
come in every day un-inspected

because homeland security just
doesn't have enough resources

to do the job?

And for that matter,
why use such an exotic bug

when plague, typhus or smallpox
would be just fine?

Well, you'd be the expert on that.
Whoa!

Easy, Keene. Mancheck is a
liar, and you are a racist fool!

Yeah? How many died in that
outbreak in Shanghal?

That's enough, both of you.

It's growing?

That's right.

Now the first time it displayed
that behavior it was unprovoked.

So is what we just saw some kind
of nonspecific growth response

Or a sentient reaction to injury?

Maybe it just doesn't like being poked?

I think we need to
focus more on structure,

what is Andromeda made of.

Bill, you and Charlene,
do an amino acid workup

while Tsi does a spectro-analysis.

I'd like to continue my exploration

of the black material.

That is, unless you think
I'm a security risk, Bill?

I trust you, Tsi. Why wouldn't I?

I know there's a link between
Kyle Tobler and Sylvie Ritter.

I want to continue to pursue that.

Let's get started.

I appreciate the lift, man.
Car just up and died on me.

No problem, man.

It's important to see
your family when they ship out.

You never know, know what I mean?

What happened in Shanghal?

It was a different time back then.

The international treaties
on biowarfare were toothless.

Every country, including yours,
was experimenting.

We were field testing
a weaponized version

of hemorrhagic smallpox
at an outdoor laboratory.

It proved much, uh,
hardier than we expected.

A young girl in a fishing boat
9 miles offshore

caught the disease,
brought it back to the city.

It killed 107 people,

30 of them children,
before we could contain it.

There were people
in both our governments

who were prepared to unleash
unimaginable horrors.

I like to think that
in the end reason prevailed,

but maybe we were
just very, very lucky.

Jeremy! Jeremy!

You're not gonna believe this.

Andromeda doesn't have D.N.A.

- What is it, some kind of prion?
- No proteins, not even any amino acids.

Charlene was right.

There has never been
anything like Andromeda

anywhere on the earth.

This is terra incognita.
This is alien.

Hey, that's good eatin'.

- Appreciate the food, Mr. Nash.
- My pleasure, sergeant.

Didn't know they were embedding
journalists on this operation.

Pretty much standard operating
procedure these days.

Just bringin' the war on terror home.

- Nash.
- Jeremy Stone.

Jeremy Stone-I've been trying
to reach you, man.

Where the hell are you?

You sound like you're at the
bottom of a well.

You can say that.

Listen, why is the guard
deploying in southern Utah?

They're
calling it an exercise,

but the orders originated
with the N.S.A.

Possibly because
some kind of secret satellite

code-named Project Scoop
came down in the desert.

- What is Project Scoop?
- No idea, but it's army.

This is being run by our
old friend general Mancheck.

Let me tell you,
when that sucker came down,

it killed a lot of people.

I mean, no one's saying
infectious outbreak, but--

And-
and how do you know that?

I can't give details,
but it cost my source his life.

And it wasn't any virus
killed him either,

unless microbes routinely
pack.9 millimeter slugs.

These guys are not
messing around, Jeremy.

Now I'm being followed.
At least, I was.

Are those guard units carrying
any biohazard here with them?

I don't know, but I can check.

All right. Well, pay close
attention to their equipment.

- I got to go, Jack.
- Wait, wait, wait.

I showed you mine. You show me yours.

It's a biological
infection called Andromeda.

That's all I can say for now.

When I know more, I'll call
you first. I promise.

Look, in the meantime, see
what else you can find out

about Project Scoop, and I'll
call you back in three hours.

Listen, Jack, be careful,

and I'm not just talking
about the army

and whoever else is
following you. Andromeda.

It's lethal, beyond comprehension.

Tuesday, Marti, pot roast.

It's just coffee, Sally.

You all right, Marti? You look
kind of green around the gills.

Flu or somethin',
my head's killin' me.

- You have any aspirin?
- Yeah, sure.

They're all out to get me.

Marti, you're hurting me.

Please, Marti, please.

General, there has been
an incident

40 miles south of Piedmont.

A Utah sheriff named Willis
has shot three people

and killed himself.

Here's the raw network feed.

And here's the security camera.

Please, Marti, please,

Please.

- If it's Andromeda...
- It is.

I don't know how Willis
escaped quarantine.

Willis could have passed
through Piedmont

the night of the infection
before the quarantine went up.

Have you isolated these bodies

and whoever worked the crime
scene?

Already done, general.

Mancheck.

I have a message from Dr. Stone
regarding Project Scoop.

Unless communication
is restored fully

to the lab,

Jack Nash will go public
with all the details

Live on NNT.

You have ten minutes to comply.

What happened?

Stone knows about Project Scoop.

Put Wildfire back online.

Get me Stone.

Yes, general.

Come on.
You deliberately isolated us.

And you lied about the purpose
for the satellite, general.

We had a technical problem,
and the problem got solved.

Now we want the full facts
on Project Scoop

and everything associated with it,

or I swear to God every press
agency from "the New York times"

To some podunk podcaster in
Nebraska will get this story.

Nasa astronomers discovered
a singularity

- in our solar system.
- A singularity?

A theoretical distortion
in the space/time...

continuum. No longer theoretical -

There was a sudden
and inexplicable appearance

of a tiny source emitting
extremely powerful bursts

of light and energy -
ln short, a wormhole.

Now we're still in the process
of analyzing that data,

but physicists have theorized
since 1935

That traversable wormholes
could function as portals

between distant parts of the galaxy.

Project Scoop was
one of several attempts

to explore this phenomenon,
and in this case,

to collect samples
of living organisms.

Now we're not sure
exactly what happened,

but on approach, the satellite
became erratic and came down.

Shortly thereafter,
the wormhole, or...

whatever the hell it was, closed.

Well, why in God's name
did you withhold this?

We have wasted valuable time, time we
don't have, flailing about in the dark.

Can you imagine the panic
news of an event like this

would have caused?
It was strictly need-to-know.

Need to cover your ass.

Now why would the army's bio-defense

be covertly collecting samples?

Maybe shopping for lethal material

that wouldn't be covered
by any existing

or future biowarfare agreements?

What we did,
whatever you think of our motives,

the problem facing us
right now is Andromeda,

and it's getting worse by
the minute.

What do you mean?

Well, the president, largely
on your recommendation,

opted for quarantining the area

instead of calling in
a limited nuclear strike,

and now we've already
had a breach.

I just got word of an event
outside the quarantine zone

that sounds like Andromeda.

Now I've got that area locked up tight,
but I need to know,

what have you got to fight this?

Nothing at this point,
not a single thing.

Andromeda is completely unlike
anything we have ever seen.

It would appear to be alien
in its source except...

except for the material
found along with it,

which we think might be
a casing or a delivery system.

It's built from
materials common to earth

but utilizes a nanotechnology
that so far is only theoretical.

So what are you saying then?

Is Andromeda of this
world, or is it alien?

We can't say, either way,

but it's extremely unlikely
that Andromeda is the creation

of any kind of terrestrial power.

Whatever the source, general, we
need to nuke Piedmont right now.

I have to say, I agree with Bill.
I think it's still too risky.

Well, what the hell else can we do?

Wildfire has effectively ruled
out Andromeda as originating

with any known enemy -
foreign or domestic.

Are we under attack or not?

Absolutely, but from whom or what,

we can't say with certainty.

What, you're saying this
is an alien attack, Chuck?

Yes, sir.

Wherever Andromeda comes from,

it dies in Piedmont, understand?

We're ready when you are,
Mr. President.

Are the guardsmen
on the ground going to be safe?

We'll pull back all forward
observation posts 5 miles.

None of our men will be
in harm's way, Mr. President.

Very well.

Do it.

5 miles from the target,

I want you to let loose
and climb like hell.

Theoretically you should be
able to avoid the aftershock,

But no one's actually dropped
one of these things

since Nagasaki.

Blair.

You may authorize
the launch when ready.

Yes, sir.

- It's a go.
- Sir.

What exactly are we lookin' for?

Trespassers, little green men,

who knows.

Tear it down, fellas.
They're pullin' us back.

- You got to be kidding me.
- You heard me. Let's go.

What is that?

Some kind of eagle, sir.

It's got somethin' in its claws.
What is that thing?

Whoa, whoa, you can't
shoot an eagle, sergeant.

It's a rat.

He's bombing us with a rat.

No, way.

- Oh, my head!
- You all right?

- What's up, man?
- Oh, it hurts.

He's dead.

This isn't happening.

Oh, man, this isn't happening.

It's the end of days,

the mark of the beast.

Cut that out right now.
The seals are broken!

Hell in a handbasket,
it's where we're goin'!

Put your gun down!

If Mancheck hadn't kept us
in the dark--

We just ran out of time.

There are just some things
that don't add up.

Chou's casing theory
doesn't--doesn't feel right.

Something's missing, but I--
l just can't put my finger on it.

# Come home, baby #

Afternoon, private Carson.

Jack Nash, NNT. Great job
you fellas are doin'.

Can I help you?

Those, uh, Stryker carriers
of yours are really something.

Are those chemical/biological units?

Yes, sir, pretty much
top-of-the-line.

Now what's that bio trace m3 sampler?

Uh, it's used to collect
biological samples.

We don't normally travel with
this kind of, uh, equipment.

Why do you suppose they need
something like that for?

Uh, why are you here?

You're approaching a restricted area!

Stop your vehicle immediately!

It's a suicide bomber!

Open fire!

Charlie, I'm at-- I'm at desert H.Q.
For the guard.

Some kind of suicide bomber
just attacked.

I just sent photos.
Also I just found-

General Michaelson, you ever heard
of freedom of the

Take Mr. Nash to the stockade.

- I'm a civilian, general.
- He was illegally on my base,

Which has just come
under terrorist attack.

Care to go on the record
about that, general?

Northcom, this is Alpha One.

I will enter the release zone
in 30 seconds.

Roger, Alpha One.

Arm missile.

Roger that. Arming missile.

Missile is armed
and ready to go.

These are the results
of our growth matrix program

on Andromeda.

The particular growth medium

doesn't seem to be a factor.

But atmosphere and light are crucial.

Darkness and infrared inhibit
growth, likewise for oxygen.

Nitrogen is a wash.
Ultraviolet light stimulates,

so does carbon dioxide.

So Andromeda thrives
best in an atmosphere

of 100% carbon dioxide lit
by ultraviolet light.

Looks to me almost like
a pure conversion system.

Computer, post all results
for all closed growth systems.

You're right. No excretions,
no waste, amazing.

What effect does radiation have?

Computer, check all irradiated samples.

My god, it eats it up.

Nuking Andromeda is not gonna kill it.

It'll make it grow exponentially.

Give me general Mancheck.
This is a code red emergency.

Entering release zone.

Dewitt.
Urgent message from Stone.

Get the president
to shut down that launch.

Mr. President, message
from Wildfire. We have to abort.

Hold fire.

30 seconds to target.

Mr. President. Dr. Stone,
what do you mean, abort?

Andromeda eats radiation. If you
nuke it, you won't kill it.

You will grow it.
Northcom.

General Blair,
this is president Scott.

I am ordering you to abort
the mission immediately.

Stand down, Alpha One.
Do not launch.

I say again, cancel sequence
and return to base.

Roger that, northcom.

This is Alpha One. I am shutting
down the launch sequence.

Confirming.
Missile is disarmed.

Oh, thank goodness.

Wow, that was close.

Northcom, I am having some kind
of mechanical problem here.

Northcom, this aircraft
is not responding.

Northcom, please come in.
I cannot control this craft.

Oh, my-- there went the visor.

Northcom, my visor
is disintegrating. The-

I can't-l can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

I can't get air.
I- I'm losing control here, sir.

I cannot get any air.
I need--

Northcom, please come-

The missile is rearmed!

It's disintegrating!

Its almost falling apart!

I have to bail out!

extracted by LeapinLar, edited by rogard
with additions by nycera. Thanks.