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[ inhales ]

[ tires screech ]

[ tires screech ]

MAN: You guys follow me over here.

Okay, green team follow me.

MAN 2: Red over here. Red over here.

- This way. - Go now. Go.

Up against the wall!

- Spread out, spread out! - Freeze!

All right, tranq him.

Over here. Let's move.

Where'd he go? Get up.

Hold still now.

Everything's under control.

Big window up there.

Walk him off. Walk him off. You've got him.

Take right...

- Where'd he go? - Spread out. Cover me.

The other one's gone. Can't tell where he went.

We'll search the perimeter.

- Check the roof. - [ indistinct chatter ]

Carry him out.

Get him into the van.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, Wiley.

Move it up!

- Nice and slow. - Slowly.

The one who was chasing him...

got away.

Second team, stand down.

Subject is secure.

We got the alien.

And you have no idea who they were?

No, but they looked military,

and they knew Krace was an alien.

Krace?

The Nodulian I was chasing.

The one that Nestov said was a courier for Zin.

I was trying to intercept him

before he made his delivery.

Well, do you know what he was carrying?

No, but if Zin sent him, it must have been important.

If it gets into the wrong hands,

it could be very damaging.

Cole, this is not good.

I mean, if they know about him,

who's to say they don't know about you?

I don't think their research is that extensive, Mel.

We've only been here a couple of months.

I know, but what if this Krace guy talks?

Then there will be a huge mobilization.

They would hunt us down.

If you looked under the term "pack rat" in the dictionary,

not only would you find

a photograph of your grandmother...

you'd find an entire tribute to her.

What is that?

You tell me. Hey, Cole.

Bye, Cole.

Is it just me, or is the strong and silent type

a little bit too silent these days?

He's got a lot on his mind.

Mel, his mind isn't something

I pay much attention to.

I noticed.

Where did you get this?

Well, you know the little cubbyhole

next to the water heater?

Yeah.

That was wayin the back

behind all the other useless boxes of junk.

If I hadn't moved every single box,

I never would have found it.

Okay, I don't really want to know

the answer to this question, but I'm gonna ask it anyway.

What were you doing in the cubbyhole?

- Chasing a rat. - Oh.

A big hairy one.

I knew I didn't want to know.

I kind of picked through that already.

There's nothing valuable.

Are you kidding me?

This is my grandmother's...

Letters and...

Pictures.

Oh, this is a real find.

Oh, it's a find, all right.

What are you doing?

Trying to find the potential route the van took

after it drove away.

So why was Krace in prison?

Was he a courier up there, too?

He transported everything from neural stimulators

to micro nuclear transponders.

This is crazy.

I mean, not only do you have to round up these fugitives,

now you've got the government after you, as well.

No one's after me yet, Mel.

I just have to make sure it stays that way.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Well, do you know who these military guys are?

Not yet. That's what I'm trying to find out.

Do you know there are a very large number

of photo satellites above your planet?

Yeah, I know. It's like Candid Camerain outer space.

Candid Camera.

Yeah, it's a TV show where they hide the camera,

and they have this whole big setup, and--

Okay, Mel.

[ sighs ]

These were taken just after Krace was captured.

MEL: My tax dollars at work.

Remind me to shut my blinds at night.

That wouldn't matter. They'd still be able

to see through them.

Great.

These are the most recent ones of the area.

Cole, I'm worried.

Mel, I can't let them get any information.

You were the one who said

the men that took this guy away were heavily armed.

I'll be fine.

I will.

[ door shuts ]

KRACE: Please. I didn't do anything.

Vitals?

Pulse is 120. Respiration's shallow.

B.P.'s 90 over 40.

[ gasps ]

It's too hot.

Thermal setting?

104 degrees.

[ Krace coughs ]

Let's bring it up to 108.

Oh, no. Please.

All you have to do is tell me

what I wan to know, Wes, and--

Aw.

Well, we'll make it all go away.

Look, I--I don't--

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

Your low tolerance for heat is fascinating.

Now is that typical of your species?

Oh, what are you talking about?

I'm the same species as you are.

108 degrees isn't really that hot, Wes.

If you were human, I mean, you'd be uncomfortable,

but you wouldn't be moaning in pain

or dangerously dehydrated.

112.

Oh, no.

Aah. Aah.

Tell me about the man who was chasing you.

Is he one of you? Are there more?

You have something he wants, don't you?

Uh, listen, I don't know what you want me to say.

I was on my way home from work

when you guys jumped me.

120.

KRACE: This is a mistake.

I've got a wife and kids. I work

- for a pharmaceutical company. - CONNELLY: Come on.

We know you don't live at home anymore,

and you walked away from your job.

You see, we tracked a large energy source

as it entered the earth's atmosphere

and terminated near a train station several months ago.

Our investigation turned up some very disturbing trends:

perfectly normal people walking away from their lives,

their responsibilities, their families.

People like you, Wes.

We also took some DNA samples on you.

[ echoing ] You see,

we know a lot more about you than you think.

Oh, well, let's get him some water.

Just as soon as he tells me what I want to know.

Oh, please.

[ groans ]

Why don't we just bring it up to an even 130?

I'm gonna find out what makes you tick,

even if I have to dissect you myself.

What do you think this is?

[ sighs ]

I don't know.

Maybe a Christmas ornament.

Mmm, too heavy.

Whatever. I'm sure it's as worthless

as the rest of that junk.

I'm just taking a guess here,

but, uh, you're not the sentimental type, are you?

Mel, you know how much I loved your grandmother,

but the way that woman hoarded everything.

Hello, hello, hello.

What's that?

Her diary.

Oh, finally, something interesting.

No. We can't.

Why not?

Okay, just a peek.

Come on.

- Hey. - Hey.

This is a restricted area. Show me your pass.

Hey!

[ alarm wails ]

MAN: Get your hands up!

Do it now!

[ yells ]

Uhh!

MAN: Freeze!

Turn around!

Get 'em up!

Water?

No, thank you.

Really?

The other one was dying for a drink.

Other what?

The other alien.

Alien?

Yes, the one you were chasing.

Let me show you something.

This is from the southeast perimeter fence security camera.

Ah, here comes the good part.

That is a very impressive display

of nonhuman acrobatics.

We know what you are.

What's the other one to you?

Superior? Subordinate?

Mate? Child?

He has something you want.

CONNELLY: Well, isn't this nice?

A little reunion.

Now you either tell me what I want to know,

or you're gonna end up like your friend here.

He's not my friend.

CONNELLY: You two are adversaries?

Wha-- what, like, different sides

of the galactic battleground?

He doesn't look well.

Well, he didn't care much for the heat.

Perhaps you should give him some water.

You do care about him.

It's called basic humanity.

What do you two know about being human?

Take him back to his cell.

And take it up to 110.

Now you know what you have to look forward to.

[ slurred ]

Can I have some water, please?

Uhh! Ohh.

Ohh.

[ coughs ]

Uhh!

[ groans ]

JESS: Your grandmother used to run a speakeasy?

Oh, come on, Mel. Let me read the rest of that.

MEL: No.

It's not right.

It was right a minute ago.

A speakeasy?

All those nights of playing truth or dare

and she never let on to the truth.

You played truth or dare with my grandmother?

Amongst other things.

Get a few shots of tequila in her, and--

Tequila?

She used to knit me doilies.

What, you think knitting doilies

was her whole life?

Come on, Mel.

Just one little look.

What harm can it cause?

It's private.

Fine.

[ groaning ]

Uhh!

Uhh!

[ groaning ]

Check the readout again.

Thermal unit is operating normally.

We're at 110 degrees.

Boost to 125.

Whoa!

How long you been on Earth?

There more like you?

150!

Ohh.

Dr. Connelly, the subject's vitals are changing.

Heart rate, pulse, respiration, B.P., all up.

WOMAN: Metabolism accelerating.

Adrenaline increasing.

Damn it. He's energizing from the heat.

Reverse the process.

Implement an immediate cooldown.

He's breaking free.

[ Cole chokes ]

CONNELLY: He's still got his strength.

You've got to cool him down more.

[ Cole groans ]

Ohh!

Prepare a cold room for him.

Keep the temperature down near freezing.

Dr. Connelly, the subject's vitals are dropping.

V-fib!

Charge the defibrillator!

- [ electricity hums ] - Still charging.

Come on, hurry!

Fully charged.

Clear!

[ gasps ]

- CONNELLY: Again! - Clear!

[ gasps ]

We could, uh, try warming him up again.

No, I can't take that chance. Again!

- WOMAN: Clear! - [ gasps ]

CONNELLY: Again!

WOMAN: Clear!

Damn it!

The shock of going from one extreme to the other

must have been too much.

How could this alien be so susceptible to the cold?

CONNELLY: Damned if I know.

MAN: Well, the autopsy should tell us something.

Let me know what you find out.

Yes, sir.

All right. Let's get on with this.

Start the recorder.

This tape is classified under penalty of imprisonment.

You must possess a class one clearance

to view this procedure.

Subject appears to be a 35-year-old human male,

Caucasian, average build.

What we find on the inside may prove that to be wrong.

Number 10 blade.

I'm gonna begin with a "Y" incision.

[ all gasp ]

Good God.

Easy.

Ahh. Thank you.

What the hell just happened?

- Hey! - What are you doing?

Mel, you have got to read that.

Your grandmother was amazing.

Look, this is private.

No more. Okay?

Okay.

It was getting kind of weird, anyway.

Weird?

What do you mean weird?

I don't know. Maybe she wrote some of that stuff

after one of her tequila Tuesdays or something.

- Oh. - 25th of August.

"Circle of stones, keepers of light,

miles below where day becomes night,

darkness descends from skies up above,

faith in the key protects those we love."

Poetry?

I don't think so.

Did your grandmother ever mention belonging

to a witches' cult or anything?

[ chuckles ]

No.

At least, not that I remember.

[ clears throat ]

- What do you mean he's gone?! - He escaped.

- How is that possible?! - He wasn't dead.

He must have been in some sort of cryogenic state,

and the lights brought him out of it.

He sat up just as we were starting the autopsy.

Why didn't you stop him?!

We tried, but he just disappeared.

- How did he get out?! - I don't know.

I want a complete lockdown of this facility.

Nobody in or out. Alert the main gate.

I mean nobody!

Facility operator, this is Connelly.

I want maximum A.C. We've got to drop the temperature

throughout this facility.

What the hell happened to the lights?

Why aren't the backups coming on?

Find out what's happening.

Yes, sir.

Come on! Let's go!

Let's go!

That's him!

[ Cole moaning ]

[ sighs ]

[ whimpering ]

What's going on? Uhh!

Whoa. Don't pull away.

As long as I'm touching you,

you're in hyperspeed with me.

How can we be in hyperspeed?

Artificial hyperspeed. It's a prototype.

Where did it come from?

Zin's been developing it for some time now.

It's only 85% effective though,

and, like the real Cirronian thing,

it doesn't last long, so...

Unh! Uhh!

Whoa. Jeez.

Would-- would you put that thing away, please?

Tell me why I should trust you.

Well-- look, you don't have much of a choice right now,

do you?

Good point.

Come on.

[ Cole panting ]

COLE: Why are you helping me?

Look, I know we're on different sides,

but right now it's us or them.

Zin won't be too happy with you.

Well, at least you helped me out in that experiment room.

Zin would have left me in there to die.

Yes, he would have.

Tell me about this device.

Zin wants to use it to level the playing field.

How did you stop these people from finding it?

You really don't want to know.

Whoa.

Quick. In here.

[ beeps ]

- COLE: What happened? - The charge is out.

It's got some internal atomic system

which automatically recharges itself.

It'll take some time to heat up.

Although it'll recharge a lot quicker than you will.

Are you sure this is going to work?

[ sighs ] It better.

This is Connelly. The south wing is secure.

We're moving east. Keep the formation tight.

I don't want anything slipping through this sweep.

If word gets out that Connelly's

got a couple of aliens, we'll all be dead.

When they examined you, what did they do?

Everything, including getting a sampling of my DNA.

They got a thick database on me.

Probably got one started on you, too.

We need to destroy that information.

What?

Uh, what are you doing?

Accessing the Internet.

Cole, this is no time to check your e-mail.

Nodulians.

[ sighs ]

Grandma...

COLE: Mel, it's Cole. Can you hear me?

Mel?

Hello. Mel?

Cole?

I can hear you.

Mel, if you can hear me,

speak into the microphone close to the computer screen.

Cole, I'm here.

MEL: Where are you?

I'm sending you a list of commands.

I need you to type them in and press "enter."

How? I don't know how to use your thingamajig.

There is a keyboard on the shelf behind you.

Can you see it?

Yes.

Good. Plug it into the mainframe.

What's the mainframe?

The unit in front of the middle screen on the desk.

Okay.

- Done. - Once you receive the commands,

I need you to execute them so we can download a program

that will make this system inoperable.

You mean a virus?

It's getting close to being charged.

I want a security report.

MAN: [ on radio] West wing is clear.

- Moving on. - Tell her to hurry.

MEL: Did you find that Krace guy you were looking for?

This is no time for small talk.

Did you receive the commands?

I think so.

It's a string of letters and numbers, right?

It's almost charged.

Yes, that's it. Type them in and press "enter."

Tell her to push the big button on the right.

Secure the offices along that hallway.

We'll be down here.

It's charged. Let's go.

Not until the virus has been activated.

CONNELLY: Get me a report on the front gate.

Anything unusual, I want to know about it.

Hurry, Mel.

I'm almost done.

- Open it. - Cole.

One more minute.

Listen, if they capture us again,

it won't matter whether the virus is activated or not.

Let's go.

Go ahead. Continue the search.

Keep me informed.

MEL: Okay, I'm done.

Cole?

Cole, are you there?

Did the virus download okay?

Yes, Mel.

Yes. It downloaded fine, Mel.

MEL: Great. So you want to tell me what's going on?

You'll never make it out of there.

[ chuckles ]

[ gasps ]

Come.

[ groaning ]

COLE: What's happening?

The charge is supposed to last longer than this.

It's cutting out. Damn it.

It's gone.

Dr. Connelly?

Dr. Connelly, we've secured.

This is patrol 3.

We found the doctor.

[ muffled yell ]

How long do you think it'll be before they find Connelly?

[ alarm wails ]

I think they just did.

Come on.

How you feeling?

Better. Too many guards.

Well, there are probably more inside.

Really? You want to go back in?

You kidding? After what that sadist did to me in there?

I'll take my chances out here, thank you very much.

I was joking.

Nodulians.

That's not funny.

[ whispering ] Come on, come on.

COLE: A lot of ground to cover in the open.

Maybe we should cause a distraction or something.

That won't work.

Well, I guess we're going for it, then.

We go one by one just in case.

- I'll go. - I'll go.

No, I'll go.

I've had more time to recuperate.

That doesn't matter.

You're species does better in water, remember?

What are you saying, that I'm slow on land?

Hey, who couldn't catch who back in Chicago, pal?

I would have caught you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - What?

There's a guard coming.

I know. I know. I saw him.

- Go now. - Thank you.

No. Go back.

Uh.

MAN: That way! That way! Over there!

[ indistinct shouts ]

MAN 2: Spread out!

Uh!

- COLE: Get up. - No. No. Leave me.

Come on. Come on.

MAN: Spread out!

Oh, I should've gone first.

Would you be quiet?

You have to hold on until I can get you some help.

Oh, stop it. Stop it.

[ groaning in pain ]

Okay, but just for a moment.

This human body is closing down.

[ groaning ]

There's still a chance I can save you.

I'd rather live on SAR-TOP than die on this planet.

You have to take my life force.

Now. Take my life force now.

Please.

[ groans ]

Thanks for getting me out.

This is no time for small talk.

Think of the most beautiful place you've ever seen.

I wonder what it is.

It's a tin triangle, Mel.

Why don't you ask Cole what he thinks?

I plan on it-- just as soon as he gets back.

He's already back. He's upstairs in his room.

Why didn't you tell me?

[ door opens ]

Do you have any idea how worried I've been?

Worried about what?

- You don't know? - No.

You really don't know?

No, I really don't know.

About you, about where you've been,

about what could have happened to you, Cole!

I was out looking for Krace.

[ sighs ] Did you find him?

I found him.

He wasn't how I thought he would be.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Oh.

Just...call me next time.

COLE: Okay.

It's just that I worry.

Yes, Mel, you do.

Why do your people want to harm us

instead of talk to us, Mel?

Did somebody hurt you?

No, not me.

But some people know about us.

How many?

I'm not sure.

We'll be fine.

We erased the files.

We'll be fine.

You'll find everything I just laid out for you

detailed in that report, sir.

That's extraordinary.

I'm speechless.

How many others know about this?

Sir, that report is an original,

and there are no copies.

My agency is compartmentalized,

and the men who work for me

only know bits and pieces of the big picture,

as per security protocol.

- Excellent. - Thank you, sir.

I'll be sure to recommend you for a commendation.

Thank you, General.

[ door shuts ]

Yes, this is General Young.

I need you to arrange for reassignment.

Dr. Ross Connelly.

To the Peary University Research Center.

Yes, in the Arctic.

Effective immediately. Thank you.

I've taken care of your problem.

Thank you, General. I'll make the deposit to your account.