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(mysterious music)

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(energetic music)

(dramatic music)

(energetic tense music)

(explosion booming)

(eerie music) (eerie whooshing)

(brooding music)

(crickets chirping)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(machinery clacking) - What have you got?

- [Man] I've got nothing, the whole damn thing's

out of control, we've lost it!

- Uh-uh, I think we're losing it...

Oh, crap...

(computers beeping) (machinery clacking)

Damn!

That's it, we're out!

- It's Red Stage now!

Total loss of direction!

- I knew this would happen!

This thing wasn't made to withstand the duration!

- I don't think that really matters right now.

- Well it will when the big boys find out!

- And just how are they gonna find out?

- Oh, Dr. Forsythe.

- What seems to be the problem?

- We've lost all control over Centaur One.

- Are you telling me it's going to crash?

- Yes sir, it should impact in approximately two hours.

- I see.

Have you any idea where?

- No.

(eerie tense music)

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh no...

(crickets chirping)

(mysterious music) (wind whispering)

(clattering) (door thumping)

(gears clicking)

Metro City Police, please.

(telephone warbling)

- Metro Division, Front Desk.

Sergeant Yamotta here, can I help you?

- [Elaine] Yes, is there a Detective McLemore on duty?

- Yes ma'am.

- [Elaine] May I speak to him?

- Sorry, he's not here right now, can I take a message?

(mysterious tense music)

(distant car horn honking)

(breath rasping faintly)

(snoring)

(breath rasping loudly)

(paper rustling)

(snoring)

(tense music)

- Well partner,

(bag rustling) scum always rises.

Wake up, they're here.

(suspenseful music)

(metallic thudding)

(dramatic music) - Hold it, police!

- Cops, (mumbles)!

(guns firing)

(mumbles) run!

(guns firing)

(tires screeching)

(officer mumbling)

- (grunts) Ah!

(mumbling) (tires screeching)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(metallic crashing)

(explosion thundering) (metallic crashing)

(explosion booming) (dramatic music)

(flames crackling)

(sighing)

- Oh shit, look at this.

Shit man, he's just a kid!

- [Officer] What's in the bag?

- Trick or fucking treat!

- Killed for a bag of Halloween shit.

(alarm beeping) (machinery clacking)

- We were assured nothing like this could possibly happen!

- The facts are simple.

Dr. Michaelson?

- You know we've been developing something in outer space,

a new form of biological warfare.

It's not germs or viruses,

it's something much more complex,

something that's not only alive but

calculating as well. - Why the hell

are you telling me what I already know?

- We're developing a new secret weapon on behalf

of the United States government,

your boss, General Randolph.

- (mumbles) was supposed to stay in outer space, Forsythe,

not come crashing down into God knows what,

or where! - We're doing everything

in our power to locate the exact impact point.

- We are of the opinion that it will not survive a crash.

- Let's hope so. - And what if you're wrong?

- We are of the opinion that if it does survive a crash,

we'll be able to shut it down.

Don't worry.

(siren howling) (flames crackling)

(sighing)

- Well, how's it look?

- Oh spiffy.

- Good. - Very spiffy.

It's much nicer than the blood-stained look.

- Oh shit, Robertson.

Keep your cool partner, keep your cool.

(flames crackling)

- Looks like you two have been having

an interesting evening.

What happened here? - Self defense.

- Tell me about it.

- 12:35 a.m. we observed the suspects

inside the building-- - Hold it.

That body over there does it belong

to one of these, suspects?

(sighing) - Quite possibly.

- Go on. - Well,

when they came outside,

the subjects drew their weapons and opened fire.

We returned the fire.

- I'd like to see this in written format,

within a couple of hours.

- Why sure Captain, sure.

- Otherwise you two okay?

- Actually, you know-- - Yeah yeah,

we're fine Captain.

- Good.

Officer Green?

Hand 'em over.

(flames crackling)

See you two in a couple of hours then.

- I can't, I can't sleep, without Bessie.

- Hey McLemore.

- Yeah?

- Some weird lady called for you at the station tonight,

she said it was important.

- What did she want?

- She said somebody was gonna die tonight.

- And she was right.

(tense music)

(hollow thudding)

(tense music) (crickets chirping)

Come on man!

I bet you've got an arsenal hidden somewhere.

(tires screeching)

Would you let me hold something

at least till we get our pieces back?

- Jerry it's been a long, tough night.

Besides it's only gonna be for a couple of days.

- One never knows what can happen.

(crickets chirping)

(door clattering)

Come on man, let me have a 38?

22?

(car rumbling) (tense music)

- Jason, are we gonna be here all night?

- Look, you're the one that wanted

to come out in the wilderness and make out

like some kind of nature girl or something, okay?

- Well how was I to know that you'd be

risking my life on a set of faulty tires?

(metallic clanging) (crickets chirping)

You could have killed me!

- (chuckles) It's still not too late sweetheart.

- This is the last time--

(rumbling) Look!

(eerie whooshing) (eerie mysterious music)

- Did you see that?

(explosion booming)

(flames roaring)

(flames crackling)

- What is that?

- I don't know!

But I'm gonna go find out!

- Are you crazy?

I don't want to get raped by some Martian!

- (scoffs) You, should be so lucky.

- (sighs) Ha ha ha.

- Are you coming?

(tense music) - Hey, didn't you see nothing?

Come on fellas, wake up!

Come on boys, we gotta go take a look-see!

Ah, the hell with 'ya!

Go myself!

(eerie chittering) - My men were not flying this!

It wouldn't have happened if they were!

- You think we were (mumbles) flying it?

You think we were flying it?

You were-- - That's what you were

supposed to be doing! - It's crashed sir!

(machinery clacking)

It's crashed!

And it's alive. - (mumbles) done it again!

Gimme that!

Where is the damn thing?

We've got to find it!

Get the hell out of here!

- Hmph, you're lucky it didn't wipe out an entire block!

Hawkins? - Yeah?

- I want you to cordon off that area,

I don't want anybody getting through,

it's probably already crawling with public officials!

- That thing lived through the crash, that's amazing!

- Amazing?

- Yeah well if that thing gets loose...

- It won't.

Leave it to me.

- That's right Forsythe.

We're going to leave it to you.

- Thank you.

(mysterious music) (crickets chirping)

(flames crackling)

- Jesus H., Christ!

(splattering)

(flames crackling) (eerie chittering)

(crickets chirping)

- [Girl] God dammit!

(debris rustling)

(eerie chittering)

(mysterious music) - I ain't gonna drink no more!

- I don't believe it!

(metallic clanking)

Let's take this home!

- Great.

Now that you've got a souvenir let's get out of here!

Come on! - All right, all right,

let's go. (metallic clanking)

Hey wait a minute, hey!

Look at this thing! (eerie chittering)

(beeping) (machinery clacking)

- Someone's approaching the object, doctor!

What should I do?

- There's one person?

- No, looks like two.

- And the project?

- Still in dormant mode. - Good.

(crickets chirping) (flames crackling)

- It's hardly been touched by the crash!

- Jason, I'm afraid!

- (sighs) It's really heavy, too.

Maybe there's something inside, alive (chuckling)!

- Jason, please!

(eerie chittering)

- Look at this, there's a small opening!

(beeping) - Wait a minute!

(machinery chattering) That's not right!

- What's wrong? - The project!

It's waking up!

- That's bad news!

- Status? - Still dormant,

but approaching an active level rapidly.

- Well stop it!

- I can't!

- Well you damn well better! (dramatic music)

(gasping)

(screaming) (tentacles whooshing)

(eerie dramatic music) (girl screaming)

(thudding)

(screaming) (gravel scraping)

(tense music) (keyboard clacking)

(beeping)

- Well,

that's it.

It's all over.

- What do you meant it's all over?

- General they were designed to kill.

That's what you paid all your money for.

- Designed to kill yes, but not innocent people!

You'll have to destroy it!

- No hold it, it's going back into the dormant stage!

- Now let's wait, it's not going to attack anyone again

in its dormant stage.

If the worse comes to the worse,

(keyboard clacking) we can destroy it.

(dripping) (relaxing music)

(water splashing)

- Could be worse.

(paper rustling)

(liquid sloshing)

Oh, ooh...

(sighing) Must be good stuff.

(siren wailing)

(leathery clattering)

(horn honking) (vehicle rumbling)

(typewriters clacking) (chattering)

(metallic clanking)

(sighing)

- Where's McLemore?

(lips smacking)

(typewriters clacking) (chattering)

How's that report coming along McLemore?

That's very good.

Put it on my desk.

(paper rustling)

(typewriters clacking) (police radio chattering)

(telephone ringing)

(police radio chattering)

(telephone ringing)

(keyboards clacking)

- Can I get you something, a cup of coffee maybe?

I'm sorry didn't mean to

disturb you-- - Wait, wait I'm sorry,

I'm sorry (mumbles).

(sighs) Just the long hours I guess.

- That's all right. - You new?

- I just started last week.

- Come on, sit down. (bell ringing)

Sit down. - Thanks.

(wooden creaking)

- Ooh, ooh, (sighs).

Rookie? - No, actually I put in

two years in Atlanta before this.

- Well, welcome aboard Miss...

- Sandbourn, Carla Sandbourn, I'm sorry.

- [McLemore] That's all right, my name is uh--

- Ian McLemore.

I know all about you Detective McLemore.

- Well then, you must work for the alimony division huh?

- Oh let's just say that I've uh,

(sighing)

always been interested in legends,

especially when they're still alive.

- Okay. - Now how about

that cup of coffee? - You buying?

- Yeah, yeah sure.

Come on (chuckling).

You're a strange one.

Everybody's talking about you.

- Oh yeah (sighs)? - Uh-hmm.

- What do they say? - Oh, just that

you're tough, and gutsy, and very very good.

- Oh, wow (sighs).

- And the dispatcher even says you've been in

a dozen gun battles and you haven't even been wounded.

- Now how would you like to (siren wailing)

uh, find out if all those

great things are really true?

- What do you mean?

- How about dinner tomorrow night, my place?

And you can forget all that other stuff,

but I am a great chef.

- Oh really?

What's your specialty?

- No my real specialty is uh, just steak, cooked,

just right. - Ian.

All right, hi. - Hi.

Ian there's this, old broad on the phone

wants to talk to you.

Says she's getting psychic waves or something?

- Uh-hmm, why don't you tell her I'm not in tonight huh?

- Uh, I did.

- Uh, - She knows you're here.

- Maybe you should talk to her?

- Now look, Jerry I'm not up

to handling any nut cases tonight okay?

- I'll get rid of her. - (sighs) Good.

- Where you going Merris?

- I got a call to make. - Forget it.

We got a double homicide off Innsmouth Road.

I want you both out there, have a look,

before the lab boys move in and pick the place clean.

(fingers thumping)

- (mumbles) tomorrow. - Yeah.

- I'll meet you out there McLemore.

- Right (sighs).

- Officer Sandbourn.

- Yeah?

- I wouldn't plan on becoming too close of a friend,

of Detective McLemore if I were you.

- Why is that? - Most of his close friends,

end up getting themselves killed.

- Well I'll, just have to be careful then.

- That would be a hell of a good idea.

(crickets chirping) (camera shutter clicking)

(mysterious music)

- Murphy what's going on here?

(stammers) Get your men moving and

keep out of the way of the lab guys.

(camera shutter snapping) (mechanism buzzing)

(crickets chirping)

(camera shutter snapping) (mechanism buzzing)

(debris rustling) (crickets chirping)

(camera shutter snapping) (mechanism buzzing)

(plastic rustling)

(hissing) (Geiger counter clicking)

(crickets chirping) (mysterious brooding music)

(metallic thudding)

(camera shutter snapping) (mechanism buzzing)

- Hey doc!

- Ian, well, the party's complete.

- Busy night huh?

- Batman, and Robin!

- God, there's Pike.

(Geiger counter clicking) - Uh hiya, Robin.

(hissing) What the hell are

you two doing here?

- Captain sent us out to keep an eye on you!

- Yeah he didn't want you nibbling on the victims.

- Uh, yes. - An old drunk,

reported a crash here a few hours ago.

(hissing)

I'll give you a tour. (Geiger counter clicking)

- What have you got, Nate?

- This is the weirdest shit

I have ever seen! (camera shutter snapping)

As light as a feather, but we can't put

a scratch in this with any of our tools!

I may have to bring in the big guys.

- Well it was probably one of their aircraft

that crashed, huh?

- You kidding?

If this was one of them Air Force spook jets

this place would be crawling with Feds right now,

and we'd all be getting some snooze, at home!

- So where are the victims?

- The big pieces, are over in the body bags.

- How many victims were there?

- Two teenagers.

(sighs) We think. (camera shutter clicking)

- Were they in whatever it was that crashed here?

- Yeah McLemore, they were driving it!

- Boy I'll bet his dad will be pissed

when he finds out he wrecked it, huh?

- You're the detective, you figure it out.

(crickets chirping)

- Oh, good evening Captain Robertson.

- What is that? (metallic clacking)

- I wish I knew.

(crickets chirping)

(metallic clattering) - McLemore?

(crickets chirping)

(clattering) (shutter clicking)

Anybody got any idea what went down here?

- That's the $50,000 question.

- Pike's been giving us the, meat wagon tour.

It's your turn now captain.

- Funny man huh?

- Very funny.

This is some, double-homicide.

McLemore, I'd like to see you,

and Merris, in my office by noon tomorrow.

(crickets chirping)

- You want to see something really weird?

Come here.

- Whoa...

- Just uh, what is this?

- That's what we've been trying to find out.

- Seems to be the only thing in one piece around here.

- What is it exactly that, you're doing with the rock?

- This rock as you call it is organic.

By that I mean to imply that it's made up of living matter.

- Are you saying that it's alive?

- In the strictest sense of the word, yes.

- Simple, the rock did it.

Case closed. - Throw this rock in jail!

(chuckling) - It's connection with this,

with this case is uncertain, however it's unusual enough to,

warrant a thorough investigation.

- Well good (sighs), let us know how it comes out.

- [Merris] We're splitting.

(mumbling)

(patting)

(sighing) (grunting)

(tense music)

Hey, come here!

(mumbling) Come here!

- What do you see?

(mysterious music)

(metallic clanking) What is that?

(eerie music)

- [McLemore] (grunting) I don't know, I guess it's a rock.

(sighs)

- I got a bad, bad feeling about this one partner.

- Hey hey here's another one!

(metallic clattering)

(eerie music) (grunting)

- [Merris] Ian we oughta butt out man.

- Let's take 'em home,

do a little investigating on our own, huh?

- Here you go with that lone wolf

bullshit again McLemore!

- Shh!

Let's get out of here (mumbles)

before somebody spots us, come on!

(clattering) (tense music)

- You uh, ready to go?

- I sure as hell am.

Take that thing back to the police lab,

I can't do anything more with it here.

- Don't worry doc!

(machinery clacking) - Someone is moving

the project sir!

- Dammit! (thumping)

It's already killed two people!

- It's back in the dormant mode.

But beyond that I don't know what to do.

- Well I do, get Forsythe in here while there's still time!

- All right get Forsythe.

- [Technician] Yes sir.

- (sighs) I hope you know what you're doing.

- All you have to know Michaelson is that

I give the orders around here, and your project is wiped!

(weak beeping) (machinery clacking)

- New developments?

- The best yet.

I want you to destroy that thing!

- Are you serious?

- I'm giving you your orders, Forsythe.

- Perhaps it's best.

- Shut up Michaelson.

All right you want to destroy it?

Be it on your own head.

But it'll cost the program millions of dollars!

- Save it for the inquest,

just you push the buttons.

- Okay I'll do it,

just leave me alone here, okay?

- Okay.

Just make sure you push the right ones.

The right ones! (tense music)

(sighing) - Like hell I will.

(mysterious music)

(keyboard clacking) (weak beeping)

(loud beeping) (keyboard clacking)

(tense music) (eerie music)

(tapping) (scraping)

- I've been unable to make any abrasions

on the outer surface with surgical knives.

The matter is extremely durable.

There seems to be no seam or,

visible means of entry into the object,

suggesting that it may be a solid mass.

The damn thing, it has me completely baffled at the moment.

I'm gonna try something.

I'm going to apply hydrochloric acid

to the surface of the object.

(eerie tense music) (sputtering)

(clattering)

(crackling) (sputtering)

(eerie dramatic music)

(snarling)

(tentacles whooshing) (suspenseful music)

(creature groaning)

(glass breaking)

(creature groaning) (eerie dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

(birds chirping)

(telephone ringing)

- Hmm...

(telephone ringing)

(sighs) Yeah? - Ian?

(clunking) - Ow.

- Ian, where the hell are you?

- Here!

(sighs) It's 1:30 in the afternoon,

what to hell's going on?

- Look your late, and Robertson's throwing a fit!

- So what, I'm on official probation.

I want to sleep.

- (sighs) Listen up Ian.

Roger's is dead.

He was literally torn apart, (telephone ringing)

right under our very noses. (police radio chattering)

- Wait a minute, that lab guy?

- And guess what else?

- Shock me. - The big brown thing is gone.

Look you better get down here

right away, Ian. (sighing)

- All right, all right, I'll be right there.

(telephone clattering)

Oh...

(traffic rumbling)

(footsteps tapping)

- Yamotta on the Night Desk swears,

no one entered the building during his shift.

- Anything else? - Rogers, apparently was

recording his findings.

When we played the tape back,

all we got was unintelligible garbage.

(footsteps clacking) - Here's the report

on the metal found at the murder site.

Our tests indicate that it's an unregistered alloy.

- What's an unregistered alloy?

- Well, it's not made up of any substance

that coincides with our testing apparatus,

so we're sending a little piece of it

down to UCLA Research Center,

because their equipment is a little more sophisticated

than what we have to work with here.

- Thank you Janus.

The eye witness is about to be released,

and I'd like for you two to have a talk with him.

- I think we ought to go back and have a look

at that accident site. - I don't care what you do,

as long as I get results.

- All right.

(mumbling)

(telephone ringing) (police radio chattering)

- Cigarette? (thumping)

(police radio chattering)

(distant telephone ringing)

You happy?

Okay Levinson, give it to us again.

- Uh yeah, sure boys, I-I-I'll tell 'ya.

My nerves is kind of shot.

I mean you'd be, jumpy too if you'd,

seen what I seen. - Spaceship.

- No no, no I-I never said it was no spaceship.

No sir uh, it was a, a U-foe.

- A what? - A U-foe.

- What is that, some kind of a new foreign car?

- Ian, a U-F-O?

- Oh like U-F,

U-F-O? - Heh heh, done told you that.

- Well tell me again and try

to remember exactly what it looked like!

- Come on buddy, think!

- I'm thinking sonny, I-I-I'm thinking!

(mumbling)

- Drink? (thumping)

- Yeah (sighs)...

- Are you thinking?

Good!

Now come on, tell us what'd it looked like,

an airplane, a rocket?

A Mercedes-Benz?

- No it was a Cadillac!

A giant, Cadillac hubcap, uh, on fire!

Bright light, I swear it!

- Hmm-mm...

(liquid gurgling) (telephone ringing)

- Hey there...

This is my own hooch!

- Yeah, I know. - Come on Jerry,

get him out of here, please?

- Come on buddy, let's go.

If anything real comes to mind you let us know, huh?

(police radio chattering)

(telephone ringing) (door thumping)

(police radio chattering) (sighing)

(traffic rumbling)

- Hey!

Buddy!

Come on!

No no no no, no no no!

Find a nice, soft park bench

to lay on before somebody runs you over.

Come on, there 'ya go, there you go.

(mumbling) (palms slapping)

(bottle clattering)

(footsteps tapping) (traffic rumbling)

(footsteps clattering)

(beastly grunting) (eerie tense music)

(clattering)

(eerie dramatic music) (creature snarling)

(eerie tense music)

(eerie breathing)

(eerie dramatic music) (tentacles whooshing)

(creature growling)

(Levinson grunting) (creature snarling)

(mumbling) (creature growling)

(tentacles whooshing) (creature growling)

- Christ that smarts! (creature growling)

Oh shit!

(creature snarling) (wet snapping)

(tense music)

- Lookee here.

(birds chirping)

- [McLemore] Hello guys.

(metallic thudding) Oh...

(birds chirping)

- This area is restricted.

- By who? - By the

United States government.

- Special police business.

- Those badges don't mean anything here.

- Jerry do you smell something?

(sniffing)

- Ah, smells like the old, government cover up.

- I'm fully authorized to shoot

anything or anybody who appears to be a

spy for a foreign government.

(chuckling) And right about now

you boys are beginning to look a little red.

I'm gonna count to three.

If you're still here at the end of my count,

the United States government is going to be

forced to take full possession of your bodies.

- Come on!

(gun clicking)

- One.

- Oh shit, this zombie means it!

Come on let's get out of here.

- Two.

- McLemore come on, don't fuck around,

let's go! - Three.

- Ian, want to take a ride?

Ian come on! (metallic thudding)

Look at, look at this shit man,

- All right! - let's get out of here!

(metallic thudding)

(engine revving)

- (mumbles) Randolph? (static hissing)

(machinery chattering) - What's your report Hawkins?

(static hissing) - Just had a couple of cops

over here, I think they were checking out

that crash last night.

- Well lock up the area, keep security in place!

(static hissing) - I did,

but they might be persistent.

- Well take it up with the local authorities!

Sit on them, stand on them, whatever it takes!

(static hissing) - Yeah,

whatever it takes. (static hissing)

(vehicle rumbling)

- I would feel a hell of a lot better if I had my gun.

- Oh man don't be such a wimp!

- Come on man, just don't feel comfortable being unarmed!

- You know know what they say about guys that uh,

can't go anyplace without a gun, don't you?

(chuckling)

- You know all that bullshit about it being

an extension of your, thing?

- That's right. (chuckling)

- I'll tell you what partner,

just between me and you,

I enjoy all the extensions I can get!

(gravel crunching) (foreboding music)

(birds chirping)

(metallic thudding) (eerie mysterious music)

Trusting owner?

- Or dead owner.

Here. (paper rustling)

It belongs to a James Ridley, 1822 North Federal.

- Guess we'll uh, pay him a home visit.

See if Mr. Ridley or any of his relatives

have been through a meat grinder recently, huh?

- Yeah let's do it. (paper rustling)

(traffic rumbling) (car horn honking)

- [Jerry] I'm starved, let's get something to eat.

- By the way Jerry, I've got a dinner engagement

with a young lady tonight so you're on your own.

- Oh yeah?

New talent?

- Well actually it's the lady cop you saw me with

in the coffee shop this morning.

- You sure you can uh, handle that all alone, partner?

- A lot of good you'd be to me,

uh, unarmed, and all of that?

(chuckling)

(traffic rumbling)

(metallic thudding) (footsteps tapping)

(metallic creaking) (metallic rattling)

(footsteps tapping)

(knocking)

(door clattering)

- Yes?

- (lips smacking) Is there a James Ridley here?

- My husband is dead.

He died two months ago in his truck.

- Sorry ma'am. - Sorry about that.

- Huh, well don't be.

He's having it a hell of a lot easier where he is

than I am here. (baby sighing)

Are you police?

(sighs) Oh god, something's happened to Jason!

- Ma'am, was your son driving a 1976

Buick station wagon registered to your husband?

- Yes.

(baby fussing) Was there an accident?

- Well we're not quite sure,

we found his car in the woods outside of town,

it had a flat tire and it was up on the jack.

- All right, well when you see Jason,

all right you tell him,

to fix the damn car and to get his butt home!

(door thudding)

- Look, why don't we just have (footsteps tapping)

her come down and identify the body?

- What body?

Okay, ever since we ran into that MP road block

I'm telling you, we're on to something big Jerry,

I mean big! - Who'd want to kill

a couple of teenagers like that?

- Nobody killed those kids.

I mean, nobody that we can arrest anyway.

- Ian, what are you, what are you,

what are you saying to me?

- Well look at the facts.

Remember the other night, that uh,

that weird thing crashed out there?

- Yeah. - Okay you got two kids

torn apart, some bum says he sees a flying saucer,

Rogers gets killed by some powerful son of a bitch

right here in our own station,

I mean it's not exactly your standard uh,

assault with a deadly weapons charge now is it?

- Look, why don't we just turn in our findings

and get the hell home?

I mean Robertson is dying to bust our asses as it is!

Hey, come on, let's give the guy a break huh?

- Since when did we ever let Robertson get in our way, huh?

- Since never Ian, and that's our problem!

We never follow the code,

your reports are never on time!

Come on we break the rules all the time

and we're constantly mouthing off to the guy!

- We're also two of the best guys

he's got on the force too!

- And-and we can be two of the best cops

he had on the force!

- Ah...

(keyboard clacking)

(printer chattering)

Hey Susan. (computer beeping)

(keyboard clacking) I got something for you

to play with here. (computer beeping)

- Sorry, I got your phone number last week.

- Now come on I'm serious,

how about running that through your computer

and see if it matches up with those prints of those

(keyboard clacking) two kids who were killed

last night on Innsmouth Road would you?

- Here, fill this out.

- (sighs) What's this? - Access forms.

- Access form, for what, that?

- (sighs) You two work fast! (computer beeping)

- But, that's the reputation. (printer chattering)

(telephone ringing)

- Yes?

Yes sir.

(telephone clunking) Your presence is requested

in Captain Robertson's office.

Pronto. (computer beeping)

(keyboard clacking) - Oh boy.

- Great.

So much for our quick getaway, huh?

- Well let's go,

brighten up his day. (computer beeping)

(keyboard clacking) (computer beeping)

- Fine, I heard you the first time.

(telephone clunking) (distant telephone ringing)

(door clattering)

(police radio chattering)

(machinery clunking) (distant telephone ringing)

(police radio chattering)

(distant telephone ringing) (door thumping)

- Well good news Captain,

we got a couple of leads for 'ya.

- Keep 'em to yourself.

It's been ruled an accident.

- An accident? - By whom?

- You're off the case.

- Off the case? - Your hearing is improving.

- You're not gonna let 'em railroad us

out of this case, are you?

- He's got a point Captain,

I mean Rogers was one of us!

- I'm not particularly happy about

what happened to Rogers but what's done is done.

- What the hell ya gonna do about?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

- There goes your hearing problem again.

Don't force me to make your temporary suspension,

real permanent.

- Ian, come on. - No, wait a minute Jerry!

You can't take us off this case, it's too big!

- McLemore, I do it by the book.

That's why I'm Captain, and you are, suspended.

Now get out of my office. - (mumbles), let's go.

Come on, let's go.

(machinery clattering) (keyboard clacking)

- Has any of this gone through yet?

- No, uh, no no, I was just getting started.

- Don't.

- Yes sir.

(door chattering) (footsteps tapping)

(weak beeping) - Forsythe!

You son of a bitch!

- Take it easy General.

- Easy my ass, I just got a call,

those things are still alive and they've killed more people!

- Look I don't know what went wrong!

I entered the destruct code,

it must have malfunctioned or something!

- Oh there's a malfunction all right,

but I don't think it's in the computer!

- Now look if the code isn't working,

maybe we can locate it, hold it til we can pick it up!

- How do we find it?

- It's back on the monitor, and we've almost got it now.

(keyboard clacking)

- There it is!

Looks like a warehouse or something.

- Yeah.

Here let me see, it's in an industrial area.

- Give it an order to self destruct!

- I will but there's no guarantee it's gonna work.

Sir.

(leathery slapping) (energetic rock music)

(fire whooshing)

(bottle clattering)

(telephone ringing)

(McLemore humming)

- Hello? - Finally, I'm able

to talk to you Mr. McLemore!

- Who is this? (mysterious music)

- This is Elaine Wentworth.

I know what's been happening.

- Happening?

What's happening?

- Last night, something came from the stars.

Something more terrible than death itself.

And it's right here, now!

- What makes you say that? - I have certain powers

from the super-conscious mind.

What I'm trying to tell is that I am aware

of the forces that conflict

in the cosmic norm. (thumping)

- Oh I get it, you're the lady that's been

calling the station, right?

- Yes!

And nobody will listen to me!

(thumping)

I'm terribly sorry about your coworker.

(thumping) - How do you know

about Rogers, that information hasn't been released yet?

- I think you should believe me,

you should believe that I can help you!

Now people are going to die if you don't let me help you!

- Well you can help me,

(thumping) by staying out of my hair,

Miss uh... (thumping)

- One more thing Mr. McLemore.

- Sure, go ahead. - Your steaks are burning.

- Wa... (tense music)

(sizzling) (telephone clattering)

(anxious music)

Ah! (sizzling)

(clanking)

(grunting)

Aww...

- [Man] 20.

(sighing) 21.

(coughing)

(alarm wailing)

(pottery shattering)

(sighing)

- (chuckles) Quite a dinner. - Uh-hmm.

- To us. - To us.

- Just don’t forget my burger.

- How could I?

It's not every day that a girl gets invited

for a gourmet meal.

(crickets chirping) - Listen these are the finest

burgers in the world,

I had 'em flown in! - Hmm..

- [McLemore] For you, the best!

(chuckling)

- You're so romantic.

- Um, would you like to hear a little,

after dinner music?

- I think that would be very appropriate.

- Okay.

(energetic music)

(sighing)

(rustling)

(sighing)

(leathery rustling)

(paper rustling)

(utensil ringing) (clanking)

(clacking)

(bagpipe droning)

(laughing)

- What do the neighbors say?

- (laughs) They're all Scots around here, it doesn't matter!

- (chuckles) Is that supposed to make me want to dance?

- (gasps) Nope, they're supposed to make

you want to take your clothes off.

(bagpipe music droning)

- How is that?

How is that?

- That's the only thing that'll make me stop playing.

- Hmm. (bagpipe music droning)

(sighing)

(crickets chirping)

(Carla sighing)

Now what do you do when you stop playing the bagpipes?

- I don't know, it never worked before.

- Did now.

(chuckling)

(lips smacking)

Ian. - Oh, yeah?

- Can I ask you a, a kind of personal question?

- Sure, yeah, what is it?

- How close are you to solving those murders?

- I thought you were gonna ask me

if this was my first time.

(chuckling) - Come on,

you can level with me, I mean we work for the same boss!

- Boss?

My boss is the street, who's yours?

- (sighs) Boy, you're a hard guy aren't you.

- (sighs) You ought to know.

- What's that? - What?

- That.

- Well that's something that uh,

Jerry and I found at the crash site last night.

- (grunts) You know what it looks like?

- What? - A roach egg.

A big, ugly looking roach egg.

(distant car horn honking) (crickets chirping)

- You know something, right.

It looks like a giant roach egg!

Come on let's go!

- Where are we going?

- [McLemore] Come on we're going out, I got an idea!

- God, talk about hit and run.

(engine revving)

Don't you think you should at least explain

why we (mumbles) in the middle of the night?

- I got a friend who works

as a researcher in a bug control lab.

I'm gonna take this by him,

let him take a look at it, see what he thinks.

- (sighs) Well there's one thing for sure McLemore.

You sure know how to show a girl a good time.

(tires screeching) (engine revving)

(metallic clattering)

(metallic thudding)

(metallic thudding)

(machinery whirring)

(scuffling) (rattling)

(thumping)

(machinery whirring)

(clicking) (gas hissing)

(footsteps tapping)

- Hey Professor!

- Come in!

I'll be with you,

momentarily. (clicking)

Ah, (machinery whirring)

Detective McElroy.

- McLemore.

- Yes, of course.

How are you?

- I'm fine Professor, I'd like for you to meet

Officer Carla Sandbourn.

- Hello. - Very pleased to meet you.

Well doctor, uh Detective MacElroy,

what uh, brings you back here again,

another unhappy spouse using Black Widow spiders?

- No Professor I'm afraid not.

I want you to take a look at this thing.

- [Professor] Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, what have we here?

- I don't know, what do you think?

- A giant roach egg?

- It would have to be an extraordinarily

large member of the Blattelae order.

Extraordinarily large.

- Okay how large, I mean, this high, what?

- It's impossible.

- Okay, well let me hit you with something

a little further out.

I don't think this thing is from this planet.

- Extra-terrestrial?

- No, from outer space!

I know it sounds crazy, but there's a lot

of weird things have been happening around here,

and I think that thing is the cause of it.

- Why don't you just uh,

bust it open and see what's inside?

- You think that's wise?

- I don't see that you have any other alternative doc.

(metal creaking)

(clanking)

- Hit it harder!

(clunking) - Wait a minute,

I've got drill in the back, that should do it.

- Okay (sighs).

- Is this actually what you do in your spare time,

or is this a, a special occasion?

- I don't have any spare time.

- Oh a 24-hour a day company man?

- You could say that.

- So this actually means that you were on duty earlier

when you were in bed with me?

- Well I would call that working under cover

for the, Vice Squad.

(chuckling)

- This should do the trick.

- Go ahead. (high pitched whirring)

(clunking)

(gas hissing) (eerie heart beating)

(tense music) (sputtering)

Well doc, looks like it's letting off

(crackling) a little hot air.

- I don't know if this was such a good idea.

(cracking) (creature chittering)

- Jesus Christ what the hell is that?

(thumping) - Oh!

(dramatic music) - (mumbles) off, get him off!

(chittering) (Carla shouting)

- Help, get it off him!

(creature chittering) Oh, god!

- Oh shit! - Oh!

(screaming) Oh, Ian, help!

(mumbling) (whimpering)

Look out, oh!

(banging) - The terrarium!

(creature chittering) (clattering)

(mumbling) (creature chittering)

Throw the switch! (gas hissing)

(creature chittering) (dramatic music)

- What was it? - I don't know?

- Is it dead? - I don't know,

call an ambulance!

- I can't, I can't move!

- Will you snap out of it and call an ambulance,

this guy's gonna die, now do it!

(sighing)

(telephone clattering)

- Operator, give me County General!

Yes it's an emergency!

(gasping)

(sighing)

(metallic rattling)

(whistling) (utensils clattering)

(eerie chittering) (eerie music)

(rattling)

(scraping)

(thumping)

(scraping) (metallic clanking)

(bell ringing)

(metallic creaking)

(dish clattering)

(utensils clattering)

(eerie music)

- Hold it boys!

How's he doing? - I wouldn't push him.

- Doc, can you hear me?

Listen, what kind of gas did you use in the terrarium?

- It's a special combination,

of some very lethal gasses.

- Do you have any more of it?

- Jars...

(sighing)

- Take good care of him. - Right.

- How many of those pods did you find?

- Jesus Christ, Jerry took one of those pods home with him!

(telephone clattering) (machinery whirring)

(telephone ringing)

Come on, come on!

(telephone ringing)

(splattering) (foreboding music)

(groaning)

He's not answering, let's go!

(telephone clattering)

(creature slobbering) (creature munching)

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

Fasten your seatbelt!

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)

- You're mad, you're going to kill us!

- Look you wanted to be a cop,

you gotta learn to drive fast,

take some chances with your life, you know?

- You're insane! (tires screeching)

(engine revving) (tires screeching)

Oh! (horn honking)

Uh, oh, don't! - Oops!

(horn honking)

(metallic scraping) - Oh!

(tires screeching) (horn honking)

Are you trying to kill me?

(engine revving)

- That was Ian McLemore.

(tires screeching)

(energetic tense music)

(metallic thudding)

(suspenseful music) (footsteps pounding)

- Jerry you here?

(dramatic music) (gasping)

(crickets chirping)

(panting loudly)

You okay?

- No...

- Stay here.

I'm gonna kick some monster ass!

- Oh (gasps)...

(eerie tense music)

(creature chittering)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(creature chittering)

Ian?

(eerie music) (creature chittering)

Oh my god!

Ian!

What are you doing?

(creature croaking)

Ian!

(creature croaking)

(thudding) (dramatic music)

(creature chittering)

(thudding) (creature chittering)

Ian!

(creature chittering)

Oh! - Ah!

- No! (eerie dramatic music)

(McLemore grunting) (creature chittering)

Oh!

(McLemore grunting) Oh!

(creature chittering)

Oh! (creature scuffling)

(creature chittering)

Oh! - Oh!

(grunting)

- [Carla] (sighs) What are you gonna do?

- I'm going monster hunting.

(crickets chirping) (footsteps tapping)

(mysterious tense music) (crickets chirping)

(footsteps tapping)

(squishing)

(rustling)

(plastic clattering) (cat meowing)

(tense music) (crickets chirping)

(plastic clattering)

(footsteps thumping)

(foreboding music) (crickets chirping)

(sighing)

(creature chittering) (dramatic music)

(thumping) - Ah shit!

Ah!

(thudding) (creature chittering)

(eerie energetic music)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(creature chittering) (clattering)

(pounding)

(thudding) (grunting)

(dramatic music)

Where is it?

- It's in the kitchen!

- Let me borrow the bat! - Here!

(suspenseful music)

- Take it easy, I'll be right back.

(creature chittering) (eerie music)

(eerie dramatic music) (thudding)

(scratchy scuffling) (suspenseful music)

- What is that thing?

- Look lady if I were you I'd get the hell out of here!

(creature chittering)

(amusing music)

(clattering)

(creature chittering) (screaming)

- Oh, help! (creature chittering)

- Punch it up!

(thumping) - Ooh!

(sobbing) (mumbling)

- It's all right, come here!

Easy, easy, it's okay!

(mumbles) bitch is gone!

(creature chittering)

(tense music) (creature chittering)

(eerie brooding music)

(eerie music) (crickets chirping)

(telephone ringing)

(eerie suspenseful music)

- (sighs) Yes?

It's for you.

It's a woman.

- Who in the hell is this?

- I'm sorry about your friend, I really am!

I tried to warn him but he wouldn't listen to me!

Now listen, I'll help you find that thing

that killed your friend if you let me.

- Talk to me! - Seek out and destroy

the parent creature.

It's bigger than the one you encountered tonight.

- And you know where it is?

- It's in an alley,

Arkham Alley, Markum Lane, I see warehouses...

Look for it in a very dark place.

- How do I kill it?

- Killing is your business sir, not mine.

- Yeah right.

Anything else? - Be careful.

- No shit!

(tense music) (crickets chirping)

(tires screeching)

(horn honking) (tires screeching)

(thudding) (tires screeching)

(doors clattering)

(metallic thudding)

How's the shoulder?

- My shoulder's fine, it's just that my nerves are shot.

(door clattering)

(wooden thumping)

(sighing)

What, what are you doing?

What about me?

- You want a gun? - No, I'm gonna

wrestle him to the ground and you're gonna shoot him!

Of course I want a gun, I'm a police officer remember?

(sighing)

- Uh...

- Oh just give it to me.

- Better check it.

- Not very confident are you?

- There's some shells in that backgammon case, right there.

(clicking)

- (sighs) Are you gonna do this alone?

- No, I've got you right?

- Don't you think we should ask

for a little backup firepower?

- Well, what do you want me to do, we'll call and say

"Send down a couple of squad cars, we've got a

"monster from outer space cornered?"

- I see what you mean.

- Besides, I've got a score to settle.

- Revenge motive, I keep forgetting.

Tough and gutsy, huh?

(sighing) What are we gonna do,

invade Angola? - Look,

let's just go to Arkham Place.

(gun clicking) And don't ask me why.

(tense music)

(thudding)

- Ian!

- What? (gun clicking)

(crickets chirping)

- Going somewhere McLemore?

- What the hell do you want?

- Ever since I run you off that crash site,

you've been snooping around.

- I don't like getting the brush off!

- I can see that.

You've been doing pretty well by yourself,

there's one thing I want to know.

Where is it?

- It?

- Don't fuck with me McLemore!

I don't know how you do it,

but you've been trailing that thing.

I want to know where it is.

- Look, I want it, you want it,

so why don't we get together and kill it, huh?

- Oh, nice, but I don't think my boss would go for it.

- Ian who is this guy?

- Shut up lady.

(gun clicking) - Excuse me?

(dramatic music)

- Put it down.

Easy now.

- You're making a big mistake buddy.

- Yeah right.

You just turn around and walk that way.

Let's go.

(crickets chirping) (tense music)

Hold it right there.

Open it up.

Easy!

(keys jingling)

Okay.

Come on, come on!

(keys clattering)

Search him!

(paper rustling)

Okay hop in.

Get in!

(traffic rumbling)

- I'm telling you, it's my best suit!

- Shut up, and sayonara! (hollow thudding)

(sighing) Let's go!

- Will this night ever end?

- Hawkins come in! (machinery chattering)

(weak beeping)

Hawkins come in! (persistent beeping)

(static hissing) Come in!

(static hissing) God damn it where the hell

are you Hawkins, we've located the project!

And you've got to get

over there immediately! (static hissing)

Hawkins, come in!

Come in! (static hissing)

(mysterious tense music)

(wheels rattling)

(wooden clacking)

- It came in a little while ago.

McLemore killed it, whatever it is.

(squishing)

(gurgling)

(thumping)

(footsteps tapping)

(police radio chattering)

(laughing)

(distant telephone ringing)

- Did you find McLemore yet?

- No sir.

Still no word yet.

- Send a car over to his house,

and keep trying that radio!

(police radio chattering) - Yes sir.

(crickets chirping)

(melodramatic music)

(alarm tone sounding) (mysterious music)

(thudding) (creature snarling)

(mysterious tense music) (crickets chirping)

(eerie music)

(tense music) - I know you're in there!

Come on, get out of there! (eerie music)

(tense music)

Come on kitty kitty... (suspenseful music)

Get the hell out of there!

(splattering)

Oh, so there you are cat. (cat meowing)

Now where have you been?

Come on over here, come on, okay.

(eerie music) (faint snarling)

(eerie dramatic music) (growling)

(smacking)

(gun firing) (creature roaring)

(tentacles whooshing) (creature growling)

(gurgling)

(mysterious tense music)

(doors clattering)

- This should be the place. - That's what you said,

at the last six warehouses we went to.

(crickets chirping)

What's that?

- It's calling card I think.

- So this is the place huh?

- I guess we just got lucky.

Call Robertson, have him get some backup down here.

- I thought you wanted to do this alone?

- I do, but somebody's gotta come down and

clean up the mess, 'cause I'm gonna make a big one.

(gun clicking) - What about moi?

- I want moi to stay here, keep an eye on things.

And if I come running out of that building

I don't want you to blow me away by mistake!

- Yes sir!

(metal creaking) (mysterious music)

(crickets chirping)

(gun clattering)

(static hissing) This is Officer Sandbourn.

I'm with Detective McLemore, 4600 Hampton Street.

Send a couple of cars right away.

(static hissing) (mysterious music)

(eerie tense music) (footsteps tapping)

(faint growling)

(footsteps tapping)

(splattering) (footsteps tapping)

(splattering)

(wings fluttering)

- Tell me uh, Officer Hanson uh,

can uh, this thing in fact, go any faster?

- Not without endangering civilians sir.

- Well, let's endanger a few.

- Yes sir. (switches clicking)

(siren blaring)

- [Robertson] Real good Hanson.

(eerie mysterious music)

(splattering)

(dramatic music)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(snarling)

(growling)

(eerie dramatic music)

(claws clattering)

(gun firing)

(wooden clattering)

(creature growling)

(McLemore gasping)

(creature growling) (McLemore screaming)

(scuffling)

- Ah!

(creature growling)

(gun firing)

(creature roaring) (gun firing)

(tentacles whooshing) (McLemore grunting)

(creature growling) (eerie dramatic music)

(McLemore grunting)

Fuck!

(creature roaring)

(McLemore grunting) (creature roaring)

(liquid hissing) (creature snarling)

(tentacles whooshing)

(McLemore panting)

- Ian! - Eh!

(scuffling) (sighing)

- Jesus Christ, what happened to you?

- Don't be worrying about me!

I got to get you the hell out of here!

Then I've got some business to take care of, now go on!

(siren wailing)

- Hanson, take the left side!

(metallic thudding)

Lamender, (gun clicking)

(brooding music) Stick around.

(mysterious tense music)

- How the hell are we ever gonna find our way out of here?

- I don't know, it's like a maze.

(eerie music)

Try that way.

(eerie music)

(mysterious music)

(water splattering)

- Ian, what the hell are we running from?

- You remember that little creature we saw at Jerry's house?

- Yeah. - Well imagine that,

50 times bigger, and pissed off!

(eerie music) (suspenseful music)

(eerie dramatic music) (creature growling)

(gun firing) (creature roaring)

(tentacles whooshing)

(splattering)

(creature snarling) (eerie music)

(water splattering) (mysterious music)

- Look over there!

(splattering)

(thudding) (screaming)

(creature roaring) (screaming)

(eerie dramatic music) (gun firing)

Oh!

(gun firing) (creature roaring)

- Get out of here!

Run!

(tentacles whooshing)

(grunting) (thudding)

(creature growling) (gun firing)

Throw that fucking jar!

(creature roaring) - Catch!

(gun firing) - Throw the jar!

(creature roaring)

Throw the jar...

(moist snapping) (creature growling)

(grunting) (clattering)

(creature growling)

(grunting) (eerie dramatic music)

(crackling) (creature roaring)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(metallic clattering)

(creature roaring)

(chainsaw revving) (creature roaring)

(McLemore grunting) (chainsaw revving)

(creature roaring) (chainsaw revving)

(eerie dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(panting)

(creature growling) (eerie dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(creature roaring) (metallic clicking)

(wooden crashing)

(creature roaring)

(rifle firing) (creature roaring)

(pistol firing) (creature roaring)

(eerie dramatic music) (creature roaring)

(pistol firing) (creature roaring)

- [Carla] Oh!

(Carla grunting) (creature growling)

(moist splattering) (creature growling)

(scuffling)

(creature roaring) - Carla, fire at him!

(Carla mumbling) (mumbles), fire at him!

(pistol firing)

Oh, try again!

- There's nothing (mumbles)!

- Hey! (chainsaw buzzing)

(creature groaning) (chainsaw buzzing)

(shouting) (chainsaw revving)

(creature roaring) (chainsaw revving)

- Ah!

(eerie dramatic music) (creature roaring)

(thumping)

(eerie music)

(thudding) (splattering)

(grunting)

(scraping)

(sighing)

(thudding)

- You have the right to remain silent.

(thudding)

(police radio chattering) (siren wailing)

(tranquil music)

- Which way to Robertson?

Are you, you two okay?

- Hey buddy, any injuries back there?

(police radio chattering)

(mysterious dramatic music)