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(dramatic otherworldly music)

(projector clicks)

(upbeat exciting music)

- [Announcer] Men, hold on to your hats.

Ladies, hold on to your husbands.

This is 22-year-old Melissa Meed of Brooklyn, New York.

The president of Premiere Pictures, Walter Shapiro,

says that the only other actress around with this kind

of atomic star quality is Marilyn Monroe herself.

And how does Miss Meed feel about her big break?

- (giggles) Oh, well, I don't know.

- [Announcer] We hear you loud and clear, Miss Meed,

and we're sure you'll be around for a long time.

Dateline Bignada, Arizona.

Attention all would-be Martian hunters.

What you're looking at are home movies

shot by nine-year-old Biff Atkins of Bignada, Arizona.

Several weeks ago, young Biff sold these movies

to this newsreel agency, claiming that the object

you're looking at right now was a flying saucer.

Well it looks like we've all been bamboozled.

Just listen to what our junior Cecil B. DeMille

has finally confessed.

- There was no flying saucer.

It was a prank I was pulling on my friends.

- We've explained to Biff that his prank

made a lot of people very scared

and he said he was just having fun.

He didn't mean to get the whole country in an uproar.

- He's been thoroughly punished, we can assure you all.

- [Narrator] Don't be too hard on him, Mom.

After all if Uncle Sam is willing to let bygones be bygones,

shouldn't we all?

- Biff Atkins is to be commended for his honesty.

Like all true Americans, he was willing to admit a mistake,

when he had to.

(slow instrumental music)

(slow dramatic music)

(rapid knocking)

- [Erica] Mr. Paige!

Mr. Paige, it's Erica Stern from the Daily News.

You sent me some photographs.

(rapid knocking)

- [Mr. Paige] Are you alone?

- Yeah, I, oh my gosh.

- I'm sorry, Miss, Miss Stern, please.

Please, I'm unarmed, please, come in.

I need to--

- Okay, all right, okay. - We need to talk.

You're my only chance, please, come in.

I mean no harm.

- Step, yeah, thanks, just.

- [Mr. Paige] You're safe.

Close the door.

(tense music)

Sit down, please.

(tense music)

- [Erica] Looks like you need a doctor.

- Not until the story comes out.

I know once it's out in the open that nobody will

dare fuck with me then.

- [Erica] Who do you thinks looking for you?

- You name it, they're looking.

But enough with George Paige.

That's just a name that I made up.

(dog tags rattling)

That's who I really am.

- Lieutenant Martin Kirn.

- Explosives expert, United States Marine Corps,

at least until a few weeks ago.

- Lieutenant, sit down for a moment.

I'm just trying to find this.

How's your wife?

- We divorced, sir, or we should be soon.

- Yes, of course, my memories not what it used to be.

The reason I asked you to come and, yes, here it is.

I got a call from the Pentagon.

They've lined you up for a bomb disposal operation.

- Oh.

- This is classified.

And what we say now does not leave

the perimeter of this desk.

It seems there is an island,

about 200 miles off shore, unchartered.

During World War II it was used as an internment camp

for Japanese Americans, after that for gunnery practice,

and then apparently everyone simply forgot it existed.

It was lost in the files until finally,

some pencil pusher unearthed the file,

and they decided to make use of it.

They want to build a refueling station, and the catch is

they're convinced there's still live ammo there

just sitting around.

They need a team to go in, find what's there,

and get rid of it.

- What kind of target range are we talking about, sir?

I don't exactly want to end up with webbed fingers.

- No, that was my first question to them.

There are no nuclear weapons involved and nothing chemical.

I hope this sounds promising to you,

because they've already decided you're the man.

- Actually it does, sir.

I could use a break from the classroom.

- Well, it won't be much of a break.

They've assembled a team from your former students.

The list is there, I think it's that blue page.

Is something wrong, Lieutenant?

- This is quite some list.

Corporal Dermot Reilly, sir, is a raving psychopath.

And Hendricks, I wouldn't trust Hendricks

with a cigarette lighter, let alone an assignment like this.

- Well once these Pentagon boys

have their minds made. - I understand that, sir,

but they don't know my students like I do.

- Let me see if I can make some headway.

(tense rhythmic drumming)

The crew is set.

Lieutenant, they are absolutely committed.

(dramatic music)

- [Kirn Voiceover] Well, that was an attitude

I knew something about.

It's what wrecked my marriage.

She wanted me to quit the military but I wouldn't.

She couldn't take living on bases anymore.

When it came down to it,

I chose the Marine Corps over her.

I was in that deep.

Anyway two days later, the Pentagon flew their guy out.

Fetterman, a spook military intelligence, not CIA,

but a spook through and through

with that typical Spook arrogance,

like there wasn't one thing happening in the world

he didn't know about.

- Captain Fetterman reporting, sir.

- Captain, this is Lieutenant Martin Kirn.

- My assistant, J.G. Watkins.

Colonel, sir, may we proceed with the debriefing?

- Well, Captain, the Lieutenant would like

to take you to lunch first,

his way of welcoming you to California.

(rock music)

♪ The shadow, the shadow of doubt

♪ Still lingers, but the sound is vague

I As each day, as each day goes by

(man yells)

(man laughs)

- I quit, I've had enough.

- Oh, what the fuck was that?

That was not the fucking shot you called.

- The fuck it isn't, leave him the fuck alone.

- [Man] I'm no good at this stuff anyway.

- You can't quit now, freak man.

- He said he quit, so leave him alone, asshole!

- [Man] Since when did you become his mommy?

- Fuckin' prick! (man yells)

(laughing and shouting)

Goddamn it, asshole!

Oh, oh, oh! (men laugh)

- They're rowdy. - Shut the fuck up!

- Who's in charge of these men?

- Excuse me. - Come on!

Come on, baby girl, get out of my way.

- [Woman] Get the fuck out of the way!

- Banta, Banta, put that cue down!

Right now! (laughing)

- Prick! - Reilly!

Reilly, everybody, fall in line!

Hustle!

Hustle, hustle it up.

Sir, I'd like you to meet the people you selected

for your assignment.

Private Dermot Reilly.

Wipe the smile off your face, Reilly.

Corporal Banta.

Banta.

Private Hendricks.

Hendricks, show the captain your finger.

(laughing)

How did you lose that finger, Hendricks?

- Sir, failure to follow your instructions, sir.

(laughing)

- [Kirn] And last but not least, Captain, Private Friedman.

- How do you do?

- Just thought you'd like to meet the people

first hand, Captain.

- Are you a team player, Kirn?

- I believe my record speaks for itself.

- The crew stays as it is.

Watkins!

I'll see you outside. - Yes, sir.

- And I'll see you at 0600.

By the way, she's off limits.

- Say hello to your new CO, boys.

(exciting music)

- Hey, Banta, I'm your relief,

and, oh, what a relief I am.

Lieutenant Tight Ass is calling some sort of meeting.

Hey, Banta, that Watkins, kinda pretty, huh?

- Fuck you, Reilly.

(Hendricks giggles)

- Whoa, Banta, slow down, slow down, we have to talk.

How'd you end up in the Corps, Banta?

- Well, uh, I used to be an ice skater,

and there was this other ice skater, this bitch,

and I couldn't stand her,

so I hired somebody to break her fuckin' leg,

so the judge he gave me two options,

three years in the military or a year behind bars.

- So we're the lucky ones?

- Yes, sir.

- Actually, of all the those people on this assignment,

you're the only one that I halfway trust.

Fetterman agrees.

He's gonna be setting up a base camp,

we'll be splitting up into two teams.

I'll be heading one, you'll be heading the other.

- Thank you, sir.

- No, don't thank us, just don't prove us wrong.

So, Friedman, Hendricks, or Reilly, which one do you want?

- Ah, anybody, so long as it's not Reilly.

- Good, you get Hendricks.

(gun bangs)

Put the fucking rifle down.

Put the goddamn rifle down.

Huh, what's the matter, get in there.

(Hendricks laughs)

- I'm fuckin' bored!

- On second thought--

- No, no, no second thoughts.

Maybe next time you'll think before you speak.

Now, you'll both equipped with metal detectors,

walkie-talkies, C-4, and timers.

We're not gonna take any chances

with sophisticated detonation methods

on this goddamn island.

Whatever we find, we're gonna blow up.

You with me?

- Yes, sir.

- Good, make absolutely certain your area is clear

before you set your charges.

You know my rules, I want you to check everything twice,

right, twice.

Okay, strong suggestion,

let Hendricks be in charge of communication,

handle the explosives yourself.

- I'd like to make a point also, Lieutenant.

This is the first time in 50 years

that anyone has stepped foot on that island.

Now, I assume that much of the internement camp

was destroyed in the testing,

but if you should come across any documents,

or let's just say any remnants of the camp,

you are to bring them directly to me.

Is that understood?

And it would be in your best interest

not to look them over too carefully.

- [Kirn] What do you mean in our best interest?

- Exactly what I said.

- You could say that's when I started to get suspicious.

I couldn't put it all together, but somehow I knew

this wasn't exactly what I'd bargained for.

Figured I'd take Reilly and Friedman,

make a sweep from beach to base camp,

and I'll radio down when everything's covered.

- Sounds like a plan.

(soft dramatic music)

- Jesus, Captain, we must've been pretty concerned

about those Japanese to stick 'em way the hell out here.

- Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right.

- So, man to man,

why is military intelligence still concerned?

- I only know what the big dogs tell me, Kirn.

They want to put a refueling station on the island.

You and I have the dubious honor of doing the recon.

Man to man, I was wrong for insisting on those men,

but I like the way you handle 'em.

I'm glad I can count on you.

As you were.

(slow tense music)

(detector beeps)

(slow tense music)

- Hendricks, where the hell are ya?

I need some help out here.

(coughing)

- [Kirn] Kirn to base ship, over.

Kirn to base ship, over.

- (coughs) We read you, over.

- [Kirn] We completed our sweep.

We're going to proceed on.

Make sure you follow the trail we've left.

Bring tents, the huts are pretty wrecked.

Over, do you copy, over?

- We read ya, over.

I don't want you smokin' that shit out in the field.

Listen, you blew half your hand off.

You wanna blow your head off too?

Ya got me?

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, you're a riot.

(tense rhythmic music)

- Whoa, Friedman, our retirement home.

- Reminds me of Lost Colony at Roanoke.

- Lost what at where?

- Ah, in North Caroline in the 16th, 17th century,

somethin' like that,

these colonists spent the winter,

the next year when the ship came to get 'em,

the entire colony was gone.

The only clue they had

was the word Croatoan carved into a tree.

(detector beeps) (slow tense music)

(exciting instrumental music)

(detector beeps)

(tense music)

- Lieutenant!

I got a bite here!

(tense music)

- Private, you're gonna hit the fuckin' nose!

Come on, go scout cover.

(clanking)

(tense music)

Oh baby.

I hate to break this to ya,

but you went out of style with Ho Chi Minh.

Friedman, let me have some C-4.

(tense music)

- Lieutenant, I got some cover over here.

(tense music)

(booming)

(tense eerie music)

(coughing)

- What have we here?

- [Banta] Base camp to Kirn.

Everybody all right, over?

Hey, everybody all right?

- Yeah.

We're all fine.

- Look, fillings.

I don't think he flossed either.

(tense eerie music)

- Go get Fetterman.

(softly chattering) (rock music)

♪ Must've turned it on when you turned it down

- [Hendricks] What?

(rock music)

♪ I hear ya talkin' but talk is cheap

♪ You promised me gold

♪ I gotta try to pull this around

♪ From you

- Whoa, that looks like blood.

What are you doing?

- [Banta] Find out what we hit.

You know, Kim's rules,

don't put your feet where you ain't made a sweep.

(detector beeps) (rock music)

(growling)

(detector beeps) (rock music)

(animal squealing)

- A rabbit?

They got rabbits way out here?

- What do I look like, a fuckin' zoologist?

(gun clicks)

- Don't!

- What are we gonna do, let it suffer?

(gun bangs)

(birds flapping)

- Whoa.

Somethin' happened to the music.

- Hendricks, don't take off like that.

You're gonna lose your fuckin' legs as well as your finger.

- It's fuckin' gone.

- What?

- My fuckin' radio, it's fuckin' gone.

- People die, Lieutenant.

They die in internment camps, they die in San Diego.

You obviously happened across a graveyard.

- [Kirn] This many people?

- Maybe there was an outbreak of influenza.

- [Kirn] Is there any mention of influenza

in any of the records, Captain?

- The records I've seen, Lieutenant, are spotty at best,

but if you're trying to suggest what I think you are,

you're way out of bounds to even think the US military

would slaughter its citizens during war.

No way.

- I'd be the last person in the world

to suggest something like that.

You told me to report anything I find.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

No one has been here for 50 years, isn't that what you said?

- That's right.

- 1955.

Now, unless my math has gone way downhill,

I'd say that makes for 40 years.

- Your math is excellent, Lieutenant.

It's your attitude that stinks.

Watkins!

(tense music)

- [Kirn Voiceover] I decided from then on

I wasn't going to show him shit.

I got together with my men at lunch and told them to set

their walkie-talkies to a different channel.

If they found anything, I didn't want Fetterman to know.

Guess what?

By sunset, we'd found something new.

(tense eerie music)

- [Banta] This way, guys.

- [Kirn] Did you sweep the area?

- [Reilly] Yeah.

- [Kirn] What about these houses, they all clean?

You check 'em?

- [Banta] All clean.

- I found all these, like, fish and things, like.

(animals growls)

- What the fuck was that?

- All day we've been hearin' it, ain't we, Bantha?

- Yeah.

- Igor, it lives.

- [Banta] I guess this explains the rabbits.

- [Kirn] What rabbits?

- [Bantha] Well, Hendricks and I hit a rabbit

goin' down the road.

Since then we've seen, maybe, 10 of 'em.

- [Hendricks] More like 20.

- Must've been some big rabbits.

- I figure they were bein' used in experiments.

After the war, they were abandoned,

and then they spilled out into the jungle.

All it takes it two,

and pretty soon you've got a whole tribe.

- Lucky for them they weren't lesbians, Banta.

- Yeah?

Why don't ya try me sometime?

- What about that boneyard?

I think they were using people.

I think they were using people as human guinea pigs.

(tense eerie music)

(clattering)

- Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, wake up.

- What?

- Listen.

- It's the wind, Friedman.

(clattering)

(tense music)

Up, everybody up!

Reilly, go with me, Hendricks, you cover our backs!

Friedman, go get the others.

(tense eerie music)

- [Hendricks] What, what are we looking for?

What's going on, where?

Where, where are they?

(tense eerie music)

- What's going on?

- [Kirn] Ssh, turn out the lights.

Come in.

(tense eerie music)

(gun bangs)

(yelling)

- Holy shit! - What the fuck is this?

Where the fuck did this guy come from?

- Ah, man.

- There's not supposed to be

anyone on this island, you know.

Everybody calm.

- I got a gun over here. - Don't, don't, don't!

- Hold it right there, buddy.

Hold it right there. - We're friends.

- Hold it. - We're friends.

We are friends.

What's your name?

- Nobody's gonna make it out of here alive!

- I got this. - What's your name?

We are friends. (man groans)

(yelling)

- Come on, get him. - Get him.

(yelling)

(tense music)

- Nobody's gonna get out of this

alive. - Okay.

- Move, Watkins.

Come on, move out. - Yes, sir.

- Nobody's gonna get out of this alive.

Nobody's gonna - Yeah, all right, all right,

we heard it, we heard it! - Get out of this alive.

- Watkins, rub him down with a bar of soap,

disinfect the fucker, and find him some new clothes.

- Yes, sir.

- Nobody's gonna get out of this.

They've given up on the entire project!

- What project?

- Friedman! - Nobody's gonna get

outta of this. - Yes, sir.

- [Fetterman] Do you have something else you could be doing?

- I'm sure I could find something.

- Well, why don't you go find it.

- Locating something to do, sir.

(man whimpers)

- Terrible party.

- Well, I talked to him for a couple of hours.

I didn't find out a fucking thing.

What I figure is he's a pilot,

downed a plane around here somewhere,

so tell your men to keep an eye out for the fuselage.

Have you come across any of it?

- No. - None of us are gonna

get out of this alive.

- Tell them to look for his shelter too.

He's gotta have a shelter around here somewhere, right?

All right, people, he's fascinating,

but we got a job to do, right?

- How do you think the old man did it, huh?

Livin' in the middle of nowhere, years and years.

Eating what?

Birds, coconuts, rabbits.

And no one around to talk to.

- Yeah, I know how that feels.

- You know how that feels?

What are you kiddin' me?

- I know how it feels to have no good conversation.

- [Reilly] Fuck you, Friedman.

If you're so smart,

what are you doin' here in the first place?

- Her name was Carmelita.

- [Banta] Detonation

- Kirn, yeah, we read you, over.

(dramatic music)

- [Banta] Hendricks, did you sweep the area?

- [Hendricks] Yeah, all clear.

(dramatic music)

- Get it, get a move on.

(dramatic music)

Four, three, two.

(booming)

(groans)

(booming)

Goddamn you, Hendricks!

You didn't fuckin' sweep the area!

Fucking idiot.

We're practically sitting on live ammo.

- [Hendricks] I'm sorry!

- We could've been killed.

- Why don't ya get mad already?

(dramatic eerie music)

- [Banta] Jesus, you blew a hole in the thing, you idiot.

(tense eerie music)

- Cool.

(tense eerie music)

It's concrete.

- Hendricks, I don't know about this.

Hendricks!

Hendricks!

(tense eerie music)

(thudding)

(swooshing)

(Hendricks laughs)

(electronic beeping and zinging)

(Hendricks yells) (growling)

Hendricks, what's going on in there?

(tense eerie music)

(screams)

(dramatic exciting music)

(crying)

- Jesus Christ.

Friedman, first aid.

Banta, Banta, what happened?

What happened, what happened?

- Something, I, I, couldn't, it was green.

- Okay, this is gonna sting.

(screams)

(gasping)

(growling) (tense eerie music)

- You know, you remind me of my grandpa.

After he had his stroke, I used to take care of him,

give him a bath, take him for walks.

- They're sending planes to stop it.

They're gonna wait until he goes back inside,

and then they're gonna cover it with cement.

That's the only way.

- I know, okay?

I know all about it.

All right, I'm gonna go get a razor,

and I'm gonna give you a shave.

I'll be right back.

(slow tense music)

- I tried for over an hour, sir,

but all he does is rant and rave.

Makes absolutely no sense, but as you know,

all he has to do is say one thing that does make sense,

and that's it, it's out to the inquiring minds.

I agree, sir.

Well, he's old.

I can smother him, pass it off as a heart attack.

Yes, sir, will do, out.

(tense music)

- Where was the last place you saw Hendricks?

- Wouldn't it be better off

just leaving him inside there, huh?

- Tag.

You're it.

(tense music)

- Fucking great.

(tense eerie music)

(hissing)

(electrical swooshing)

Mother of Christ.

Lieutenant!

- What? - You gotta see this.

- [Kirn] Did you find him?

- Just get in here!

- Don't leave me alone.

- [Kirn] You're not alone, you've got Friedman.

(tense eerie music)

- [Reilly] I got somethin', Lieutenant.

(tense eerie music)

Got it?

- Yeah.

Give Banta some light.

You all right?

- Yeah.

Geez.

- All right, what's this?

(beeping and swooshing) (tense eerie music)

- [Reilly] Turn the light off, Lieutenant!

(beeping and swooshing)

- [Kirn] Holy shit.

Whatever the fuck it is, it's light sensitive.

(tense eerie music)

What's up ahead there?

- [Reilly] Let's check this out here.

- [Kirn] Hendricks!

- You can stand up here.

Hendricks!

- [Kirn] Be careful.

- Yeah, I'm gonna be.

(tense eerie music)

- Hendricks!

(tense eerie music)

(dramatic exciting music)

- Captain Fetterman.

Captain Fetterman.

The survivor got away.

He got.

Sorry, sir, I was giving him a bath,

and I just left him for a second to get a razor,

and then when I came back

he was gone. - I told you to come get me

before you did that, didn't I?

- Yes, sir.

- You goddamned idiot! (sharp smacking)

(Watkins yells) (sharp smacking)

You fucked it all up!

(tense music)

Base camp to Kirn, come in.

- Uh, this is Friedman.

The Lieutenant's, uh, not available, over.

- Spread the word, the old geezer got away.

He attacked Watkins.

Shoot to Kill.

- Shoot to kill?

- That's an order, Friedman, shoot to Kill!

Put Kirn on.

Friedman, where is Kirn?

- Well, we, uh, found this concrete block,

and Hendricks blew it open and disappeared inside,

and, well, I guess Kirn and everybody else

went in to find him, over.

- Well that's it.

That's it.

We're finished here.

- Captain?

Base camp, come in, over.

(tense eerie music)

- Hendricks' lighter.

(tense eerie music)

Looks like some kind of animal.

(tense eerie music)

- I don't wanna know what it is, Lieutenant.

I just wanna get the fuck outta here.

- Reilly, calm down.

- This place is givin' me the fuckin' creeps.

- We've gotta find Hendricks.

- Right now, Banta, I don't give a fuck about Hendricks.

Get out of my way.

- Reilly.

- Hey, wait a second.

(tense eerie music)

- Hey, listen, hey. - Listen, I say

we got through.

- That's an order. - Corporal, let's turn back.

- [Kirn] You leave it alone, Banta.

- Hendricks.

- [Reilly] Come on, let's turn back.

(tense eerie ambient music)

- [Kirn] Holy shit.

Can you believe this?

(tense eerie ambient music)

That's a typewriter.

(tense eerie ambient music)

- (chuckles) A radio.

- Take it easy, guys.

(tense eerie ambient music)

- A fucking cow.

- It's a dead Jersey steer, whoa, what?

- Oh shit. - Oh look there's a body

in here.

- Banta, Banta, freeze, don't touch it.

(tense eerie ambient music)

Oh my fucking Christ, he's been ripped to shreds.

(tense eerie ambient music)

Goddammit, give me a hand in here.

- Forget it, Lieutenant, he's fucking dead, let's go.

(growling)

- What the fuck was that? - Let's go,

let's go, Lieutenant.

Come here, let's go. (gun bangs)

(hissing)

(gun bangs) (tense music)

(hissing)

(growling)

(gun bangs)

- [Kirn] Banta, come on!

(gun bangs)

(hissing) (tense music)

(coughs) Come on!

(coughing)

I'd gone in there thinking

it was some kind of defense project,

but human beings couldn't have made that thing.

Then I figured with Hendricks being dead

that I finally had a right to the facts.

The only problem was Fetterman wasn't around to give 'em.

- [Banta] The boat, where's the fuckin' boat?

- [Reilly] There's no fucking way off!

- [Friedman] Stating the obvious again.

- You know, I've had just about enough of you.

You little Jew freak.

- I'm gonna give it to ya, goddamn!

- Oh, yeah, well fuck you.

- Shut the fuck up, both of you!

Here's the plan.

We're goin' back to camp, we're all gonna post guard,

and I'm gonna find us a way off this fucking island.

- You saw that thing today, Kirn.

You saw what it did to Hendricks.

You think bullets

are gonna stop that thing? - Private, you shut

the fuck up now!

Get goin', move it.

(birds squawk)

- They wanted the lowest of the low,

and except for you, that's what they got.

They figured that if certain things came to light,

they might need to take measures

to make sure that nothing leaked out.

- You're all considered expendable.

- [Watkins] Yes, sir.

- Does that include you?

- I guess it does now.

Who knows?

Maybe all along.

- What about this thing we found today?

- I only know the basics.

I know that it crash landed in Arizona in 1955.

The military brought it here for study.

Somehow they managed to cover up the landing

and the disaster that went on later.

- [Kirn] Which was?

- The life form inside the UFO went crazy.

It started Killing everyone on the island.

The government couldn't do anything to stop it.

They sent airplanes in.

They covered up the UFO, the thing inside it,

with concrete.

Any survivors--

- [Kirn] Were left to die.

- Yes, sir.

That's what they intend to do with us.

- Maybe, but they didn't have any way to communicate.

Now, you're sure Guardino's not in on this?

- [Watkins] I don't know.

(static crackles)

- Kirn, aren't you still on the Island?

- [Kirn] I'm here, but Fetterman isn't.

He stranded us.

- He what?

- Stranded us.

Sir, I need transportation off the island

as fast as possible, do you copy?

Can you do that for me?

- Yes, of course I can.

But what exactly happened, what's going on?

- If I told you, you'd never believe it.

- All right, hold your position and stay on this line.

We'll have you out of there as quickly as we can.

(tense eerie music)

Yes, Martha, my tickets to the music center this evening.

Are those eight or 8:30?

Are we being joined?

Well, the general said something about, no dice?

Oh well, not to worry.

Okay, thank you, that's it.

(tense music)

- Hey.

Hey, hey.

Ow!

Son of a.

- Just call me Gracey (chuckles).

- Come on, twinkle toes.

- That fuckin' guy, do you believe that?

- Fucking prick.

(clattering)

Go get Kirn.

- You gonna be all right?

- Get outta here.

(dramatic eerie music)

Come here.

Come on, old man.

- It's the old guy.

He's keepin' his distance.

- All these years he's been living here,

he survived that thing.

He survived those bombings.

I'll bet ya he's got a safety zone somewhere,

you know, some kind of shelter.

- Yeah.

- And maybe he's tr yin' to lead us there.

(water splashes) (tense eerie music)

- So, how does it feel to be a beast of fucking burden?

- [Banta] I don't know, you tell me.

- They could've radioed ahead.

Could've taken the jeep up later, but no.

Tight asses always gotta do it the hard way.

- That's Kirn for ya.

(tense eerie music)

- Go find Banta, I'll stay with the old guy.

(tense eerie music)

Wow.

(man chuckles)

Yeah, fancy place you got here.

(clanging)

Great, uh-huh, need those pans.

(softly muttering)

Bunny. (chuckles)

Hey, that's a cute rabbit.

It's your little pet?

- Friend, friend, friend.

- Yeah. (chuckles)

Roommate?

- My friend, my friend.

- [Kirn] Looks just like ya.

(chuckles)

- [Reilly] Banta!

- [Friedman] Banta!

I got too much shit on me, Reilly.

(tense eerie music)

- Hey, bozos, where are you?

(tense eerie music)

Guys!

Wait up.

Fuck.

(tense eerie music)

What the hell?

(tense eerie music)

(groans) (tense eerie music)

(screams)

(Watkins yells)

(yells) (tense music)

- [Kim] What?

Do I have to, come on, come on.

(tense music)

- Banta!

(tense eerie music)

Banta!

- Banta!

(tense music)

(electrical zinging)

(gun bangs) (tense music)

(gasping)

(gun bangs) (groaning)

- Who's there?

(gun bangs)

Who's there?

(guns bang)

(yelling)

(gun bangs)

Who is it?

(gun bangs) (groaning)

Friedman!

(gun bangs) (groaning)

Christ, Friedman.

(gun bangs) (groaning)

Oh God, oh God, somebody help us!

(gun bangs) (shouting)

Reilly, come on, Reilly! (Friedman yells)

We're right behind you, help me.

I don't know what to do.

- Shit. - I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- I'm sorry. (Friedman groans)

I don't know what to do.

- Get him back to the bunker.

(crying)

- [Watkins] I'm sorry, come on.

- Reilly, we gotta find Banta.

- Are you okay? - She's gotta be dead.

I don't hear her screamin' no more.

(tense eerie music)

(groaning) (dramatic eerie music)

(growling) (tense eerie music)

- These must be old stag movies, huh?

That's how you went so long without sex, I bet.

- I think it's pregnant.

- Might be films of that research they were doin'.

- [Friedman] Come on, Reilly, move your fat ass.

- In a second, in a second.

(Reilly chuckles)

(projector clicks)

I can't believe that fuckin' thing still works.

- It's a good thing it's German.

- Friedman, can you fix the fuckin' focus, please?

- I'm tr yin', all right?

(projector clicks)

(screaming)

- You do that again and you are a dead old man.

(projector clicks)

- That's him.

That's the old man.

- [Kirn] Sure as hell looks that way.

(projector clicks)

- It's a chameleon.

(projector clicks)

(tense eerie music)

- [Kirn Voiceover] We sat there for a long time,

nobody saying anything.

I kept thinking about what I'd seen that day.

The way this thing just didn't kill Hendricks.

It eviscerated him,

which was exactly what we had done to its mate.

Couldn't figure out which was worse, it or us.

(slow solemn music)

- [Watkins] What are you doing?

- What does it look like?

I'm gonna find Banta, or at least her body.

Anybody care to join me?

Wish me luck.

(otherworldly mystical music)

(animal squeals) (tense music)

- Semper Fi.

- All right, watch your step.

Once you get in those goddamn webs, you don't get out.

- Don't worry, Lieutenant,

I'm not goin' anywhere near those nasty things.

- They're everywhere.

- Lieutenant, I got it.

(tense music)

(rattling)

- That's an 86 on the phone.

(screaming)

What's that?

- I'm outta here.

- Ah, no, no, no, listen.

I think that's Banta.

(tense instrumental music)

(Banta screams) (slow solemn music)

I'm goin' up the tree for a better look, keep me covered.

(tense music)

Al right.

Got me covered?

- Yeah, yeah.

(tense eerie music)

Can you see anything, Lieutenant?

- Yeah, I can see.

(tense eerie music) (Banta groans)

It's torturing here like,

like she's some kind of fucking toy.

(tense eerie music)

(drill buzzes) (Banta screams)

Reilly, I'm not gonna leave her like this.

- We can't fucking get to her either.

(Banta screams) (tense music)

(gun bangs)

(growling)

Shit.

(tense eerie music)

That fuckin' thing isn't here anymore.

(solemn music)

That's what I'd want.

(gun bangs) (Banta yells)

(solemn music)

Get the fuck out of here.

(dramatic eerie music)

♪ Oh the old gray mare

♪ She ain't what

♪ she used to be - Knock it off, old man.

♪ Ain't what she used to be - Knock it off, old man.

♪ The old gray mare

♪ She ain't what she - I said knock it

the fuck off! - Reilly!

- Reilly, put it down, put it down, put it down!

(Friedman groans)

- I can't fuckin' take this stuff anymore.

This fuckin' waitin' for somethin' to happen

is drivin' me fuckin' crazy.

I'm gonna fucking kill somebody.

- Reilly, you put that gun away.

I swear to Christ, I'll shoot ya myself.

- If they don't get here soon,

you can stick a fork in me, I'll be done.

(groans)

- Yeah, well maybe I'm crazy,

but I'm more concerned about what the hell we're gonna do

when we get home than how we're gonna get there.

- Yeah, knowing what battle you walk into,

you are definitely out there.

- Yeah, well what do you think?

You think we're just gonna go back to our same little lives?

Well I know Fetterman, and I know what he's capable of.

I know what he does to people who know too much,

and that means us.

- I got the answer to that right here.

- [Kirn] A camera?

- We take this and the film

and the papers the old man saved up,

and we got right to the media.

They're not gonna hurt anybody who's in the spotlight.

- Let me see that.

You've been walkin' around all this time

making a documentary, and I don't know anything about this?

- Yeah.

- Friedman, you're a genius.

- Well, I'm so happy we figured out next month, Lieutenant.

But we still got right now to worry about,

and I'm gonna tell you somethin',

they are not comin' for us.

(helicopter whirs)

- What's that?

(helicopter whirs)

- Hey, guys, we got two choppers outside!

- I've had a lovely time, but I'd like to go now.

- Watkins.

(man groans and yells)

- Old man, not again, please, no more!

(groaning)

(helicopter whirs)

(booming)

(yelling)

(tense music)

(yelling)

Take cover!

(dramatic music)

- Fuckin' tr yin' to kill us!

- Watkins, behind you, go!

- No, no, stay put, we're safe here.

- [Reilly] Fuck, I left the hatch open.

- [Kirn] You what?

- [Reilly] I left the hatch open.

- I'll get it.

(booming) - [Reilly] No, Friedman.

- I'll get it. (booming)

Watkins.

- [Watkins] Yeah?

- Take the camera.

- Huh, what? - Take the camera.

- Why? - Go on, take it.

(booming) (groaning)

(tense eerie music)

(growls)

(dramatic music)

(growling) (tense eerie music)

- [Kirn] Friedman!

(dramatic music)

- He's fucked. - Get the hell outta here.

Come on, move it! - Reilly.

- [Kirn] Move it!

(Friedman yells)

(electrical zinging) (yelling)

- [Reilly] Old man, move, come on!

(zinging) (tense music)

- [Kirn] Reilly!

Watkins!

(tense eerie music)

Come on!

(tense dramatic music)

Hurry!

(tense music) (booming)

(tense eerie music)

- Oh shit.

Watkins, take this, take this!

(booming)

Go, go, go!

(eerie dramatic music)

(zinging) (groaning)

- [Watkins] Take my hand!

(groaning)

(yells)

(helicopter whirs)

- Come on!

(booming)

(tense dramatic music)

- [Watkins] Reilly!

(tense dramatic music) (helicopter whirs)

(booming) (tense music)

(guns bang)

(booming) (tense dramatic music)

(booming)

(tense dramatic music) (helicopter whirs)

(booming)

(tense music)

(booming)

(tense dramatic music)

- Come on.

Careful.

(yells)

Hey!

(yells)

Hey, old timer, come on down.

There ya go. (groaning)

- [Watkins] Come on.

- Come on.

(fire crackles)

(tense eerie music)

(purring)

When we first discovered this thing,

I remember Reilly saying it was light sensitive,

so maybe it was actually powered by solar energy,

maybe that's why it landed back in '55

in a place where the sun was shining bright.

It was trying to recharge itself,

and then it made the mistake of thinking

it could trust the people who'd stumbled on it,

the same mistake I made with Fetterman.

Semper Fi.

Guard that with your life.

Look, we've got lots of timber out here on the beach.

Maybe we could build ourselves a raft.

We can haul the engine out of the jeep,

hook up a propeller, what do you think, Reilly?

- With all due respect, Lieutenant,

you're grasping at straws.

- Straws are the only thing we've got.

- Yeah, well, building a raft takes time,

and we got that thing roaming around,

and we'd just be gettin' started before it found us.

Jesus Christ, look at this, hey, hey, hey!

That's C-4.

Don't fuck with that shit.

Blow us all up.

- Wait a second.

The old guy just gave me a great idea.

(tense eerie music)

(crackling)

(screaming)

(tense eerie music)

(growling)

(booming)

(tense eerie music)

(booming)

(tense eerie music)

(booming)

We did it!

Son of a bitch, we did it!

- Let's just hope that fucking holds it.

- It worked for 40 years, didn't it?

Come on, let's get going.

(tense eerie music)

- [Radio Anchor] The president has denied

allegations of an affair.

As for the sudden departure of the First Lady,

a White House spokesman says

she's just taking a much needed vacation.

- [Watson] What?

- A much needed vacation.

That's about what I said when my wife first left me.

You know, it took me months to admit she was even gone.

- You were married?

- [Reilly] She was a very good looking woman, your wife.

- Hubba hubba.

(chuckles)

- I was almost engaged once.

Right out of high school to my high school sweetheart.

We both went into the service together.

Didn't work out.

He ran off with his platoon captain.

- [Radio Anchor] Spokesman at Camp Pendleton

have still not released the names of the five marines

killed yesterday in an explosives accident.

The deaths came during a training session for bomb disposal.

The identity of those marines

and a Pentagon military advisor,

also killed in the accident, will be released pending

notification of relatives. - Those sons of bitches.

Goddamn those dirty sons of bitches.

- My parents are probably close

to committing suicide right now.

- My parents are probably celebrating.

- I'm gonna find those films.

They can dispute photographs,

but they'll never explain away those films,

and I'm gonna find them.

I'll find "em if it takes me all goddamn night.

(tense instrumental music)

- Hey, Lieutenant, you're really startin' to stink,

you know that?

- You caught a whiff of yourself lately, Reilly?

- Oh, you're right, how 'bout we take a break?

Go down to the beach and take a little swim, huh?

- We're gonna be at the beach just as soon as we finish.

I wanna float this thing right down the stream.

- Come on, Lieutenant,

What do ya think, Watkins?

You wanna go down and take a dip in the ocean?

- With you?

- Yeah.

- Dressed in what?

- I don't know, don't ya have a thong on under there?

- Yeah, you wish.

- Come on, Lieutenant, what do ya say?

- Go ahead, be back in 15 minutes.

- Yes, yes.

- Wanna come?

- Nah, I got a lot of work to do.

- Come on.

- You're gettin' to be the only one I can count on.

(motor rumbles)

(exciting dramatic music)

- Watkins!

Come on!

(tense dramatic music)

(guns bang)

(tense dramatic music)

- Watkins, let me see you!

(tense music)

You probably remember Lieutenant Johnson.

As a matter of fact,

you probably know the rest of the team too.

(tense music)

Wolf.

(whistling)

Wolf, come in goddammit.

- Sorry, sir, what is it, sir?

- Two down, three others still at large.

Proceed with your crew.

- Roger, heading out, sir.

(tense music)

- Where are the others?

- They're dead.

- Lying to me, aren't ya?

- No, no, they were all killed in the air raid.

- Where are the bodies?

- [Watkins] I'll show you.

- All right.

(tense dramatic music)

- Where you goin'?

- Okay, just hold on. - I can't get out.

- [Soldier On Left] No, hold on, give me your arm.

- I can't move

my fuckin' hands. - We're gonna get you

outta here, give me your hand.

- It's stuck!

- Come on, give me your hand. - We're all stuck in shit,

you asshole.

- [Soldier] Get me outta here, kiss my ass.

(tense music)

- Go on, move!

- There, in that cave.

It was sealed up in the air raid.

Everyone died inside.

(tense music)

- Johnson, get me some C-4.

- Yes, sir.

- How come you didn't get 'em outta there?

You had the explosives with you.

- No, sir, they had the explosives with them, sir.

- [Soldier On Radio] Captain Fetterman.

Captain Fetterman.

- Go for Fetterman.

- [Soldier On Radio] Uh, we've got a situation here, sir.

Smith is, well, he's stuck, sir, in some kind of web.

- What do you mean he's stuck?

- [Soldier On Radio] Well, I don't know, sir.

It's like it's just all sticky and

I don't know what the hell's goin' on.

- Do you have any idea what he's talking about?

- No, sir.

- Where are ya?

- [Soldier On Radio] Well, sir, I'm not sure.

We crossed a stream.

We're probably about three quarters of a mile

from the pier, and I don't know.

- Well, that's real specific, Nichols.

Hold tight, we'll be there ASAP.

- [Nichols] Yes, sir.

- Johnson.

- Yes, sir.

- I want you to blow a hole in that cave entrance.

- Yes, sir. - Move it!

(booming)

- I don't think I can do this.

- Sure ya can.

Get in there.

(tense dramatic music)

- It appears someone's been in here, sir.

(tense dramatic music)

(crying)

- I knew you were lying to me, Watkins.

Last chance, where are they?

(crying)

- They don't seem to be around here anymore.

(groaning) (tense music)

Get it off!

(groaning) (crackling)

(growling)

(tense eerie music)

(engine rumbles)

(gun bangs)

(yells)

- What?

What's the matter?

What, the cave?

(tense rhythmic music)

- OW, shit, you fucking

cut me, man. - Well, hold still then.

- What the fuck is

this shit? - Where the fuck is Fetterman?

- Kirn, where are you?

(tense rhythmic music)

Kirn!

Where are you?

Where are you?

Kirn!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Fetterman's here.

They're gonna Kill us.

- I know, I know, his men are in the webs.

Shh, shh.

Shh.

- Listen to me, they killed Reilly.

They killed, they wanted me to take them to you,

so I led them to the cave.

(gun bangs)

- Don't move!

- Freeze, hold still.

- Right there, do not move. - Turn around.

- Turn around. - Do not move,

put your hands behind you.

- Get your hands behind you! - Hands behind your back.

Go.

(tense dramatic music)

- Wolf, what was that you were ea yin' before that,

what did you say, something that Smith ran into a web?

- [Wolf] Yeah, I don't know what it was.

It was some kind of sticky web or somethin'.

- Yes, yes, I see it now.

They're all over the place.

- [Wolf] Tell me about it, it's fuckin' everywhere.

- Wolf, I want you to come and get me.

Do you read, over?

- [Wolf] I'll try, sir.

(tense instrumental music)

- God, what the fuck is goin' on here?

What the fuck is goin' on here?

(tense music)

(zinging)

(groans) (gun bangs)

(yells)

(thudding) (tense eerie music)

(gun bangs)

(gasping)

- It's okay, it's okay.

(crying)

Come on.

(groans)

It's all right, okay.

(gasping)

Just give me a second.

(gasping)

- The cam is, the cam (gasping).

Okay, okay.

Is it okay, is it okay?

- It's okay, the camera's fine, Watkins.

I said the camera's fine.

Watkins?

(tense music)

Watkins.

(solemn music)

Watkins, they're all gonna find out.

Everybody's gonna know.

Even if I gotta jam this right into their skulls, Watkins.

(solemn dramatic music)

(thudding)

(tense dramatic music)

- That's far enough, Kirn.

Now, come on down.

(tense music)

They're all dead.

I found every single fucking one of 'em dead.

- Just like you wanted.

- I'm not talking about those worthless fucks with you!

I'm talkin' about my men!

What happened?

- What you spent 40 years tr yin' to cover up.

- No, I'm not gonna be accountable for that.

That's why I'm takin' you back with me to explain.

- Why don't you just shoot me now, Fetterman?

Go ahead, wipe your slate clean.

- I'd love to, Kirn, but you're my excuse, man,

with your life.

Nice and easy, that's it.

Now, after you.

Go on!

(tense music)

(thudding)

(gun bangs)

Kirn!

(tense eerie music)

(thuds) (grunts)

(gun bangs)

(thuds) (grunts)

(tense dramatic music)

Kirn, kill it, shoot it!

(tense music)

Kirn, shoot it, Kirn!

Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it!

Kill it, Kirn, shoot it, Kirn.

- Semper Fi.

(gun bangs)

(coughing)

(tense music)

I wonder, you know, I wonder what it was thinking.

I know what I'd like to believe,

that there might be hope yet for the human race.

(growling)

(swooshing and humming)

(booming)

(swooshing)

(mystical otherworldly music)

(tense rhythmic music)

(gentle instrumental music)

He vanished almost the second we hit the dock.

One moment he was there, and the next he's gone.

Unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures of him,

but I can give you a description.

If you could find him, he'd be the perfect corroboration.

- Well, a corroboration would be very helpful,

but I'm sure you realize this is gonna be one tough sell.

- But you gotta get a helicopter out to that island.

I mean, the film, the film will be there,

the webs, those bodies, it'll all still be there.

- If the government hasn't already cleaned it up.

- Yeah.

Stern!

Stern, you will print the story?

- If you can convince my editor

the way that you've convinced me, sure, absolutely.

- Well, coming up we have Johnny Sendum with the weather,

and Teddy Lyons backstage with last night's Grammy winners.

But first, more on the saga

of Marine Lieutenant Martin Kirn.

Kirn, you'll recall, was reported dead

in a freak accident at Camp Pendelton

only to surface later with a bizarre story

involving an unidentified flying object

and a coverup plot by the federal government.

Well, a court appointed psychiatrist has found

that Kirn is suffering from paranoid delusions.

Moreover, the military has come forward

with several witnesses who testified

that Kirn deliberately set the explosion at Camp Pendelton.

That explosion, you'll recall, killed five marines

and a visiting representative from the Pentagon.

In addition, photographs of the alleged UFO

have been proven fraudulent

by several specialists. - They're lying.

They're lying, (laughs) they're lying.

They're lying!

They're lying!

They're lying, they're lying.

They're lying!

They're lying!

(yelling)

(gentle instrumental music)

(exciting orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music)