He was brought in at 09:00...
and they figured he was responsible|for setting off a nuke on U.S. soil.
NORAD picked up a hotspot|in the Alaskan mountains...
just outside of Fairbanks.
They contacted the warship Sumanza,|stationed in the Bearing Strait.
Commander Drew Stevens|dispatches troops to the area...
to observe phase one|terrorist protocol.
Expect the worst.
Whatever happened was to be|considered an act of war against us.
That's when they called me.
And in the hours that followed...
I learned things that were going to|change the way we live forever.
Don't move!
There's somebody at the door.
Oh, God...
You look like shit, son.
Why don't you have a seat,|make yourself comfortable?
Want to tell me your name?
I've already told you people.
I'm Doctor Peter Lang.|I need to report to Major Harrison...
of Charlie Squadron Delta.
I don't have much time.
You a military man, Lang?
Sort of.
Sort of. That's funny. I've been in|military most of my adult life...
and I've never met asingle person|who was "sort of" in the military.
You're either in or you're out,|don't you think? So a...
pretty straight forward answer|I'm looking for here.
So, I'm gonna ask you again.|Are you in the military?
I can't talk to anybody in this|building. I'm not authorized to.
Call Harrison, and he'll understand|the urgency of the situation.
I got a pretty good handle|on the situation.
Two hours ago, somebody detonated|a nuclear device on U.S. soil...
and you're the prime suspect.
That's either an act of war or that's|terrorism but either way...
you're going to answer|any question I ask you.
So, why don't we start this again?
Are you a military man, Lang?
I need to report to Harrison,|the Joint Chiefs or the President.
I'm not authorized to talk|to you and I won't.
If you get Harrison, you might|have a chance to save the world.
Save the world.
That sounds like a threat to me.
You keep talking about|this Harrison... right?
We've been looking for him since|you've mentioned his name. And...
guess what?
There is no Harrison.
The President and the Joint Chiefs|don't have the foggiest idea...
who Peter Lang is nor do they have|any interest in talking to terrorists.
I suggest that you put me at|the top of your priority list...
and do it pretty quick cause things|are about to get ugly around here.
Why don't we try this again?|Who do you work for, Peter?
That kind of smarts, doesn't it?
Most fellas start belleding from the|ears, but you took this pretty good.
-You don't look so bad.|-I have...
top information, and you're|treating me like a terrorist.
I'm doing that'cause this is|a matter of national security.
A lot of people out there|got a lot of questions...
and I've been given authorization...
to use whatever means necessary|to get answers to those questions.
I suggest you start telling|me what you know now...
or we're going to go through|this over and over again.
I can't.
I love these things.
This sort of torture|used to be sloppy.
Buckets, sponges, big cables.
It just wasn't safe.
Nowadays, I can carry|4OO,OOO volts in my hip pocket.
Pretty effective,|wouldn't you say?
I can't tell you what|you want to hear.
You have to trust me.|It's for your own safety.
You're going to tell me|what I want to know.
Why don't we keep is simple,|all right?
Tell me how your day started.
-Hi, honey.|-Hi, Peter.
A phone call would've been nice.
You know how I feel about phones.
Baby, go wait in your room, OK?
Bye, Peter.
See ya, Kimie.
There's been an|incident in the lab.
-ls everybody OK?|-We don't know.
I need to get in. I need to find|out and I need your help.
Peter, l...
An officer will look after Kimie.
It won't be long.
OK.|Give me five minutes.
Don't worry.|I'll be back before you know it.
-I love you.|-I love you too.
Bye, mom.
-OK. Fill me in.|-I will in the truck.
Well...
at 2:13, Fairbanks HQ received|some sort of garbled transmission.
A breach of bio-containment six.
Two minutes later, somebody on the|inside initiated a full lock-down.
Power's off.|Interlock's sealed.
All communications to the outside|world were served from the inside.
Look, l...
-I called Harrison.|-Oh, Jesus.
It could be any number of things.|Chemical, or bio, or nuclear.
Whatever it is,|we're gonna need help.
There're 14 people down there,|and the clock is ticking.
You're right.|We're going to need Harrison.
We're going to go in with|asmall combat team.
Technical experts.|Harrison's very best.
Highest possible clearances,|just in case.
OK. If we have to move in,|we move in.
But this team of experts|they only the best, right?
Right.
Come to me.
Don't even think about it.
I'm on the clock, honey.
Don't you think this is more|important than the clock?
You're killing me.
Sargeant Trainer.
DCS tacticalbriefingin|10minutes, Trainer.
Trainer?
Did lcatch you at a bad time?
No, sir.|I'm just about...
to clear my weapon.
We have a situation. Get O'Brien.|You're going in tonight.
Affirmative, sir.|We're going in.
Why don't you get whoever is|on the phone to call you back?
Trish?
Daddy?
I'm toast.
You... Trainer?
I'm Hall. Communications.
-Good to meet you, Hall.|-Good to meet you, sir.
-You new on the base?|-Yes, sir.
-First time in Alaska?|-First. I like it though.
It's cold.
Trying to get used to the daylight.|Never seems to get dark.
Having trouble sleeping, sir.
I've been here for two summers|and I still can't get used to it.
-And don't call me "sir".|-Yes, sir... OK.
What have you heard|about this mission?
We're being sent there'cause you|banged the General's daughter.
-Jesus Christ!|-What?
Bad news travels fast.
You know kids.
No. You see...
she had her 22nd|birthday last week.
Whatever you say, sir.
Hear anything else?
It looks that we're going to be|accompanied by Major Ross and...
what's-her-dick?|Get my volley?
-Ross...|-Sir?
I wonder why they'd send a|Major on a mission like this.
Can't say, sir.|Haven't met the man myself...
but O'Brien...
she really drove our regiment|into the ground in lraq.
She's a tough mother for a hole,|let me tell ya.
That's what I heard...
But why would a half-decent|looking chick like O'Brien...
want to be an officer?
Everybody knows any chick|that tough has to be a lesbo.
She's get in the army to get the|Colonel's daughter, probably.
Sir... Ma'am!
When you finished bonding,|re-join the rest of the army.
Full mission breaking in two.
-Yes, ma'am.|-Sarge...
you need a larger weapon.
Welcome to Alaska, Hall.
Thank you, gentlemen.
'Ten-hut!
All right, people, at ease.
This mission is black.
No medals, no rewards,|no lucrative book deals.
Our target destination is|Vectol Bio-Research laboratories...
outside Fairbanks, Alaska.
Although it is a civilian facility,|it is under contract to Uncle Sam...
and my responsibility.
Dr. Cole...
Captain O'Brien,|is our best in bio-chem...
Sargeant Hall, is our|communications specialist...
Trainer, weapons and|explosives, lastly...
Major Ross, our counter-terrorism|expert. Dr. Cole?
Three hours ago, someone at our lab|initiated an emergency lock-down.
We've had no|communication since.
There're 14 researchers trapped down|there. We need to get them out.
Only 23 people outside this|room know about those labs.
Of those 23 only a handful|are privy to the work they do.
Although this is classified,|we'll give you what we can.
-Dr. Cole?|-Dr. Lang...
head of the Bio-Weapons|Counter Measures at Vectol.
Vectol labs are located in an|abandoned copper mine...
It's been retrofitted as a|high-tech bio-chemical facility.
Access is through asingle|air lock and elevator.
There are four levels: research,|weapons, chemical, living quarters.
Below that is an emergency air lock.|Once you're in, nothing gets out.
There's been only one other breach|of this facility two years ago.
A lab tech accidentally spilled|a thimble-full of nerve gas.
A thimble-full.|He died ninety seconds later.
It took us three months to|clean out that isolation lab.
We are dealing with a|full isolation lock-down.
Trainer?
Why us?
Dr. Lang?
Vectol Labs do a|multitude of sins.
Chemical, bio, nuclear toxins.
Stuff we have down there makes|Ebola look like the common cold.
It's possible terrorists breached|the facility. We need to find out.
Don't we have any other|intelligence on this?
Latest satellite re-con|flight shows all is clear.
Perimeter secure.
This is avery sensitive situation.
Fewer people envolved, the better,|that's why I'm sending the best.
I'm ascientist, but I'm also|a former Army Captain.
Once inside,|all of you answer directly to me.
Trainer? People?
-ls that clear?|-Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir.|-Good.
These are not your standard suits.
They're made from Kevlar Purine|fiber. Think of them as a2nd skin.
Your atmosphere gauge|is at the wrist.
Green is for good air,|yellow for questionable...
and if it's red and you've just|breathed it, you've died.
This is for your oxygen.|You have about one hour's worth.
What are these syringes for,|doctor?
Excuse me.
If one of you become|contaminated...
remove the hypodermic|from the pouch...
and then plunge it|directly in the neck...
as deep as...
Don't do that.
...as possible.
-Avoid severing the carotid artery.|-I'll do that.
The needle releases a neuro-toxin.
It would save your life and get you|to treatment as quickly as possible.
And what if we don't get stuck?|What happens then?
That depends on which toxin|you've been infected with...
but within 1O seconds your throat|constricts. You can't breath.
Your esophagus becomes|brittle and it dissolves.
Your organs turn to jelly as your|molecular structure is collapsing.
But after that,|you should mercifully black out.
I get the picture.
Have either one of you tried...|this needle?
Yeah. Dr. Cole has.
What happened?
Gear up.|We move out in ten.
Any other questions?|Dismissed.
I think she likes me, O'Brien.
What are you talking about?|She's a grown-up.
I should try that.
Colonel!
Major.
Permission to speak freely, sir.
Go ahead.
I'm not comfortable taking my|orders from these scientists.
You take your orders from me.|Follow Cole and Lang to the letter.
Yes, sir, but babysitting|civilians is...
Cole can take care of herself.|It's Lang I need you to cover.
He works for me.|His project is classified...
has top priority on the Pentagon.|Cole doesn't know about it.
-She thinks she's in command.|-Work with her all the way.
If it's viral or chemical,|she's in charge.
It it's terrorist,|you take command.
Your priority is make sure|Lang gets his research out.
My team has the highest|security clearance.
I need to know what's|going on down there.
This is a matter of national security.|Nobody can know about it.
When it comes to biologicals,|even the President is expendable.
Yes, sir.|Lang is the priority.
If I'm a terrorist, what's my|primary target down there?
There's enough plutonium in that|mountain to satisfy asmall army.
Terrorists or not, we're going to|find our people okay down there.
Just hope my staff are safe.
With this lock-down there's a|chance the air's been contaminated.
Keep your helmets on|and breathe easy.
And conserve your air|as long as possible.
You got that?
Cole...
if we do encounter terrorists, stand|down and let my team handle this.
Your team?|Your team will do what I say.
This is a chemical lab. Nobody|does anything without my approval.
You got that, Major?
Trainer, hold up asec.
-I've got a bad feeling about this.|-You're just scared.
That's not what I meant.
Chemical weapons,|possible terrorists...
small crew,|civilian in charge...
We're going in there and no one|is telling us anything about it.
How many times have you and|I been down this road before?
You watch my back,|I'll watch yours all right.
-I hate working with civilians.|-You wanted Delta. Deal with it.
Lang.
What?
The minute you know how to get|out of there, you let me know.
I don't need my team staying in this|tunnel any longer than they have to.
I'll recommend immediate e-vac|as soon as I get what I need.
And, Major, our relationship|stays confidential.
That's what I hear.
Peter, check the intercom,|see if anyone responds.
No, doc, not a good idea.
If they're terrorists you don't want|to give away our position, right?
Good point. Let's keep the|chatter to a minimum, OK?
Jesus, Lang!|Will you back the fuck up?
Holster that weapon.
-This isn't right.|-What's your concern, Cole?
The reading. There's something in|the air but I don't know what it is.
What's with this water?
I have no idea.|I've never seen anything like this.
-Hey, Ross.|-What have you got?
Looks like a gold tooth.
-That's a little more than unusual.|-Got some slime all over it.
What's the slime like?|Is it toxic?
I don't think so.
Cole, you should|take a look at it.
Maybe the sprinkler|system broke here.
It's not HO or retardant.|Cole...
what do you think?
-Major!|-Hall.
Got a Number 45 here...
emptied the clip.|What the hell they shooting at?
No matter, but stay Sharp so it|doesn't end up shooting at you.
I found a pacemaker.
It's still beating.
Jesus!|This is creepy.
We need to get to work.|Hall, Trainer and O'Brien...
restore communications and power.|It's through these doors.
It's down one level. Keep to the|right. It's at the end of the hall.
After that, sweep level 3.|It's the living quarters.
Wait.|You want us to split up?
Ross, what do we do?
You have your orders.|Report if you see anyone.
RCB will be level 2. Containments|labs. We'll meet there.
-How many people we looking for?|-Fourteen.
You heard the lady,|let's move out.
I think we should look for|the guy with the pacemaker.
Just my luck, I'm red shit, baby.|This way.
Dr. Lang, this isn't a picnic.|Let's move.
-This is worse than we thought.|-You recognize it.
It's got the molecular|structure of human DNA.
-Doctors? What is this stuff?|-We're not sure just yet.
Major, I wouldn't stand|under there if I were you.
Where the hell is everybody?
I don't know.
Trainer...
ever notice our missions have|become a little more hazardous?
What are you talking about?
Look around you. We're in a|factory full of biological weapons.
So, what's that|got to do with me?
She's jailbait and she's|the Colonel's daughter.
Would you put a pipe in it?
She's not jailbait, Captain.|She looks at least 19 or 2O.
That's my man, Hall.|She ain't no child.
You're just jealous, O'Brien.
Come on, O'Brien,|who you kidding?
Wouldn't you take a run|at her if you had a chance?
Careful, Hall,|or I'm going to take a run at you.
Want to get you guys a room?
Hall's not my type, Trainer.
-He thinks I'm a lesbo.|-I'm OK with lesbos. Just kidding.
It's gone.
What?
No, that's impossible.
-What's gone?|-I can't talk about it with you.
I don't give a damn about|your secret weapons.
I'll tell you what you need to know|when you need to know it.
-Are my people in any danger?|-Not more than the rest of us.
-That's not an answer.|-Give us a moment, Major.
One of our experiments has gone|missing. We need to find it.
-Ross. Copy?|-Go ahead, Captain.
Auxiliary power was up|in the lab level only.
The generator doesn't work.|Hall can't get any more power of it.
Good work.
We've completed the sweep of the|living quarters. Not asoul, sir.
Proceed to communications.|Try to raise Harrison. And Captain...
watch your back.
Anything on your end, sir?
One of the doctor's experiments|has gone missing.
-What kind of an experiment?|-They're both tight lipped.
Until I know more, assume we're|still dealing with terrorists.
Exercise extreme caution and|report back every 1O minutes.
Understood.
It's not just awalk in the park.
Not today. If I can squeeze any|more out of them I'll contact you.
Roger that.
-Reporting back in 1O.|-ln 10 minutes.
Missing experiment.
-Doesn't sound too good.|-Not in this place, it ain't.
Stay Sharp.|We got a job to do.
What the hell happened here?
You fix this up, Hall?|Raise topside?
I could raise Mars|if I had to, but...
it's probably easier to...
jerry-rig the up-line and get|cell communications working.
This is creepy.
Slime covering everything.
Like something out of the Blob.
-Holy shit, Hall, that's it.|-What?
The doctor's experiments is|probably just like the Blob.
It's loose and it's sliming up|everything in its path...
devouring everything it can.
You know what?
We're dessert.
-You're not funny.|-What are you talking about?
You're not funny, man.
-You see that?|-Yeah, right.
-Let's focus.|-I'm serious. I saw some guy.
-I swear!|-Hall.
-Jesus!|-You saw someone?
-I think.|-Hall, raise topside. Let's go.
-Are you serious?|-I'm serious.
Get in there. Get communications up.|I'll check the door.
All right.
Let's hope the containment|lab remains secure.
Is it possible somebody moved it?
It's possible, but unlikely.|It takes a team of 8 to move it.
If it had been moved,|we would have known.
-What about the plutonium?|-lt is all accounted for, Major...
but right now it's the|least of our worries.
The air is clean.
Cole, check the|computer data.
See if somebody's moved it.|I'll check bio-containment 6.
Major Ross, you watch her back.
Major Ross, external com|is up and operating, sir.
Good work, Trainer.
O'Brien, continue to sweep,|report if you find anyone.
Roger.|I'llcontinue.
Command, alpha team reporting.
This is Harrison.|Report.
Auxiliary power and|communications restored, sir.
We have control ofthe main lab.
Still no sign of the staffers.
We do however have|a missing experiment.
We're going to look for it...
...and any sign of terrorists.|-Keep me posted.
You did this to me.
Stay here. Watch my back.
Jesus Christ!
Is that you, Sara?|What the hell happened?
It got out.
We didn't stand a chance.
Nobody's going to|be able to stop it.
It's under my skin, Peter.|It's under my goddamn skin!
-Sara, no!|-Look what you've done to me.
Radiation is the only way to kill it.
What happened?
-I need to kill us all.|-For Christ's sakes, don't do that!
It's inside me.|I can feel it. Inside me.
-I can feel it.|-lf you're gonna kill us all, stop!
No!
Please, don't make me do this.
Just stop.|Sara, I'm so sorry.
Cole, no!
Cole, you just executed a civilian.
She was no longer human.
Then what was she?|Lang, why didn't you try to help her?
She was infected.
-lnfected with what?|-There are infectious agents here.
Not good enough, doctor.
The radiation would've gone critical.|I did what I had to do.
I want answers.
I need to know now!
What are we up against?
There are no terrorists,|are there?
We can't be certain.
I reckon that we leave now.
That's the first sensible thing|either of you have said all day.
We're not leaving until we|figure out the fate of our staff.
You just saw what|happened to our staff.
Trainer, give me asituation report.
Nothing down here but slime, sir.|Other than that, all seems clear.
Return to the lab.|We're getting out of here.
If you meet anyone,|assume that they're hostile.
Sargeant, keep your|suits on at all times.
-Hostile, sir?|-We just met one of the staffers.
It wasn't pretty.|She was infected with something.
-lt's been secured.|-Secured, sir?
-Permanently.|-Understood. Meet back at the lab.
-Report anything suspicious.|-Copy that.
This whole place is suspicious.
Command, this is alpha team.
One second.
Harrison. Report.
The situation isn't good.|We can confirm contamination.
Cole, you there?
-Yes, sir.|-Situation?
The facility has been breached|and the PB3 is missing.
Colonel...
Isuggest that we brief Ross on|the lntelthat we have on PB3.
Our chances of surviving through|this mission will be greater.
Fill him in my full authorization.
Yes, sir.
We first heard about|it after Chernobyl.
Soviets discovered an alien|microbe on a meteorite...
that crashed in Siberia in the 5O's.
They called it PB3 to honor the|third session of the Politburo...
or something like that.
Once the microbe was separated|it reproduced at an alarming rate.
Their scientists|attempted to clone it.
No dice.
In the end,|it took a2O-megaton nuke...
and 1O,OOO lives to put that|genie back in the bottle.
After the wall collapsed,|Uncle Sam took all responsibility...
and brought it to us.
Government hired Vectol to study|the military potential...
and applications of PB3|to see how to counter it.
As a liquid, it had this...
intelligence.|It could think, learn.
Imagine, asingle alien life from|the size of a drop of water...
that we could train to kill|whatever we wanted it to.
A drop of water that could|survive in any landscape...
from a nuclear environment to the|blood stream of a human body.
What's the difference between...
the liquid and PB3?
The liquid is what PB3 produces.
The PB3 is actually an alien.|We cloned the microbe's DNA.
Are you telling me there's|an alien loose down here?
Jesus!
Alien?
Is that so hard to believe?
I'm getting pretty tired|of your bullshit, Lang.
You'd better start feeding me|something easier to swallow.
Sir?
Goahead, Captain.
We're stillcomingup|blank on Harrison...
but we've been able to confirm that|Ross, O'Brien, Trainer and Hall...
do in fact exist as members|of the Charlie Squadron Delta.
They're stationed in Fairbanks.|Their C.O., Major Tindal...
confirms they were requested|for a black op at 04:00.
He won't give up any details of the|mission. He wasn't cleared for it.
Thank you, Captain.
-lt's an alias.|-What are you muttering about?
Harrison would never implicate|himself if anything were to go wrong.
We're down to working on secrets|that our government can never admit.
Things that could topple|our nation's credibility.
What if North Korea knew the kind of|warfare we were trying to perfect?
We're giving them a hard time|with the nuclear program...
when all the while we're cloning|aliens for military application.
Are you telling me that you're|an independent contractor...
working with the military|on cloning aliens?
You're not a believer.
You don't think in this vast|universe another life form exists?
One that's more versatile, smart,|dangerous we know humans to be?
Every year, hundreds of meteorites|slam into our planet.
We found a drop of water on one.
You have any idea how|many we never find?
How many other drops|of water are out there?
O'Brien, you see that?
-See what?|-Something tells me we're not alone.
-What did you see?|-What do you thing it was?
Looks like a guy|about 3O feet ahead.
U.S. Army.|Show yourself.
Stand up and put your|hands behind your head.
-Are you here to help?|-Hands behind your head, now!
-I'm a doctor.|-On your knees.
I work here.
Get you hands on your|head now! Get down!
Gun!
-Hall's down!|-Check him out!
Hall! Hall!
Get up, Hall!
What's going on back|there, O'Brien?
He's got a pulse.|He's alive.
The suit is bullet proof all right.
The guy though,|where did he go?
Freeze!
Trainer, did you see that?
O'Brien, look out!
-Oh my God!|-Something's on my hand!
-lt's burning!|-What are you doing?
Got to get this off!|It's burning!
My hand is burning!
-Burning!|-Holy shit, O'Brien!
My arm is burning!
Holy shit, O'Brien!|Hang on.
We got good air.|I'm taking off your helmet.
I'm going to stick you.
Hang in there.
Hall, get your ass over|here now. Hurry up.
What happened to her?
Come on, we got to get her|out of here right now. Move! Move!
We've got a problem.
The Captain's been infected.|She needs help, now.
-Cole, open the door.|-I won't do that.
Help!|Let me in!
Cole, you open the door right|now and assist my team.
Major, if we let O'Brien|in here she could kill us all.
Listen to me!You open the|goddamn door right now!
Trainer, tell me what|colour her eyes are.
-What?|-Her eyes. What colour are they?
They're black.
-Black.|-lt's too late.
Ross. We're losing her.|You open the door, now!
Give me a sec here, Trainer.|I got a situation.
We don't have a fucking second.|She's dying!
Suit up.|We're taking her topside.
We can't do that.|She has been contaminated.
Ross, we're losing her.|Open the door!Open it now!
O'Brien, this is Ross.|You hang in there, all right?
We can't take her|out of the mountain.
She'll contaminate every living|organism she comes in contact with.
Civilization as we know it,|will no longer exist.
We don't have a cure for this thing.|She can't be saved.
Get Trainer and Hall as far away|from her as quick as you can.
Out there they stand a chance of|becoming exposed themselves.
Cole...
get out here and fixherup.|She's my partner, do you hear me?
Open the door.
I said open the goddamn door.
Ross, she's been convulsing|ever since she got infected.
What did you do, bastard?
You shot her, you bastard.
Trainer, O'Brien was already dead.
What? What?
What she was infected|with has no known cure.
If we stand out here, we'll have|better chance of becoming infected.
No!|I gave her the shoot!
-I gave her the shoot!|-She's dead, man.
We got to get out of here.
That's an order.
You killed her!|She covered you ass so many times!
-She never would have survived.|-I gave her the shot.
I did what I was told...
...and you should fix her up.|-lt should have worked!
But it's a different strain|and we have no cure.
Now if we get infected,|we die exactly like the same way.
This liquid that attacked O'Brien...|Is this our alien?
Alien?
Like as in the movie?
The liquid is a bi-product|of the alien.
It's doing exactly what|we designed it to do.
-You designed a fucking alien?|-No, we cloned an alien.
From a drop of water that was|discovered on a meteorite.
Weapons specifically designed|to help preserve the human race.
But before we could develop|the counter-inoculation...
we had to first create de PB3.
In theory we thought that if we|could clone it, we could kill it.
And then, we would be ready|in case it ever attacked.
You cloned a frigging alien and the|government thought that was OK?
It's also extremely intelligent.
I'm going to sit down for this.
Each time the PB3 encounters|a new organism...
the alien's molecular structure|co-ordinates an attack.
It essentially consume us...
using our mass and our|intelligence to grow...
mutating, changing.
It can almost go into any|form liquid or human.
It has the ability to take the|human host and attain its goal.
And what the hell goal is that?
It would like to|control the planet.
And it was OK to clone something|that could control the planet.
That's real smart.|Real smart.
And you alien escaped,|start infecting your crew...
but somebody caught on|and locked the place down.
That seems to be what happened.
But the PB3 is reacting unlike|anything we have ever seen before.
What it did to O'Brien and Hall,|that's new.
It's trying to breach our suits.
It's learned to hunt.
If this thing gets out,|it will be impossible to stop.
We can't let that happen.
What do we do to control it?
-We have been developing a...|-Cole!
I need to show you something.
Excuse us.
It's the frigging blob.
They're in love with this thing.
We got to fucking kill it.
Harrison convinced me|to take it to the next step.
He didn't want me working with|anyone. Classified all my research.
-I couldn't even tell you about it.|-What are you talking about?
I developed a new strain.
-You did what?|-The microbe was just the embryo.
There's 3 chromosomes|called X, Y, and Z...
and 3 sexes that cross-fertilize|and mutate into a new organism.
The Russians couldn't do it,|you couldn't do it, but I did.
Oh my God!
My God, Peter. Why?
You honestly think you could spend|the rest of your life in this hole?
I've been here for 5 years.|I want out.
I want out.
-To do what?|-To publish... to receive the Nobel.
-But for what?|-The PB3.
But that's impossible.
You know it's impossible.
For the security issues and|because there's nothing to publish.
We still don't know how it works.
We can find out how it works.
Prove that life exists|outside our world.
You have screwed us all.
Suit up.|We're leaving.
I never signed up to fight|no Martians.
Command, this is alpha team.|Command, alpha team reporting.
This is Harrison.|Report. Situation.
Lang and Cole have identified an|alien species loose down here.
-Lang?|-Yes, Colonel.
Are you ready to come out?
Yes, there's nothing|more I can do here.
Cole, how serious is it?
-lt's beyond our control, sir.|-Cole, you call it.
-I recommend immediate deployment.|-Christ.
-Major Ross?|-Sir?
Evac your people within 2O minutes.|I'm going to nuke the mountain.
Affirmative, sir.
-Get your people out of there.|-Thank you, sir.
How far are we going|to get in 2O minutes?
-Don't you worry.|-But you're gonna nuke the mountain.
You can't get away from a|nuclear blast in 2O minutes.
This facility is built to contain the|blast. As long as we make it...
to an air lock we'll be safe.
You see that?|Straight ahead.
I see it.|What do you think, Trainer?
I think that's the same stuff|that attacked O'Brien.
We back track and|we go around.
We don't have time.
Don't worry.|This is what we do.
Trainer, Hall...
On my command. Let's see how|this thing responds under fire.
This one's for O'Brien.
Fire in the hall!|Go! Go!
That's great!|We just blew awater cooler.
-We got to get out of here.|-Nice shot, bro.
Frigging water cooler.
This is just wrong.
Time is ticking,|we got to go.
Stay sharp, Hall.
-Can't believe we just did that.|-Goddamn it.
A trained Delta force|shooting at awater cooler.
What's next?|A killer vending machine?
-Can't believe we nailed an alien.|-Stay focused. Get out of here.
We're almost there.
We got to make it to the elevator.
-Trainer, the door. Hall, cover.|-Copy that.
Copy that, sir.
My God, what's with spiders?
-Spiders?|-Cole, watch your...
I hate spiders!
We have to have control of the|elevator. It's the only way out!
Activate fire on the elevator!
Clear the elevator!
Ross, behind you!
-Where are they all coming from?|-Lang, watch out!
Lang, are you OK?
-There's too many of them!|-Ross, they're on your feet!
I got'em.
Trainer, 12 o'clock.
Hall, watch out!
Just keep firing, Hall.
I don't know what to do.|My God!
It's a nightmare, man.|It's a nightmare!
-I don't know what to do.|-Don't! Fire in the hole!
Everyone, back up.|Is anyone hit?
Hall, what were you thinking?
-I'm going to get out of here.|-You just sealed our only exit.
-There's got to be stairs.|-There's no stairs.
-He's going to save us, right?|-I wouldn't count on it.
Fall back, everyone!|Fall back!
-Hall, have you lost your mind?|-There's got to be another way out.
I sure hope so. First we've got to|get to the lab and stop the nuke.
-Shit, I forgot about the nuke!|-We're screwed.
Command, this is alpha team.
Ross, you'd better|be in that elevator.
Elevator is negative for evac, sir.|Hostiles in control.
-Harrison, stop the nuke.|-The count is at OO:O3:4O.
Any chance you can make|the auxiliary air lock?
Negative, sir.|There's not enough time.
You'll have to re-set it manually.
We can handle the manual|detonation on this end.
Susan, you know what this means.
-Yes, sir.|-lt's your call.
Don't worry.|I'll handle it.
All right, I'll stop the count.
Come on!
Ok. We're here.
The bomb fuse is 5 levels below.
The auxiliary air lock is about|3OO yards down the passage way.
Peter! Stand back.|Nobody touch him.
Peter!
Peter!
What the fuck is that?
Jesus Christ!
Where's the fuck it go?
Peter! Oh, God!
He's dead.
Put your helmets on.|We have to get out of here.
Cole, you have anything|that can fight this thing?
Yeah, I think I do.
Ross, we got to go.
This weapon has been designed|for close range combat.
Fresh off the assembly line.|They've never been tested on either.
Wait a minute. We're going to|be the first ones to use them?
That's right.
These are warheads, gentlemen,|and they contain a gas...
design to kill aspecific|breed of alien.
You'll be fighting a new strain|but, hopefully, it should work.
We have to get these toxins|out of the warheads...
and into these|canisters to load the guns.
Piece of cake.
The toxin was designed to infect|those who have not been inoculated.
I hope you don't|mind needles.
Shouldn't I get another warhead?
Back over by the sink.
There's a case on top,|be careful.
Doc, what do you make of this?
-Oh, God! Oh, God!|-What?
Everyone out! Out!
Get out, Ross!
Jesus!|Cole, what's going on?
We got to get out now!|Come on, let's go. Let's move!
Shit, shit, shit.
-What happened to him, Cole?|-The toxin.
-He's dead.|-Cole, answer me.
Oh, God...
Our helmets.
The air quality is not good. We have|to make it to a secure air lock.
Let's get out of here.
Lang is dead.|We just lost Hall.
-Have you reset bomb?|-Not yet. We're on our way.
Cole, we might be soon facing an|invasion. We need to be prepared.
Langfollowed orders|you wouldn't.
You shouldn't let moral judgement|interfere with your work.
Harrison, we'll set that nuke,|but that PB3 experiment ends here.
-That ends now.|-This is on your head.
-Cole.|-It's your decision, Cole.
Are we facing a goddamn invasion?
It this thing gets out,|we're facing extinction.
How long can we stay|exposed to this air?
Long enough to make it|to the next air lock it we're lucky.
Cole!
More frigging spiders.
What the frig is that?
Go! Ross, let's go!
-What the hell is that thing?|-Run!
-Cole? What is that?|-Hurry up!
Not enough air in here.|Just get to the air lock.
I'm slowing it down,|but I'm not stopping it.
-Oh, no! The keypad's not working!|-Let me at it.
-Cole, cover Trainer.|-I got it.
-Trainer?|-I'm working on it.
-Trainer. C4.|-lt'll be close.
Come on, come on.
-I got it. It's open.|-Go.
Go, go.
My God.
You guys OK?
Yeah, you?
I'm cool.
It's not every day you almost|get killed by an alien.
Let's go.
Be careful out there.
Any more surprises waiting|for us down here, Cole?
I sure hope not.|But we should expect the worse.
Was that your missing|experiment back there?
I don't know what that was.
Maybe it's some sort of mutation.
You're learning quick, Major.
-Let's just get this over with.|-Sounds good to me.
-Everybody watch their backs.|-Let's do this.
The bomb is in here. The air lock|is at the other end of the tunnel.
We part company here.
I'll set the bomb|and meet you guys outside.
That's too risky.|We stay together.
Ross and I are going to cover|the door. You're going to go in...
and set the timer then we|all go to the air lock.
OK.
-Great.|-They're guarding the bomb.
-They know we're trying to kill'em.|-How do you want to handle this?
Very slowly towards the detonator|and hope for the best.
-This isn't going to be easy.|-There's so many of them.
-Easy...|-They appear to be dormant.
-Easy...|-No sudden movements.
We should be OK.|Let's get this done and get out.
Watch your step.
-Cover my back, Ross.|-I've got your back.
So far, so good.
-Oh, my God!|-Trainer?
-Look out!|-Cole, look out!
Trainer, double time.
Trainer, come on!
Ross, behind you!|Look out!
Trainer, come on!
Trainer, hurry up!
Faster!
Let's get out of here.
Go, go!
Come on!
Trainer!
Ross!
The timer is toast.|I can't get it to work.
-What?|-lt doesn't work.
The detonator?
The detonator will work...
but I got to arm it manually.
No.
It's my responsibility.|I'll do it.
I'll give you enough|time to get out.
You're the only who knows how|to fight this thing if it gets out.
-Sir?|-Get her to the exit.
-No, Major.|-That's an order.
Yes, sir.
You'll die.
I've got no one waiting|for me topside...
besides how often does a guy|get a chance to save the world?
I'm so sorry.
Me too.
-Trainer.|-Sir?
Get this to Harrison. My final order|and I'd like to make good on it.
Yes, sir.|Ross...
you're a brave man.
-Go on, get out of here.|-Yes, sir.
Let's go!
Cole, look out!
Go!
Where the hell are they?
Oh shit!
Easy...
Trainer, I'm down.
-You go. I'll set the bomb.|-No.
This is my responsibility.
Not an option, OK?
-Trainer...|-I'm not going to argue with you.
It's what I do.
That's my job. Go on.|Get out of here.
Wait.|Wait a minute.
Ross...
what do you want to do with this?
That ends here.
I knew you're going to say that.
Get the hell off him.
Die, you alien scum!
Die!
Oh, fuck...
-I love you, mommy.|-I love you, baby. Are you OK?
You all right?
The others?
They didn't make it.
Did you secure sample?
You know I couldn't do that.
Your helmet?|It's gone.
You expect me to believe that?
You're telling me astory that you|couldn't possibly have witnessed.
You were left behind,|you were left for dead.
It was the right thing to do.
I would have infected the team.|It was dangerous to keep me around.
But I followed them out,|I witnessed everything.
How did you get out, if Cole|was the last one in that air lock?
Did you witnesses that explosion?|The nuke would've killed everything.
But you survived.
-Yes, I did.|-How?
Isn't it obvious?
I had to survive...
to keep my species alive.
Do you believe in me now?
Captain...
we need to get our guest|to the White House.
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