Have I stood in your way, Sara?
This is your home, not a prison.
We're your friends. Do as you like.
You're not just gonna let her go out?
Why not?
What about secrecy? What about harvesting the eggs?
- That's the plan, right? - Certainly.
Anything could happen to her out there. What if she doesn't come back?
She came back last night, didn't she?
Sara has eliminated our species as potential partners.
As a purer strain, she has no genetic partner.
Plainly put, the girl can't get laid. Can you give me a hand?
Hey, you know this Project Athena?
Seems this guy, Dr. Fitch, already tried growing a creature from its own DNA.
The thing nearly destroyed the isolation chamber
before they incinerated it.
I have no intention of repeating Dr. Fitch's failures.
Obviously, pure alien DNA is too volatile on its own.
Once we inject it into Sara's eggs, though,
her human chromosome should temper the mixture.
What about Sara? How's she gonna feel about this?
Sara doesn't have any feelings.
Let's get on with this. We have a lot to do.
- May I help you? - I need a room.
Yes, sir.
Please sign here.
- Something's wrong. - Nothing's wrong.
There's something wrong with you...
...a sickness. - I'm fine.
You're not fine! You're dying!
Don't turn your back on us!
Hi.
Sara, wait.
I wanted to show you something, if it's all right.
Why don't you sit down?
What is this?
It's chess. It's a game. It's fun.
This is the king, and it's the most valuable piece,
but it's also the most vulnerable.
And there's other pieces, and they all move.
That's the rule book, but it's long and boring.
- It's easier if I just show you. - Start.
- What? - White moves first.
All right.
You've played before.
No.
Wait, you don't mean just by picking up that book, you could...
That's right.
You're kidding, right?
Checkmate.
How can you do that?
I have to sleep now.
Okay...
Listen... maybe we could, you know, sometime...
What happened to your hand?
It was a Bunsen burner.
Seen the departmental website today?
- Amazing! - What about it?
"Hi, my name's Amelia, and I am looking for anyone
"in an accredited biochemistry program
who's recently done work in advanced DNA electroporation."
Jesus, look at her!
Those eyes, man. Those bedroom eyes, man.
Come on, she can't look like that and be a biochemist.
Who cares what she is?
What are you doing?
I gotta see just how crazy this chick is.
You're an idiot.
Dude, dude! There's already an answer.
Hi. This is Amelia.
Get out your credit card.
She's definitely crazy... I'm in love.
Before we speak directly. I need to ask you a few questions.
Have you done any unusual lab work in protoplastic cell suspension?
Specifically. Any kind of transmembrane conductivity
and permeability diffusion?
I'm looking for a man who has measured
pore coefficients greater than 10e minus 16 meters squared per second.
If you're that man. Please submit some sample data
in the response body of an e-mail to me.
If I like what you write. We can meet.
I promise you won't be disappointed.
Okay... that's annoying.
Turn your computer off.
Just turn it off.
Hey! What's your problem?!
You've been acting squirrelly for days now...
sneaking around, disappearing.
What's up?
Nothing.
Sir, Echelon picked this up during a morning sweep.
- What is it? - Mass e-mail.
Went out to servers at every biochem program in North America.
The terminology is highly specialized.
Certain key words resonate exactly with Project Athena.
- Athena. - Wasn't that shut down?
- I want this girl found. - Yes, sir.
I've been meaning to tell you.
I think it's a big mistake for you to start having feelings for Sara.
Feelings?
- She's just gonna break your heart. - Who said I had feelings for her?
- I understand the temptation, of course. - I don't have feelings for her.
Listen, I know she's not attracted to humans, all right?
Everything she does is only in her own biological interest.
I know this. And listen. Do me a favor.
I'll steal equipment, I'll dissect aliens, I'll even bury bodies.
Just don't give me any more dating advice.
- Please. - Okay.
No one knows anything about this, right?
Of course not.
There you are.
We need to take another blood sample.
You know the drill.
You look tense.
And your blood pressure's...
140.
...way up.
What's wrong?
I'd prefer it if Dean took my blood.
Dean?
Very well.
This won't take long.
- What the hell is that?! - Must be another half-breed.
What are you doing?
I equipped the lab with a fail-safe.
Hydrochloride gas.
But it's toxic to Sara, too! Come on, we gotta get her!
No! Stay!
What about the project? You can't just let her die!
It's already in here!
- You already harvested her eggs? - The first night of her maturity.
She never knew. Did it under anesthesia while she slept.
That's why you let her go out.
Oh, come on, look! He's raping her!
No, Dean! No!
Damn it!
Go!
Go! Go! Go! Get Sara!
Go! Go! Go!
All right, listen to me. Listen to me, all right?
You're gonna be okay, all right? You're gonna be okay!
I doubt it.
Come on.
Absurd... can't possibly end like this.
No, it's not, okay? I'm gonna go to the E.R. Come on!
I'm going to the E.R. Right now! Come on!
The half-breeds... they'll keep coming.
More and more! Dangerous!
The eggs!
Do it, Dean... create the new species.
Do it...
Your life's in danger.
I don't understand.
You see that thing there? That contains your eggs.
Alien ova, you understand?
The half-breeds need it so they can create
a viable continuation of their line.
And Abbott wanted it...
Abbott wanted it so he could create an even purer strain,
so they'd give him the Nobel prize.
I think we should just put an end
to this whole little Garden of Eden right now.
What about me?
Sara, you could have a lifespan of 400 years, for all I know.
And if I don't reproduce, the threat to your own species ends with me?
That's right.
But with the DNA you've collected, you can create more like me.
Sara, listen to me.
Just because we can do something doesn't mean we should.
I guess this is it, Doctor.
Ammonium nitrate and perchloric acid.
Hope you'd approve.
Sara, are you in here?
We sh... shouldn't do this.
Don't you want me?
Yeah, of course I do, but...
why do you want me?
I just do.
You're not attracted to humans.
You want something.
Abbott's work was important.
The species must continue. It's up to you.
Why don't you just think of it as a simple exchange of services?
Fuck it.
I can't.
It's up to you, Dean.
What's up?
- Did you hear about Abbott? - What about Abbott?
He's gone, dude... went missing.
Just like Dr. Turner.
That's two profs in one semester.
I wonder if there's some kind of specialized serial killer out there.
So, anyway...
...I heard back from Amelia.
- Amelia? - Yeah.
The honey on the internet?
The one who wanted the information on electroporation.
- You got in touch with her? - Yeah. She liked the data.
What data?
Something you wanna tell me?
What are you talking about, Hastings?
- You left your notebook here one day. - You went through my shit?
- Jesus, man, why did you do that?! - It's genetically impossible!
So what the hell is it?
Look, I just... I can't tell you right now, all right? I'm sorry.
She said the data was perfect.
And then she starts in with all kinds of other questions.
Who was I? Where did I get it?
Did I have any contact with alien life?
At that point, I'm like, "All right, the chick really is crazy."
Wait a minute. She has your e-mail address.
- So? - So she can find us!
So what, she's just some harmless crazy chick!
Right?
What'll it be?
This is a gas station, right?
Fill it up.
You sure you don't need something else?
Yeah.
Tell me where I can pee.
There's a women's room around the back.
Check the oil, too...
unless that's too hard for you.
- Nice ride. - Got that right.
There's no soap in here.
Maybe you should file a complaint.
Maybe you should get out of here.
Maybe I should teach you some manners.
Maybe you should.
- Come on. - All right.
Jesus! Stop!
You're goddamn killing me!
What do you say we join the party, huh?
Oh, shit!
- Yeah! - Hell, yeah!
Cobb?
Cobb, you okay?
Done worn him out.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
I'm Amelia. You must be Hastings.
Where can I go and freshen up?
So, you want a drink or something?
So... how was your trip?
- Where's your lab? - Lab?
I wanna see it. I wanna see everything.
And after that, you'll get your reward.
- You sure you don't wanna... - Tell me something.
Where did you get your specimen from, anyway?
We never talked about that.
- Specimen? - Something wrong?
No.
Who else lives here?
No one. Just me.
Okay... look... you know it was all a joke?
The data I sent you was fake.
- I made it up. - You didn't make up that data.
Now why don't you just tell me where you got it from?
I told you. I made it up.
It seems you haven't been completely honest with me.
And from now on, that's gonna change.
I came here to get something from you,
and you are gonna give it to me.
Trust me, you're much better off
making me happy than making me mad.
Come on! We gotta get out of the hallway!
- Stop! Stop! - We gotta get out of the hallway!
- Come on! - No!
Oh, shit!
Get in, Dean.
It seems we still have a problem with Project Athena.
Who are you? How do you know my name?
What do they want? These things?
Why kidnap your roommate?
I can't be sure.
My best guess is that they need someone with scientific knowledge
to help them bioengineer a new strain of species.
- A new species? - Yeah.
'Cause the current one's about to go extinct.
And if they can't get my help, they'll get my horny roommate to do it.
- We can't let 'em breed. - Who'd you say you worked for?
I didn't.
Look, we've been down this road before... twice.
The two previous operations of containment
resulted in a $700 million bill from the U.S. Army
and a six-week investigation by Congress.
I have neither the budget nor the stomach to go through that again.
Besides, when I think of those operations,
the word "overkill" comes to mind.
So you work for the government.
No, I'm a limousine driver.
Unfortunately, the current administration
has much less of an appetite for science fiction, shall we say?
So I'm not here in an official capacity, and we won't be taking care of this
in an official capacity.
What are you gonna do?
You and I are taking care of this in an unofficial capacity.
She's probably found Sara and brought Hastings back to Abbott's lab.
All the equipment's there for the DNA cloning.
Blazing in won't do us any good.
We need to figure out a weakness on Sara.
You can hack into Abbott's database, right?
- Yeah, I think so. - Good. Do it.
Yes, sir.
Have you made any progress yet?
It's confusing, all this stuff.
Maybe it's a question of focus.
Now get on with it.
Do you intend to kill him?
So what if he dies? There's a college campus here.
I can find another scientist.
What are you looking at?
Abbott made physiology schematics of the aliens.
- We're running out of time. - I know.
Any weaknesses?
The half-breeds have failing immune systems,
so we should be able to kill Amelia with any common contaminant.
What kind of contaminant?
Hydrochlorine gas. Should produce a fatal infection.
That won't work on Sara. How the hell are we gonna kill her?
- Where do you think you're going? - This isn't my problem.
Look at me!
You might be fine now. What about later?
You're our only hope. It's up to you now.
Your ova cells look okay.
You can see on that monitor right there.
I should be able to inject the DNA directly into it.
What happens after that?
We'll have to grow it to maturity
in a solution of carbon-based molecules...
a membrane bag, basically.
Once embryo growth has started,
we just keep increasing the container size
until it's developed enough to breathe air.
Go ahead.
What are you waiting for?
Please... don't make me do this.
Do it.
- They should be coming out soon. - This better work.
He's got my eggs!
There he is.
Hey, you okay?
So... how's things?
- Wonderful. Is this them? - Yeah, the DNA and ova cells.
All right, we got the container. They'll follow that.
- Who's this guy? - My driver.
Dude, you're right. I shouldn't have sent that e-mail.
Just get in.
Hey! Hold it right there!
- I'm gonna need some time! - Give me the eggs!
Listen, why don't I just head on home?
Let's go! You're with me!
This way!
Warning. Containment door closing.
Dr. Turner. Access granted.
Reload password.
Containment door closed.
Tokamak depressurizing.
Christ. It's the eggs.
- She's following the eggs. - Exactly.
That's the plan. Let's go!
She's buying it.
Where in the hell's Dean? He should be here!
Take me to the control room.
Up here!
Warning. Tokamak depressurizing.
What are you guys up to, anyway?
Later.
- The remote's gone! - What?
He's taking control of the reactor. It's activated!
He's lowering the pressure in the reactor room.
You better know what you're doing, Dean.
Who's in here?
Hold it right there! Don't move!
What?
Something wrong with my face?
One last thing.
Warning. Tokamak depressurizing.
- He's powering down the magnets! - Just stick to the plan, Dean.
This thing's gonna blow!
What are you talking about? This was not part of the plan!
- Close the shaft, Dean. - Why?
If he doesn't secure the shaft,
the explosion will release into the atmosphere,
taking all of us with it!
What?
Damn it, Dean, close down the shaft!
Warningl. Magnetic Failure.
Now! Now!
Now! Close the fucking shaft, Dean!
- Magnetic... - Oh, shit!
Sara, no!
Oh, shit! Hold on!
I think it's over.
Containment door secured. Magnets repowering.
I guess he closed the shaft.
Yeah.
Let's go find Dean!
Come on! Let's go!
We're still trying to understand the cause of the explosion.
The experimental reactor was located deep inside this power plant.
The access records show that a man named Dr. Nicholas Turner
was using the system at the time of the blast.
If he sunvived it. We'd centainly like to talk to him.
- You're awake! - Yeah.
- How ya feeling? - Not bad.
Doc says you're gonna be okay.
Yeah.
Oh, I brought your favorite dirty magazine.
Did you see Wasach on TV?
Yeah... said you should come see him sometime
in Washington when you're feeling better.
- Really? - It's all cool.
Turner's taking the rap.
He even thanked us on behalf of the government.
Listen, man, about this whole thing...
I'm sorry.
- I'm hungry. You hungry? - Yeah, sure.
No.
Oh, no.
- What are you... - What's up?
What the hell is going on here?
I'm just doing a little cleanup.
No, I mean upstairs! There's...
- Oh, Christ. - All right, just relax.
There's something I haven't told you.
Come on!
- You said it was over. - It is over.
She's got what she wants now.
What she... What did you do?
There was still some remnants of the half-breed DNA,
so I stripped away the damaging human strains
and created him.
You see, Abbott's mistake was relying on Sara's eggs.
After all, she couldn't mate with anything
that was from her own genetic material.
So I created another one, solely from the other DNA.
It's two separate lines.
Well, you're on your own now, so...
be careful.
Sara, wait.
That night on the catwalk, you saved my life,
but your eggs were already gone.
You had no more use for me.
Why'd you do it?
Maybe you'll find the answer to that someday.
Well, that's just great.
We go through all that, and in the end,
you give her a goddamn boyfriend.
Nobody should be alone, man.
You've just sentenced the world to destruction, my friend.
You realize once those two start mating...
I didn't say he was fertile, did I?
- You mean, you made him... - Sterile.
I tweaked the chromosomes before I even started.
What happens once they figure out he's sterile?
They might not take too kindly to that.
I don't know.
Come on, I'll buy you breakfast.
It's my turn, anyway.