Ronny? Hey, it's Lise.
I know, I know. I want to, baby, but I just can't.
I've basically been, like, abducted.
I don't know, but she looks a lot like my older sister.
Yeah, the Surgeon General.
You know.
Me too. Ditto.
Listen, I can't talk here. Take my number and call me back.
It's area code 303, 560...
Ronny? Jenny!
That was low. That was really low.
Thank you so much.
OK, fine. I'll stay a month. That won't be so bad, right?
No offence, it's just I don't think Snowfield can exactly compare to LA
activity wise.
And, besides, like Mom's gonna need me to go back soon.
Mom will be fine, Lisa.
Anyway, it's healthier up here.
Less smog, less gunfire.
I like smog. I like gunfire. Less Ronny.
Oh, you don't even know him. I know the type.
He's cute. They always are.
Well, how many people live here? Four hundred in the winter.
In the summer, with the tourists it can be 4000.
I guess it's kind of cute in a dorky sort of way.
Is it always this quiet? No.
No, it isn't.
Hilda, we're home!
You'll love Hilda housekeeper of the gods.
When I left this morning she was promising apple pie.
Hmm. No message.
Jenny, Jenny!
Go, go stand over there. Go!
Looks like somebody beat the shit out of her.
No. She died suddenly.
How do you know?
There's no blood.
There's no sign of struggle.
God.
The phone's dead.
Being out of order now it's kinda strange, don't ya think?
What if she was killed?
What if the killer's still in the house?
Shit!
Police station's four blocks. We'll walk.
OK.
You OK? Mmm. I feel like I'm gonna be sick.
OK, we're almost there.
It's a disease, Jenny! Just wait.
Screw waiting, Jenny! I don't want to die like this.
Lisa, we're not gonna die, OK? We're gonna be fine.
Calm down. Why calm down? You brought me here!
I'm sorry. You're just scared.
I am too.
Just let me do this.
Check the phone.
OK.
Anybody.
Nothing.
Weren't shooting at a disease were you, Paul?
He got off three rounds. More.
He's a pro, right? I mean, he hits what he aims at.
So? Where's the blood, Jenny?
If it's a disease why do you need a gun?
Whatever.
Do you know how to use it? I understand the concept.
It's like this.
See? LA's good for somethin'.
Everybody's dead.
No, it can't be.
Not a whole town.
Is there a nuke plant around here? No.
Big military base? No.
I thought maybe... it's radiation?
Radiation doesn't kill in a blink.
Besides, there'd be burns, lesions.
It was running before.
I saw it.
Jacob and Anna Lieberman. This is their bakery, they're always here.
Let's go around the back. Come on.
Something's up there. Keep moving!
Jacob!
Anna?
The stump's like cauterized.
It's some freaking maniac.
One maniac couldn't have wiped out a whole town.
It's just a Bundt cake. It's just a Bundt cake.
Not that way, out the front!
Who are you?
What do you want?
Come on.
How ya doin'?
What the hell's goin' on here?
Stu, let's go!
Stu.
Stu, you OK?
Yeah.
Fine.
Good.
Can we go yet? No, not yet.
OK. I want to get a forensics guy down here, right?
I want three sheriff's deputies. You can't do that.
Sheriff Hammond. What?
You can't bring more people here. Why?
There could be a toxic component. Toxic? Oh, yeah.
Whatever got those two was definitely toxic.
Those people were decapitated.
But not your deputy, Henderson, or my housekeeper. That was something else.
We should get them out of here.
You don't know what this is. OK, just calm down a second.
You've got to be certain. Doctor! I'm in charge here.
All right?
I'm gonna go outside get on the radio
and I'm gonna figure this thing out.
OK?
Here. Let's go.
Paul Henderson was on the phone to us at HQ. The line just went dead.
We got here as soon as we could.
He used to be FBI like me and Bryce.
He was a good cop.
If Paul was attacked why didn't he see it coming?
Paul didn't make mistakes. Just one.
Ex cuse me?
If anybody was alive wouldn't that have brought them out?
Those lights that's the Candleglow Inn.
Stu! All right, Steve bring them along.
Stu. Stu.
Hey! Stu!
Are you OK?
Yeah.
OK. 'Cause I need you to be OK here.
All right?
I'm OK. You OK?
Yeah.
OK, then.
Since you've been here have you heard any barking?
Barking? No.
Seen any dogs or cats? No.
Well, it's off season. There are only four rooms booked, all upstairs.
There might be someone in the manager's apartment down here.
Where you want to start... Chief?
Holy shit.
Hi.
You wanna tell me what happened here?
What are you doin', Stu?
Oh, Jesus. I was, uh... I was just, uh...
Lookin' for clues. Yeah.
Watch the hallway, all right? OK.
You OK? Yeah.
You feel sick? No, good.
Doctor?
Stay here.
Be careful.
Watch the hallway, Stu.
This door was locked from the inside. I had to break it open.
There's nobody in there so... how'd she get out?
Through a window? There is no window. Look at this.
Hey.
You wanna see somethin'?
What?
You wanna see somethin'? No.
Who's Timothy Flyte?
I have no idea. I was hoping you would know.
He's no one local.
Is it one of the killers? I assume so.
A woman was escaping from this guy Flyte, writes on the mirror.
Why be obscure? Why not write a clear message?
She wrote it in lipstick...
but where's the tube?
Vanished along with whoever used it
from a locked, windowless room.
What is this?
Well, whatever it is it wasn't here before.
That's a gold tooth. Like Nazis.
Concentration camps. They leave anything of value.
But this is just junk... Don't touch it.
Buttons. Strips 'em right to their skins.
Beyond the skin.
Enny, what is that?
It's a pacemaker. You gotta be kiddin' me.
Now, this guy... This guy's got an edge.
There's been no guest named Timothy Flyte.
There are seven people checked into those four rooms. We found one body.
Where's everybody else? Maybe they're still alive.
Somewhere.
Mmm.
I think we were supposed to find that message on the mirror.
I'm gonna run the name "Flyte" by headquarters and see what...
Bryce. What?
I don't like this, man.
That was not here before! No way. We'd have seen it.
Help! Help me!
Bryce, cover me! Steve, wait!
No!
The message read "Timothy Flyte, the Ancient Enemy."
That's F L Y T E. 'Ten four, Sheriff.'
Set up a roadblock at the Snowfield turn off. Close the entire town down.
Nothing comes in and nothing gets out. And I want federal assistance.
Armed federal specialists. 'Receiving poorly. Ten one.'
Fort Sherwood has an antiterrorist unit for bacteriological threats.
'Breaking up.' Come on! No!
Fort Sherwood. I want the whole strike force.
Big firepower, full analytical assistance. Send everyone they have.
I have one, possibly two officers dead. I may even have hundreds dead.
'Cannot read... ' Jesus, Joe! Come on, Joe!
Hello?
Same thing I heard on the phone.
They didn't get the message. That means there won't be any help coming.
Of course there will, Lisa. Not in time.
So, guess we're on our own.
Whoa. Wait a minute, Stu.
Hey! Nobody's goin' off on their own here.
We still have a chain of command. This has to be a managed response.
Managed response?
I'm sorry, Sheriff. I don't have my book on me. Is that an FBI term?
What's your problem, Stu? Nothin'.
I'm just tryin' to learn to be a better cop.
You know what? That doctor sure is cute.
I'm not gonna have this conversation with you, Stu.
What conversation? Any conversation.
It seemed like the two of you were hittin' it off. Be a shame to...
I don't know what your problem is but it's not funny.
I know what you're tryin' to do so fuckin' cut it out.
I like the little sister, though. You notice how...
Stop! Stop! Cut it out! Shut up! All right? Enough.
Oh, oh, oh, oh! Easy, Chief.
Easy.
I got witnesses.
Why don't you just calm down?
Ow.
Sheriff, is that what you meant when you said a "managed response"?
Who are you?
What was that? It came from over here.
No, here! The window!
What?
Is that a bird? No way.
Even if help's coming it's not gonna be till daybreak.
I wouldn't worry. Whatever it was won't be comin' back in here.
What makes you so sure of that?
Well, for one thing
we probably just shot it about 30 times, Sheriff.
Well...
doesn't mean it's dead.
Oh, no!
Oh...
It ate through his face.
Consumed the eyes
most of the soft tissue and the entire brain.
Which is impossible the brain weighs six or seven pounds.
It just devoured it in in seconds.
And it almost got Lisa.
No.
It wanted Deputy Wargle first.
It wants men like him most of all.
What do you mean it wants men like him?
Well, it's the devil don't you think?
Come up from hell tonight?
I think he wants to dance with us.
Dr Flyte?
Wilson and Hawthorne, FBI.
We're just here to ask you a few questions
about a series of articles you've written.
The FBI reads Wide World News?
Only if it's about the... "Ancient Enemy".
They're based on a treatise I published while at Oxford.
Got you kicked of the faculty. They weren't quite that rude.
It's a pretty radical theory.
I used to believe that any theory once published with evidence
then became open to discussion and debate.
But I learned how envious vindictive and vicious
the academic community can be.
They're swine. Polite swine, but swine, nonetheless.
Convincing the world to consider a new idea takes patience, perseverance
and a willingness to fight the good fight in any media forum one can.
Which is why a big paleobiologist like yourself works here.
No, I need the money.
We'd like you to come with us. Why?
I've merely exercised my rights to...
It's a matter of national security.
You OK?
How do you think your sister's holding up?
I don't know. She's had a rough time.
Our mother is not exactly the best role model.
How do you mean? She drinks.
I thought bringing Lisa up here would... help.
Help you or help her?
Both of us.
I have this need to... take charge.
Yeah. I noticed that.
So, Harvard...
a few years with the FBI...
What are you doin' here?
Yeah. See.
He had a gun...
He was hiding in a closet
and the gun turned out to be a toy.
Carrying his picture around with you?
Why torture yourself?
He shouldn't be forgotten.
I need an escort. Uh, I'll I'll do it.
OK. You're all set.
This is so embarrassing. I'll be right outside.
OK.
God damn it.
Don't be stupid.
You wanna see somethin'?
You...
are so fuckin' cute!
No! God, he's in there!
Jenny!
There was nobody in there. Yes, there was.
They couldn't just evaporate.
That bathroom at the inn no windows, a locked door.
Yes! Hey!
They're here! Thank God.
What the hell? Come on!
Reconnaissance. Infrared photography. He's not gonna stop.
Get your stuff. I'm gonna get you out of here.
I am a legal resident of the United States.
I have the same civil rights as you.
If I'm under arrest I have the right to an attorney.
If I'm not under arrest this could easily be construed as kidnapping.
If you people at this newspaper know where Elvis is, we'd like to know.
What?
We've been looking for him for a long time.
Yes, sir. The King sure is slippery.
You can't stay here alone, 40 miles from any place, anybody.
Somebody's got to be here when the Feds show up. Just go, OK?
Come on.
All right. Pop the hood.
You gotta be kidding me.
Looks like it's been crushed in a hydraulic press.
Help me! Help me, please!
No one's really out there.
It's just trying to bait us like your deputy at the inn.
OK. Let's Let's go back inside.
Guns won't do it, General. We're not just about guns, Doctor.
Why not shoot me dead, right here right now, and save a lot of trouble?
Do you people hire only stunt drivers?
We're interested in this "Ancient Enemy".
Not the tabloid stuff the hard science.
I assume that history is filled with mysterious disappearances
for which nobody can provide adequate, logical explanations.
For instance? December 10, 1939
in the hills outside Nanking, China
an army of 3000 Chinese soldiers vanished without a trace
long before they reached the battlefield.
No bodies, no graves, no witnesses.
Consider the Mayan cities of Copan Piedras Negras, Palenque in 610 AD
deserted overnight, hundreds of thousands of Mayans missing.
Theories of disease or war don't explain why there were no mass graves
and evidence shows that Mayan families vanished
after preparing elaborate dinners but before eating them.
And there's the disappearance of the English colony
on Roanoke Island North Carolina in 1590.
Many others. Many.
Just what is this... thing?
Chaos. Chaos in the flesh.
This is our field lab.
It's bacteriologically secure and can withstand point blank mortar fire.
No terrorist can take this thing out.
We're operating on the basis of a broken communication from Snowfield.
And area recon, both inconclusive.
Our scientific team is grouped to cover every possible contingency.
Let me remind you that Dr Flyte's name was found in Snowfield.
One of the victims scrawled it on a mirror.
It was a desperate dying act, but the victim must have seen something
to lend some credence to Dr Flyte's theory.
Well, uh, breakfast and dinner are here.
We're never gonna get out of here, none of us.
Hey, listen. I don't know what this thing is, but it's playing with us...
The lights, the noises on the phone the moth with Wargle.
I don't know what it wants but if we keep our heads straight
we're gonna get out of here I promise you.
How can you be so sure?
Maybe we are gonna make it.
Sheriff Hammond. I heard deputies Wargle and Shannon were here.
Yes, they were, uh... They were killed during the night.
Then it is ongoing.
The name on the mirror. How do you fit into this?
Reluctantly. The first thing we need to know
is what we're dealing with what kind of threat it is...
biological, chemical or other.
Well, I'm... I'm leaning toward "other".
Come on! Pick it up! Move, move!
Bernstein house, 214 Vail Street.
They were about to have dinner...
when something happened.
Recording. Residence of Dr Jennifer Pailey.
Kitchen. Evidence of severe trauma perhaps toxicological injury.
In the 48 hours prior to the events did your office receive any reports
of power failures, telephone interruptions, lights in the sky?
No flying saucers if that's what you mean.
Should be a major junction box here. We'll tap into it, power up the lab.
Doctor!
Look at this.
Recording. At the base of the statue of Mary...
Al almost like an an offering.
There's a large accumulation of metal buttons
wristwatches, jewellery... Everything metal.
Not an offering, undigested remains.
And a little something preserved and put aside for later...
like a spider might do it.
Got something, Harker.
Looks like some kind of breach in the trunk lines.
That would account for the interrupted phone service.