My name is Daggon. I come from the planet Cirron,
about 100 million light-years from Earth
in the Migar solar system.
I was a tracker once, and was until my wife and daughter
were killed by a criminal called Rhee.
He was sent to the prison SAR-TOP
vowing he would serve out his sentence.
But Rhee found a way to escape
traveling through a wormhole-
a short-cut from space to the planet Earth.
I knew I couldn't let him go. So I pursued him here.
I needed a human image when I arrived.
So I created one
from the first thing I saw-
the billboard by the side of the road.
Now they call me Cole.
Rhee too needed a form.
Like the other prisoners at SAR-TOP
his life-force was taken from him and given back
in daily quantities to discourage escape.
However, Rhee took a human life-
All right, all right.
Cole: -a host body in the shape of a woman.
Using her body to survive, he'll continue
his killing spree in this unsuspecting world.
Now I'm a tracker again.
I will find him,
whatever it takes.
Slow day, huh?
Why don't you and I go...
...kill a little time?
Kill?
There has got to be more than one service station
in DeKalb County. Call another one.
My car is dead here.
I already told the other guy, everything just stopped.
I don't know how, it just stopped.
First the radio, then the AC, then the engine.
I need help here, okay?
Just find somebody and get a tow truck out here.
This is not a shortcut.
I knew when I was told it was a shortcut it wasn't a shortcut.
Hey, are you okay?
I don't know how you did it. I'm grateful you fixed my car,
I really am. But how about throwing me something here?
Where's your clothes?
I can't believe I'm going to do this.
Come on, get in the... car.
Close the door.
What's your name? I'm Mel.
A ride to Chicago, that's it. Do we understand each other?
Good.
What do you say we keep the chit-chat to a minimum?
Sorry, I didn't have any clothes in your size.
Stop it! You'll stretch it.
It was a gift from my grandmother.
Do you have anything to say? E
What, are you crazy?! You trying to kill us both?!
What is wrong with you?!
Look...
Good luck, okay?
Talk to me.
You did it. You brought in a Tuesday night crowd.
Look at all these people.
All these people are leaving. Why are they leaving?
It's Tuesday night. They're moving on.
They'll be back with friends. It's a great way
to get new customers. Look, there's one now.
Our loss and it's a shame.
But do you have any idea how much money
a gay bar can rake in?
- What, a gay bar? - Welcome to Watchfire.
Cool T-shirt.
- I am Cole. - Mm-hmm.
I need ID.
Nice chest. Not going to card you.
Give us a second.
Sure.
Here's the deal, Cole.
I'm going to fix you something to eat, okay?
And you can stay here tonight only.
I can't do any more than that.
Hello?
Everything all right?
What was that?
That light. What was that light?
Your friend Cole is back and he's upstairs.
You're kidding me.
That's it. I want answers now.
Who are you?
What was with the light and the computers and-
what the hell is all this?
Rhee likes to kill.
He makes hormone...
when excited.
It can be measured.
I'm getting it.
I am getting it now. This has all been a ruse,
some kind of deep cover thing. Am I right?
You needed a base of operations.
Someplace where nobody would suspect you.
Not to mention, an identity
where you wouldn't have to answer questions.
Yes? Of course.
You're a government agent.
Yes, ma'am.
Rhee is going to kill again... soon.
- Faster. - I'm going as fast as I can.
No-ooo!
We've blown the engine.
Cole!
Please, I need help.
Okay, get in.
Here we are again, Tracker.
You will go back, Rhee.
But I'm having so much fun down here.
I was hoping you wouldn't feel the energy
of the escapees' life-forces.
You have what you came for. Now go.
Better hurry. The wormhole is collapsing.
Zin? You did this?
It's time for you to leave, now.
Rhee was test of the wormhole?
Bingo.
Why?
Make this easy on her and leave.
- Cole. - Many prisoners have come?
218 of them.
- Prisoners? - Would you shut up?
- I trusted you, Zin. - You know what they say.
Never trust a Vardian. Sorry.
- Cole? - He was a scientist.
Yes, unfortunately for my planet,
not a particularly appreciative one.
Your planet?
If you don't enter the wormhole, I will kill her.
Now!
Cole!
I need your help, Mel.
I know.
I found this in the basement. I think it still works.
- Cole: Eew! - Oh.
How many more do you think you're going to need?
- Many more. - Many more.
If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are we doing?
Looking for them.
What is this?
- Just a train. - What is a train?
A form of transportation.
They came here same as me.
My life-force was whole.
I made myself from big picture on the road.
Billboard. And they did the same thing.
- No. - Why not?
In prison their life-forces were taken
and given back in small portions each day.
When they came they needed life-forces quickly,
or they would die.
You mean human bodies?
Yes.
So, the question is,
where do they find 218 people
in the middle of nowhere, fast?
Train.
Cole?
I just wanted to talk to you about-
What's that?
It holds life-forces.
To be a little bit more specific?
This takes life-forces from prisoners.
Then they are stored here.
No.
Each one is a cell.
Wait a minute?
You mean that you suck the fugitives' life-forces
out of their human bodies and then...
- ... put them in those balls? - Yes.
Where did this come from?
Came with me.
Woman: He's going to live here?
Mel: It's just temporary.
He needs a place and we could use the help.
- He'll do odd jobs. - That would be odd, all right?
He's not a bad guy when you get to know him.
He's actually a lot like us.
So, where's he going to stay?
There.
Man #1: You guys follow me over here.
Okay, blue team, follow me.
Man #2: Red, over here. This way.
- Man #1: Slow down, hold, hold. - Man #3: Up against the wall!
- Spread out. - Freeze!
- All right, tranq him. - Over here, let's go.
- Where did he go? - Hold still now.
Officer: Let's get this under control.
Lock him up. Lock him up, we've got it.
- Where did he go? - Spread out, cover me.
The other one's gone. Can't tell where he went.
We'll search the perimeter.
The one who was chasing him got away.
Second team, stand down.
Subject is secure.
We've got the alien.
You have no idea who they were?
No, but they looked military and knew Kras was an alien.
- Kras? - The Nodulian I was chasing.
The one that Nestov said was a courier for Zin.
I was trying to intercept him before he made his delivery.
Do you know what he was carrying?
No. If Zin sent him it must have been important.
If it gets into the wrong hands, it could be damaging.
Cole, this is not good.
If they know about him, they could know about you.
I don't think their research is that extensive.
We've only been here a couple of months.
I know, but what if Kras talks?
Then there will be a huge mobilization.
They would hunt us down.
If you looked under the term "pack rat" in the dictionary,
not only would you find a photo of your grandmother,
you'd find an entire tribute to her.
- What is that? - You tell me.
Hey, Cole.
Bye, Cole.
Is it me, or is the strong and silent type
a little too silent these days?
He's got a lot on his mind.
Mel, his mind isn't something I pay much attention to.
I noticed.
- Where did you get this? - You know the cubbyhole
- next to the water-heater? - Yeah.
That was way in the back,
behind all the useless boxes of junk.
If I hadn't moved every box, I never would have found it.
I don't really want to know the answer to this,
but I'm going to ask anyway. What were you doing in there?
Chasing a rat. A big hairy one.
I knew I didn't want to know.
I picked through that already. There's nothing valuable.
Are you kidding me?
This is my grandmother's...
letters and pictures.
This is a real find.
It's a find, all right.
- What are you doing? - Trying to find
the potential route the van took after it drove away.
Why was Kras in prison? Was he a courier up there?
He transported everything from neural simulators
to micro-nuclear transponders.
This is crazy.
Not only do you have to round up these fugitives,
now the government's after you.
No one's after me yet.
I just have to make sure it stays that way.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Do you know who these military guys are?
Not yet, that's what I'm trying to find out.
There are a lot of photo satellites above your planet.
I know, it's like "Candid Camera" in outer space.
"Candid Camera"?
It's a TV show where they hide the camera
and they have this whole big setup.
- And someone- - Okay, Mel.
These were taken just after Kras was captured.
My tax dollars at work. Remind me to shut my blinds.
That wouldn't matter. They'd still see through them.
Great.
These are the most recent ones of the area.
- Cole, I'm worried. - I can't let them
get any information.
You said the men that took this guy were heavily armed.
I'll be fine.
I will.
Kras: Please.
I didn't do anything.
- Vitals? - Pulse is 120.
Respiration shallow. BP's 90 over 40.
- It's too hot. - Thermal setting,
104 degrees.
Let's bring it up to 108.
- No, please. - All you have to do
is tell me what I want to know, Wes,
and we'll make it all go away.
I don't know what you're talking about?
Your low tolerance for heat is fascinating.
Is that typical of your species?
What are you talking about. I'm the same species as you.
108 degrees isn't that hot- if you were human.
You'd be uncomfortable but not moaning in pain,
or dangerously dehydrated.
- 112. - Oh, no.
Tell me about the man who was chasing you.
Is he one of you?
Are there more?
You have something he wants, don't you?
I don't know what you want me to say.
I was on my way home from work when you guys jumped me.
120.
This is a mistake. I have a wife and kids.
I work for a pharmaceutical company.
We know you don't live at home anymore.
And you walked away from your job.
We tracked the large energy source as it entered
the Earth's atmosphere and terminated near
a train station several months ago.
Our investigation turned up some disturbing trends.
Perfectly normal people walking away from their lives
and responsibilities, their families.
People like you, Wes.
We also took some DNA samples on you.
We know a lot more about you than you think.
Let's get him some water.
Just as soon as he tells me what I want to know.
Oh, please.
Why don't we bring it up to an even 130?
I'm going to find out what makes you tick,
even if I have to dissect you myself.
What do you think this is?
Don't know. Maybe a Christmas ornament.
- Too heavy. - Whatever.
I'm sure it's as worthless as the rest of that junk.
I'm just taking a guess here,
but you're not the sentimental type, are you?
You know how much I loved your grandmother
but the way that woman hoarded everything...
Hello, hello, hello.
What's that?
Her diary.
- Finally something interesting. - No, we can't.
Why not?
Okay, just a peek.
Come on.
- Hey. - Hey.
This is a restricted area. Show me your pass.
Hey.
Get your hands up!
Do it now!
Freeze! Put 'em up.
Get 'em up.
- Water? - No, thank you.
The other one was dying for a drink.
- Other what? - The other alien.
- Alien? - The one you were chasing.
Let me show you something.
This is from the southeast perimeter fence security camera.
Ah! Here comes the good part.
That is an impressive display of non-human acrobatics.
We know what you are.
What's the other one to you?
Superior, subordinate? Mate, child?
He has something you want.
Well, isn't this nice?
A little reunion.
You either tell me what I want to know
or you're going to end up like your friend.
He's not my friend.
You two are adversaries?
Like different sides of the galactic battleground?
He doesn't look well.
He didn't care much for the heat.
Perhaps you should give him some water.
You do care about him.
It's called basic humanity.
What do you two know about being human?
Take him back to his cell.
And take it up to 110.
Now you know what you have to look forward to.
Can I have some water, please?
Your grandmother used to run a speak-easy.
Come on, Mel, let me read the rest.
No.
- It's not right. - It was a minute ago.
A speak-easy.
All those nights of "Truth or Dare" and she never let on.
You played "Truth or Dare" with my grandmother?
Amongst other things. Get some tequila in her-
Tequila?
She used to knit me doilies.
You think knitting doilies was her whole life?
Come on, Mel.
Just one little look.
What harm can it cause?
It's private.
Fine.
Check the readout again.
The thermal unit is operating normally.
We're at 110 degrees.
Boost to 125.
Whoa!
How long have you been on Earth?
Are there more like you?
- 150. - Oo-ooh!
Dr. Connolly, the subject's vitals are changing.
Heart rate, pulse, respiration, BP, all up.
Metabolism accelerating.
- Adrenaline increasing. - He's energizing from the heat.
Reverse the process. Implement a cool down.
He's breaking free.
He's still got his strength.
You've got to cool him down more.
Prepare a cold room for him.
Keep the temperature down near freezing.
Dr. Connolly, the subject's vitals are dropping.
- "V" fib. - Charge the defibrillator.
Still charging.
- Come on, hurry! - Fully charged.
Clear.
- Again! - Clear.
We could try warming him up again.
I can't take that chance. Again!
- Clear. - Again.
Clear.
Damn it!
The shock of going from one extreme to the other
must have been too much.
How could this alien be so susceptible to the cold?
Damned if I know. The autopsy should tell us.
- Let me know what you find. - Yes, sir.
All right. Let's get on with this.
Start the recorder.
This tape is classified under penalty of imprisonment.
You must posses a class I clearance to view this.
Subject appears to be a 35-year-old human male.
Caucasian.
Average build.
What we find on the inside might prove that wrong.
Number 10 blade.
I'm going to begin with a "Y" incision.
Good God.
Easy.
Thank you.
What the hell just happened?
- Hey! - What are you doing?
You've got to read that. You're grandmother was amazing.
This is private.
No more. Okay?
Okay.
It's getting kind of weird anyway.
Weird?
What do you mean, weird?
I don't know, maybe she wrote some of that stuff
after one of her tequila Tuesdays.
25th of August.
"Circle of stones. Keepers of light.
Miles below where day becomes night.
Darkness descends from skies up above.
Faith in the key protects those we love. "
Poetry?
I don't think so.
Did your grandmother ever mention belonging to
a witches' cult or anything?
No.
At least not that I remember.
- What do you mean he's gone? - He escaped.
- How is that possible? - He wasn't dead.
He must have been in a cryogenic state
- and the lights woke him up. - He sat up when we started.
- Why didn't you stop him? - We tried, but he disappeared.
- How did he get out? - I don't know.
I want a complete lock-down of this facility.
Nobody in or out. Alert the main gate.
I mean nobody! Facility operator,
this is Connolly. I want maximum AC.
We have to drop the temperature throughout the facility.
What happened to the lights?
Why aren't the backup's coming on?
- Find out what's happening. - Yes, sir.
- Come on, let's go. - Let's go.
Guard: That's him.
What's going on?
Don't pull away. As long as I'm touching you
- you're in hyperspeed with me. - How can we be in hyperspeed?
Artificial hyperspeed. It's a prototype.
- Where did it come from? - Zin's been developing it.
It's only 85%% effective though.
And like the real Cirronian thing...
it doesn't last long.
Whoa. Jeez.
Would you put that thing away, please?
Tell me why I should trust you.
You don't have much of a choice, do you?
- Good point. - Come on.
Why are you helping me?
I know we're on different sides but right now it's us or them.
Zin won't be too happy with you.
At least you helped me out in that experiment room.
Zin would have left me to die.
Yes, he would have.
Tell me about this device.
Zin wants to use it to level the playing field.
How did you stop them from finding it?
You really don't want to know.
Quick, in here.
- What happened? - The charge is out.
It's got some internal atomic system
which automatically recharges itself.
It will take some time to heat up,
although it will recharge a lot quicker than you will.
Are you sure this is going to work?
It better.
This is Connolly. South wing is secure.
We're moving east. Keep the formation tight.
I don't want anything slipping through this sweep.
Before it gets out Connolly has aliens, we'll all be dead.
When they examined you, what did they do?
Everything, including getting a sampling of my DNA.
They got a thick database on me. Probably got one on you.
I need to destroy that information.
What?
- What are you doing? - Accessing the internet.
Cole, this is no time to check your e-mail.
Nodulians.
Grandma.
Mel? It's Cole. Can you hear me?
Mel?
- Hello, Mel? - Cole?
- I can hear you. - Mel, if you can hear me,
speak into the microphone close to the computer screen.
Cole, I'm here.
Where are you?
I'm sending you a list of commands
I need you to type them in and press enter.
I don't know how to use your thing-a-majig.
There's a keyboard on the shelf behind you, can you see it?
- Yes. - Plug it into the mainframe.
- What's the mainframe? - The unit in front
of the middle screen on the desk.
Okay.
Done.
Once you receive the commands, I need you to execute them,
and download a program that will make this system inoperable.
- You mean a virus? - It's close to being charged.
I want a security report.
West wing is clear. Moving on.
Tell her to hurry.
Did you find that Kras guy?
This is no time for small talk.
- Did you receive the commands? - I think so.
It's a string of letters and numbers, right?
- It's almost charged. - Yes, that's it.
Type them in and press enter.
Tell her to push the big button on the right.
Secure the offices. We'll be down here.
It's charged. Let's go.
Not until the virus has been activated.
Report on the front gate. Anything unusual, let me know.
- Hurry, Mel. - I'm almost done.
- Open it. - Cole.
One more minute.
If they capture us, it won't matter if the virus
is activated or not. Let's go.
Go ahead. Continue the search.
Keep me informed.
Mel: Okay, I'm done.
Cole?
Cole, are you there?
Did the virus download okay?
Yes, Mel. It downloaded fine.
Great, you want to tell me what's going on?
You'll never make it out of here
Come.
Cole: What's happening?
The charge is supposed to last longer.
It's cutting out, damn it.
It's gone.
Dr. Connolly. Dr. Connolly, we've secured.
This is patrol three. We found the doctor.
How long do you think before they find Connolly?
I think they just did.
Come on.
- How are you feeling? - Better.
Too many guards. There are probably more inside.
- You want to go back in? - Are you kidding?
After what that sadist did to me?
I'll take my chances out here, thank you very much.
I was joking.
- Nodulians. - That's not funny.
Come on, come on.
A lot of ground to cover in the open.
Maybe we should cause a distraction or something.
That won't work.
I guess we're going for it then.
We go one by one just in case.
- Both: I'll go. - No, I'll go.
- I've had more time to rest. - That doesn't matter.
Your species does better in water, remember?
What are you saying, that I'm slow on land?
Who couldn't catch who back in Chicago?
I would have caught you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - What?
- There's a guard coming. - I know, I saw him.
- Go now. - Thank you.
No. Go back.
Guard #1: That way, over there.
Guard #2: Spread out.
- Oh no, leave me. - Come on, come on.
- I should have gone first. - Would you be quiet?
Hold on until I can get you some help.
Stop it, stop it.
Okay, but just for a moment.
This human body is closing down.
There's still a chance I can save you.
I'd rather live on SAR-TOP than die on this planet.
You have to take my life-force.
No, take my life-force now.
Please.
Thanks for getting me out.
This is no time for small talk.
Think of the most beautiful place you've ever seen.
- I wonder what it is. - It's a tin triangle.
- Why don't you ask Cole? - Plan on it.
- Just as soon as he's back. - He's upstairs in his room.
Why didn't you tell me?
Do you have any idea how worried I've been?
- Worried about what? - You don't know?
- No. You really don't know?
- I really don't know. - About you.
About where you've been, what could have happened to you.
I was out looking for Kras.
Did you find him?
I found him.
He wasn't who I thought he would be.
- Are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.
Just call me next time.
- Okay. - It's just that I worry.
Yes, Mel, you do.
Why do your people want to harm us instead of talk to us?
- Did somebody hurt you? - No, not me.
But some people know about us.
- How many? - I'm not sure.
We'll be fine.
We erased the files.
We'll be fine.
You'll find everything I just laid out for you
detailed in that report, sir
Extraordinary.
I'm speechless.
- How many others know? - That report is an original.
And there are no copies. My agency is compartmentalized.
And the men who work for me only know bits and pieces,
as per security protocol.
- Excellent. Thank you, sir.
I'll be sure to recommend you for a commendation.
Thank you, General.
Yes, this is General Young.
I need you to arrange for reassignment.
Dr. Ross Connolly.
To the Perry University Research Center.
Yes, in the Arctic.
Effective immediately, thank you.
I've taken care of your problem.
Thank you, General. I'll make the deposit to your account.
Welcome to the complex.
You are here because you're the brightest we have
and because you can be trusted.
The last group here was reassigned
due to a serious breach in security.
As you may know, we do a multitude of research
and development here, which has both civilian
and military applications.
What you may not know
is that we have one patient at this facility.
Meet Wes Tarver. 34-years-old. Accountant.
Born in Cleveland, Ohio.
He was brought here by Dr. Connolly
who believed that Mr. Tarver was not of this Earth.
Your low tolerance for heat is fascinating.
Is that typical of your species?
What are you talking about? I'm the same species as you.
108 degrees isn't that hot- if you were human.
You'd be uncomfortable but not moaning in pain,
or dangerously dehydrated.
- 112. - Oh, no.
Tell me about the man who was chasing you.
Is he one of you?
Are there more?
You have something he wants, don't you?
I don't know what you want me to say.
I was on my way home from work when you guys jumped me.
120.
Connolly and his staff carried out a series of tests,
none of which were conclusive. Before anything definitive
could be ascertained,
an unknown person
broke into the complex and attempted
to forcibly take Mr. Tarver out with him.
Cole: What's happening?
The charge is supposed to last longer.
It's cutting out, damn it.
- It's gone. - Guard: There's been a break.
Move it, move it. Come this way.
Cole: Now the ground's covering you.
- Guard #1: Move it. - Guard #2: Look at the roof.
- Guard #3: Up the alley-way, now.
No. Go back.
In the process Mr. Tarver was severely wounded.
And the mysterious stranger escaped.
Now, as you can see,
Mr. Tarver is being kept alive
with the latest medical technology
until we can restore him to health.
My superiors have informed me
that they will not tolerate the death of this civilian.
If we fail, the funding for this facility
will be immediately revoked.
To prevent this, we have brought in a specialist
in the field of molecular biochemistry.
May I introduce
Dr. Dennis Armstrong.
Good afternoon, ladies, gentleman.
While I can't guarantee
Mr. Tarver's full and complete recovery,
I think we stand a strong chance
of bringing him back from the brink.
I'd like to get started as soon as possible.
That happens to be my timetable as well.
How can we assist you in this operation, Dr. Armstrong?
All I need you to do is monitor the patient's vitals
- Doctor- - Hampton, Colleen Hampton.
Dr. Hampton, thank you.
What is that, exactly?
I don't want to bore you with the details, Doctor,
but this apparatus contains a very
unique form of adrenaline.
I'm hoping it will provide
Mr. Tarver with the jump-start his body needs.
Welcome back to the land of the living.
- Zin? - Rest now.
You need to save your energy.
Congratulations, Dr. Armstrong. You've done it.
Yes.
Yes, I have.
Yeah, baby. That's pretty.
You don't know what I'm seeing. You just don't know.
Make love to the camera. That's so pretty.
You've done this before. Hold that pose. Hold that.
That's it. Okay, okay.
A little more leg, baby. A little more leg.
That was pretty. That's sweet, that's sweet.
Here comes the money shot.
- I'm in a zone. - What is going on?
Oh hi, Mel. Just wrapping up with Miss February.
Oh, Miss February. What are you talking about?
"The Women of the Watchfire" calendar.
- Is there a problem? - No, Nestov, no problem.
But what in the hell you are talking about?
A calendar. Shows the months of the year.
Starts with January, then I believe February.
I know what a calendar is. What is this...
"Women of the Watchfire" thing?
A guaranteed money-maker. A very smart advertising ploy.
We shoot 12 beautiful women,
each representing a different month of the year.
Jennifer is Valentines Day, which is February.
- I got that. - I believe Kimberly is March
- and Sidney is April- - So how do they represent
- the "Women of the Watchfire"? - Don't get technical.
You think these oiled-up, overdeveloped hunks
in the firefighter's calendar work for the fire department?
- Cole needs to see you. - I'm working here, okay?
I'll be up when I'm ready. Easy with the camera.
This is a very expensive technical piece of equipment.
But I'll go, all right? We're done.
I'll see you later.
- You happy? - Yes.
You have to talk to this human, she's out of control.
- You have to learn to relax. - I caught up with Ziel.
Ziel? A really antisocial dude.
Killed 43 Desserians. Then went home
and snuffed-out his mother-in-law.
- I heard she did deserve it. - Before I took his life-force,
he told me Zin was close to finding
- what he was looking for. - You mean, what's buried
some place under The Watchfire?
Yes.
Somewhere there is a door that's opened by this key.
Behind the door, something Vardian.
If it's Vardian, then it has to be dangerous.
Has Wendy drawn the street to find out what you can?
Oh no, no, no, I've got Sidney coming in.
She's going to be downstairs right now.
Oh Miss March. Wait till you see.
Okay.
Cole, do you think he's right about it being dangerous?
Probably.
How dangerous?
There's really no way to measure that in Earth terms.
- Sid. - Mr. Foley.
- How do you like my outfit? - Nice, nice.
My plans have changed and I've got to reschedule.
How's tomorrow? - Let me check my Palm Pilot
and I'll see if I have anything going on tomorrow.
No, sorry, I can't. I have a 9:00 am aerobics class.
11:00 am I have my tennis lesson.
Lunch with my acting coach. 2:00 pm audition for Spielberg.
- Steven Spielberg? - Murray.
Murray?
Then I have my 5:00 paleontology class.
- You're studying paleontology? - Teaching.
- Teaching? Wow. - How's tonight? I'm free then.
- Tonight's great. - Okay.
What are you still doing here?
- Can't I have a conversation- - No!
No? You're cold.
- I'll call you later. - Okay.
- Zin. - It's Dr. Armstrong.
Of course.
It's all right. I've reprogrammed it.
How are you feeling?
This body will take some getting used to,
but it's good to be out in the world,
even if it's this one.
What happened after the wormhole?
There weren't sufficient humans on the train.
Fortunately I was able to store your life-force
until I found a suitable donor.
So, why now? Why him?
Same body was inhabited by Kras.
What happened to Kras?
The tracker.
The tracker's still alive?
He's proving more resourceful than I'd ever imagined.
He's collected over 20 of us, including your brother.
- I was afraid of that. - Well, Rhee was careless.
And overconfident. We have learned
not to make that mistake again.
In the meantime you'll allow that tracker
- to capture us one by one. - You'll have to learn
that Earthly virtue known as patience.
We are very close to obtaining our goal.
It's best we keep a low profile.
I have a blood oath to avenge my brother.
- The tracker must die. - In time, Remel, in time.
I brought you back, into this body,
so that I would have credibility and an ally in this complex.
- That device is here? - No.
But I believe there's information here
that would lead us directly to it.
So, you understand why you must keep
your violent impulses in check.
Yes?
- Any news of Nestov? - Not yet.
- You're still at it? - I'm still trying
to decipher these symbols.
It's a strange variant on an ancient Vardian
which is making it hard to translate.
This one means devastatial, but this one, see?
It could either mean overpowering or formidable.
Either one means bad news for us.
- Hey. - Have you heard of knocking?
The word on the street is Zin is up to something.
He's having a meeting tonight with a few of his inner circle
- to plan his final move. - Where?
- Penthouse at Aregly building. - You did good.
- Thank you. - What are you going to do?
I think in your culture it's called crashing Zin's party.
What are you doing in here?
That's really no concern of yours, General.
These files are strictly eyes only,
and those eyes don't include yours.
- I thought we had a deal? - I allowed you to come in,
resuscitate the patient and supervise his testing.
Our deal does not extend to give you access to documents
that may compromise national security.
You're right.
I'll double the amount of the deposit into your account.
And in exchange for that
I need to see the files from Dr. Milo Sandborn.
I couldn't give you that for any amount of money.
Can't? Or won't?
Don't force my hand, Doctor.
Or I will terminate this whole charade right now.
I think there's been a misunderstanding.
Yes.
If there's any termination to be done, General...
...it will be done by me.
Kras, I thought you were dead.
Think of me as an avenging angel.
Who are you?
Did you find Zin?
- No. - What happened?
I ran into an old friend.
Do you remember Wes Tarver?
The guy who was caught by the government?
- That's right. - I thought you took
- his life-force? - I did.
But when you do that, doesn't the human host die?
- Yes. - Are you going to explain it
or are you having fun keeping me in the dark?
I don't know if I can explain it.
Wes Tarver is now inhabited by a Vardian fugitive.
So when you sucked out Kras, another one jumped in?
Zin must have found a way to transfer the life-forces.
Oh wait.
What are you doing.
The way Tarver moved reminded me of someone.
But I have to find out who he is.
- Not my toaster. - I'll replace it.
I'll need these to take me back into the complex.
Wait a minute, you're not planning on going back there?
I don't have any choice.
I know the layout of the place, I can slip in
- without being noticed. - Even if you do get in,
how are you planning on staying safe?
I have an idea.
Zin: You could have ruined everything.
The tracker is the only thing that stands in our way.
Wouldn't our job be easier if he were out of the way?
You have no idea how tenuous our situation is,
how every person in the Migar system plays a part
- in our overall scheme. - Why don't you enlighten me?
All you need to know is that you must obey my instructions.
All right.
How did you find out I took the tracker on?
I have eyes everywhere in this city,
and beyond.
How did you manage to slip out of the complex
without setting off the alarm?
Maybe you're not as all-seeing and all-knowing as you believe.
Perhaps.
But disobey me again,
and I will rip the life-force out of this body.
And I understand
that when you are exposed to the Earth's atmosphere
it is a very painful death.
- Morning. - Good morning, Mel.
You've been at it all night, huh?
Requiring no sleep does come in handy at times like this.
- What did you find out? - I located a satellite
that was orbiting North America,
that had infrared scanning capabilities.
I was able to reprogram its telemetries
so that it's pointed at the exact coordinates
that the military base is located.
- You redirected a satellite? - Yes.
Someone's going to notice it's not doing what
- it's supposed to be doing? - Hopefully the Russians
won't use it until we're done with it.
Russians? You tapped into a Russian satellite?
Their technology is far more advanced than
the rest of the world has been led to believe.
- That's comforting. - Here, look.
Bird's-eye view of the base.
What are those?
Those are humans, or heat signatures to be precise.
The infrared scanner reads them as reddish-orange blobs.
- That's amazing. - Thank you.
What's that blue one?
That can be only one thing-
one of the fugitives.
You sure this patient file was from 1952?
That's my understanding.
Those files all seem to be missing.
Have you asked General Young about this?
Of course.
He gave me the authorization to look through these.
Unfortunately, he wasn't familiar
with this specific file.
Did you say the information you're looking for
came from the files of Doctor Milo Sandborn?
Yes.
Have you found something?
His name was on the front, but it's not a patient file.
Looks more like a renovation plan.
Leave it to the government
to classify office remodeling as top secret.
I'll keep looking.
Thank you, Dr. Hampton.
I appreciate your help.
I need you monitoring the screen at all times.
I've rigged this microphone so you can tell me what you see.
And this earphone is sensitive enough to pick up my voice
so we can communicate with each other.
Okay, but on the screen how do I know
which one is you and which one is a fugitive?
Since I am an energy-based being,
my signature will come up as white.
- Okay. - You control it with this.
- How do I operate this? - Here.
See, the image moves... left,
right, forward.
Use these two buttons to zoom in and zoom out.
- Got it. - I'm relying on you.
I won't let you down, Cole.
I know you won't.
You found out who Tarver is.
I narrowed it down to two.
The most likely is Remel.
Rhee's brother
Nestov: Yes, that's pretty.
Yes, baby.
Magical. Sweetness.
Does it get better? No, it does not.
Let me tell you something. I used to do feet for a living,
you know, just shoot feet, but I'm shooting body today.
Whoa! That's the money shot, right there.
Oh, does it get any better? Maybe.
Yes, very nice.
- Very, very spooky, Mama. - We are not even open yet.
- How did you get in here? - Door locks and security alarms
just aren't what they used to be.
Let me guess. Mother's Day.
You must have had a very unhappy childhood.
Take five, Broom Hilda. I'll be right back.
Did you see Cole when he came back last night?
- We talked. - So spill. How did it go?
Not according to the plan.
Oh, no, no, no. He's not blaming me.
The information I gave him was righteous.
I don't know how he feels about you right now,
but I suggest that you keep a low profile.
- All right, I hear that. - And Nestov.
- Yes. - No more photography in my bar.
Why not? The customers love it, I love it.
The calendar-buying public will love it.
Why not? I could think of a couple hundred reasons,
but I will start with the fact that it's dishonest.
I told you we're going to stretch the truth a little.
The bottom line is, sex sells.
I need another cup of coffee. When I get back,
- you'd better be gone. - Five minutes.
Okay, two.
Okay, we've got two minutes.
That's nice. Two minutes to make magic.
Mel, is it clear up ahead?
You're clear.
Wait, get back. One red blob coming up on your right.
Very good, Mel.
There's activity behind you.
It's just one of the scientists.
That scientist is reading blue.
Who was that? Was it Tarver?
It was Zin.
Zin? What the hell is he doing there?
- I don't know. - You've got to get out,
- it's way too dangerous. - I can't, Mel.
There's more to this.
I have to see what's in store here.
It could be a trap.
He could have a dozen men waiting there for you.
Please, just get out as soon as you can.
I will.
Once I get some answers.
Would you stop that?
I'm being a good boy
just waiting for my master's commands.
This is not a game, Remel.
We are talking about the future of our civilization.
Fine, let me help you ensure it.
That's why I'm here.
- Put on some clothes. - Are we getting out of here?
After we find what we're looking for.
- Where are we? - Where? The south wing.
They closed it down years ago with plans to renovate it.
Obviously with government cutbacks, the work was not done.
And what are we looking for?
50 Earth years ago a Vardian ship with a sole passenger
crashed into Lake Michigan. The Vardian survived.
Arkin.
- You've heard the stories. - Yeah, sure.
- Go on. - Arkin was captured
and brought to this facility where he was examined
and questioned by an eccentric doctor named Milo Sandborn.
Arkin came to Earth to retrieve the device.
You said that he alone knew its precise location.
Yes, well he never got to complete his mission.
But I've recently learned
that Dr. Sandborn was able to extract
certain information from Arkin.
If he got this information, why didn't he give it
to his government?
Why? Maybe Sandborn had no idea what Arkin was taking about.
Or maybe he only got part of the information before Arkin died.
Anyway, Sandborn disappeared a year later.
But my source does tell me that
he put some files in a hidden safe.
And since he never shared his findings with the government,
they have no idea the files ever existed.
- Do you know where the safe is? - Yes.
He put it in some sort of kitchen area.
We'll find it.
There are two of them ahead of you.
Can't talk now, Mel.
There's another one coming. Cole?
Cole.
Easy.
What are you doing?
- What are you doing here? - I'm here to help.
Thank you very much, but now you have to leave.
And leave you alone to deal with Zin and that other guy?
- That other guy is Remel. - Remel?
- Yes.
Now that's some serious history.
But that's exactly my point.
If you get killed, I'm only a step behind.
- Nestov. - We're a team.
We've got to stick together. Besides, I feel bad
I gave you bogus information about that-
- Utom. - Me being here,
I'm risking my life, is my way of showing you
that when the chips are down, you can count on me.
- All right, all right- - You say all right?
All right.
But you do everything I tell you to do.
- Got it. - Good.
You're the top dog.
- Lead the way, Lassie. - What?
Let's go.
It must be in that office.
- All right, stay here. - I came to help.
Would you keep your voice down?
I'll help you by doing exactly what you tell me to.
- You happy about that? - Just watch my back.
Anything?
- Where did they go? - I have to find out.
They must have gone through here. Mel?
- Through? - Where have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.
I took my earpiece out for awhile.
- There's another behind you. - It's only Nestov.
Only Nestov, what's that supposed to mean?
- Quiet? What Mel? - What is he doing there?
It doesn't matter, I'll explain later.
I need you to tell me what's on the other side of this wall.
Zoom in as far as you can. Describe what you see.
It looks like the wall is false.
There's a hallway behind it that leads to a set of offices.
Must be another way.
A faint vibration here. Electrical panel.
Electrical panel? You don't want to mess-
- Quiet. Just stand back. - Don't have to tell me twice.
Secret passage?
We're like the Hardy Boys.
The Hardy-
Be careful. There are three people.
- Where? - Hands up. Now.
Cole? What's going on?
Cole, talk to me.
I hate to tell you, man, you guys got the wrong fellow.
And when your boss finds out, you're finished.
No talking.
I'm feeling very well, by the way.
I feel terrible.
Oh, man. I don't feel good.
- Let's go. - All right.
Nice work back there. You've got to admit
my little distraction was very convincing.
Oscar quality work here. Denzel Washington's got nothing on me.
Mel. Mel. Sh-shhh.
Cole, are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
Do you have any idea how frustrating this is?
I need you to find a safe for me.
How am I supposed to do that?
It will be constructed of a dense metal, probably lead.
It's heat signature will be cold, like a light blue.
What's that?
You just used hyperspeed, you can't use it again.
You won't beat Zin and Remel. Forget it.
- I'll improvise. - You can't. Forget it.
Quiet. Give us that safe now.
It's not going to work.
This looks like it.
Oh, yes.
According to his plans
Sandborn hid the safe somewhere in this room.
If I'm right-
Yes.
There must be some kind of hidden latch.
- Could be anywhere. - No time for finesse.
Any luck?
The satellite's not directed at the complex anymore.
What do I do?
- We'll take it from here. - What? What?
- We're on our own. - Perfect.
Well done, Tarver. Just a little bit more.
Bravo.
Oh yes.
This is what I've been looking for.
Stand guard. If someone tries to get in, kill them.
It's the end of the hallway.
It's got to be one of these two doors.
Which one?
Both: I think this one.
All right.
Someone's out there.
- What? - Nothing.
I've got your back.
Thanks.
That was close by.
I have what I need.
Glad you're with me.
All this time, the location of the greatest
powerless solar system was right here.
And the fools never knew what they had.
If you found what you're looking for,
then all that's left is for me to settle my score.
- Daggon. - That body must feel like
a second-hand suit, Remel.
I see you've been doing your homework.
Maybe it's just the stench.
Ready to join your wife and daughter, Daggon?
Not this time.
Say hello to Rhee for me.
- Man, that's got to hurt. - Where were you?
I saw Zin run down the back hallway and I chased after him.
No, he's not there. Just troops and guards,
- with guns. We should go. - No.
Let's go. Zin is gone, let's go.
All right.
- This is the way out. - No, let's go this way.
No, look. I know you're a big-time tracker guy,
but your sense of direction is all wrong.
- Like it was at the door there. - This is the way.
Fine, if you want to go that way, go.
- I'm going this way. Fine.
Soldier: Did you hear that? Must be down this way.
All right, all right.
I was wrong. No need to gloat.
Soldier: They're not going to get away.
That's Rhee's brother you're putting in there.
That whole Rhee thing seems a long time ago.
Yes, it does.
I've been through so much since then.
A whole lifetime worth.
What now?
I think Zin found the location of what he's looking for,
which is somewhere below The Watchfire.
But we have the key.
Which means it's his move.
Nestov.
Better see what he's up to.
Okay, okay. Some more, a little bit to the left.
That was pretty.
Give me some of that Puritan attitude, baby.
Oh, yes.
That's it. Nestov,
you are turning my bar into a strip club.
She's not taking off her clothes, is she?
That's a good thing, because she's not wearing much.
This is Miss November. Almost done with my calendar.
- Only one more month to do. - No.
I will not have one more woman dressed like that
pretending she works in my bar.
I was hoping you would say that. Un momento, por favor.
I saved the best for last. For you.
- What? - Yes, December. Mrs. Santa.
- No way. - Yes way.
No? Did you hear that?
No way. She doesn't want to wear it, can you believe that?
They want you in it. Do you want to see her in it?
- Come on. - Not in this lifetime.
- I got it in your size. - That's very nice of you,
- but it's not my style. - If anyone could pull it off,
it's you. Come on, please, please, please,
with sugar on top, please?
You are relentless. Give me the hat.
- Just the hat. - We'll start with the hat.
- That's good. - Then this is all over, right?
Done.
Oh, yes. You're sweet baby, real sexy.
Merry Christmas.