Murdercycle (1999) - full transcript
A meteor falls to earth near a secret CIA military hideout and merges with a motorcycle and its rider to create an alien soldier bent on recovering an alien artifact. Military soldiers with the help of a female doctor that can read minds try to figure out what is going on and how to stop it before it kills them. They are also hindered by the CIA agent in charge of the base who refuses to divulge the hideouts' secrets which could help them.
[tense music]
[energetic music]
[mellow ambient music]
- This is Agent Vincent Coletta,
audio log entry at 2100
hours and two minutes.
Signal interceptors steady.
Perimeter is secure
and Peter is asleep.
[alarm beeping]
Ah, shit!
What now?
[tense music]
Who the hell is that?
Now, be smart man, don't do it.
- I can't believe
I'm lost again.
- Just get on your bike and
get the hell outta here.
[device beeping]
What now?
Incoming?
Holy shit, I hope
this isn't true.
[meteor zooming]
[explosion bangs]
Emergency report at 2100
hours and five minutes.
I was tracking a possible
intruder outside defense line
at sector 12 when radar
indicated an inbound object.
I didn't get a good look at it
but I think it was a meteor.
I cannot tell if it landed
inside or outside the perimeter.
Alarm is still quiet.
I'm going to investigate.
[tense ambient music]
[motorcycle engine revving]
[rumbling]
[screeching]
[swooshing]
[screeching]
[tense music]
All secure, I am heading to
southeast to check on Peter.
All secured, I'm
gonna check the--
[alarm beeping]
Ah shit!
Perimeter alert at
sector 12, I'm on my way.
[tense music]
[humming]
Recording from sector 12
2100 hours and 22 minutes.
Perimeter has been breached.
We have a red security alert.
Intruder is riding a motorcycle.
Jesus, probably the
biker at large in there.
How the hell did he
burn through that fence?
[suspenseful music]
Who the hell are you?
You are on government property!
[zapping]
[gunshot bangs]
[engine revving]
[tense music]
[zapping]
[explosion bangs]
[tense music]
Ditco!
Ditco!
I've sighted an
engaged intruder.
I don't know what's going on.
I thought it was the
guy in the dirt bike
but I don't know
what the hell it is.
I fired at it at point
blank but it had no effect.
Oh, shit!
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
I'll try to make it to Peter!
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[somber ambient music]
[knocking]
- Sergeant Kirby!
Kirby, General Hubert wants
to see you in his office ASAP.
Don't forget to shave.
- I have made you team leader.
You'll have rank and you
will have the mission.
You think you can handle that?
Not that you have a choice.
- Yes, sir but how do I--
- This mission does not
exist, you understand?
The.
The covert nature
of this operation
precludes any active duty
Marine from participation
as well as the
knowledge of the mission
by the Defense Department.
So officially, it doesn't exist.
- Understand, sir.
- Oh, I know you, Kirby.
I've been following your career.
As far as I'm concerned,
you are the perfect man
for this mission.
- Thank you, sir.
- Now, you will follow
the direction of a CIA.
- CIA, sir.
- That's right.
His name Mr. Wood.
You will follow his direction
but the mission is yours.
You'll take responsibility
if the shit hits the fan.
- Yes, sir.
But is there anymore you
can tell me about this, sir?
- I'm afraid not.
Mr. Wood will fill you in.
Now, listen, Kirby.
Technically, you're still
suspended from action,
so let's not make
national news out of this.
Keep it simple.
Get in, and get out and
don't try to make up
for past mistakes.
If all goes well, I maybe
able to get you reinstated.
- Yes, sir.
About my team, sir--
- Don't need to worry
about that, son.
It's all been taken care of.
[mellow music]
- You know, when
you think about it,
it's like we're out own
kind of Fantastic Four.
You see, you're
like Johnny Storm.
- What, the Human Torch?
- Yeah, you know,
fire on the outside.
Just kind of a little
punk kid on the inside.
- Screw you!
- No, no, no, listen, listen.
Our fearless leader, he's
like the Thing, you know.
Clobbering time. [chuckles]
- It's like the Invisible
Woman just walked in the door.
- Yeah, although she looks
pretty damn visible to me.
Thank you.
- Dr. Lee to you, Private.
- Well, if I'm the Human Torch
and she's the Invisible Woman
and Sarge is the
Thing, who are you?
- Well, I'm Mr. Fantastic.
- Attention on deck!
At ease, Mr. Fantastic.
- Sir.
- People, this is
Sergeant Kirby,
the team leader on this mission.
Sergeant, I believe you know
Private Frazetta and Buscema.
And then Dr. Adams
will be helping us out
with any forensics.
This Dr. Lee.
She's a loan from the
Second Sight program.
[tense music]
- Nice to meet you, Dr. Lee.
- Second Sight?
- A telepathic and
psionic research.
- Yeesh, mind reader.
- Then there's Mr. Wood.
He will be--
- I'll be supervising
this mission.
Our destination is
Prairie Dog Colorado.
A little tourist reserve
deserted since the '50s.
We had one agent stationed.
Now, this has been a
secured government compound
but we have reason to
believe that that security
has been breached
and our man is,
well, dead, wounded or has
possibly deserted his post.
Our job is to find him.
Assess any possible
threat, eliminate it
and secure the area.
We'll be dropped off
approximately three miles
from the perimeter and
enter the compound on foot.
Now, this is a radio
silent mission.
The helicopter is scheduled
to return in 36 hours.
If we're not at
the rendezvous site
within 20 minutes of
landing, they will take off.
And the area will be eradicated
by aerial assault, so,
please don't lose your watches.
Questions?
- Yeah.
This is a potentially
dangerous mission,
why are we taking civilian then?
- Sorry, Sergeant,
that information
is on a restricted need
to know basis only.
Anything else?
Okay, let's do it!
[mellow music]
- [Kirby] Lieutenant,
you take point.
I'll bring up the rear.
- I hope this isn't a long one.
It's hot as hell out here.
- What's the matter, Frazzy?
Didn't bring your
comfy shoes with you?
- Knock it off, you two,
let's try to act like Marines.
- [Buscema] Trying, Sarge.
[birds tweeting]
[mellow ambient music]
[Lee shrieks]
- Move on, I'll handle her.
- Thanks.
- Dr. Lee, you're going
to have to keep up.
- So, Sergeant, who's
Corporal Geordino?
- You're practicing your mind
reading techniques already?
- Not exactly.
[tense music]
So, is it normal to
wear someone else's tag?
- That would be a
need to know basis.
You coming, Dr. Lee?
- Colorado loom.
- Beat me.
- Not you, man.
The birds.
- Christ, I hate nature.
- Hey, cut the chatter
up there, guys.
Hey, Wood.
Is the man on a motorcycle?
- No.
Only vehicle on the
compound is a truck.
- Somebody's in here, I wonder.
Let's keep moving.
- All right, right
here, this is it.
Spread out.
All right now, Sergeant,
you gonna have to
keep your men back.
I'm the only one
authorized to approach.
- Mr. Wood, with
all due respect,
that house hasn't been secured.
You don't have any idea if
there's anything in there.
- Just do what I say, Sergeant.
I'll inform you when
it's secured, though.
- This pile of
bull is top secret?
Looks like a frigging outhouse.
[tense music]
[tense music]
Figure somebody cut
his throat in there?
Yeah, no such luck.
[tense music]
- So, this telepathic insight
of yours, how good is it?
Can you tell what's
happening in there?
- Sometimes, it takes a
little while to connect.
Other times, it
happens instantly.
Telepathy is only a
part of what I do.
A better term would
be psychometry.
You see, all objects
possess an inner life.
They remember things
about the events
and people they come
into contact with.
Impressions of an individual
can be transmitted
to an object which that
person has in his possession.
Those impression can be
transmitted to other persons
and even objects.
When I touch an object, I
receive these impressions.
It's as though I were
a television receiver.
I see the recorded events
like watching a TV show
that glides in my soul.
- How did one come
by this talent?
You have to be stuck by
lightning, blessed by god, what?
- Anybody can do it.
But very few do.
[tense music]
I'm sorry about invading your
privacy back there, Sergeant.
I didn't know, I--
- Forget it, Dr. Lee.
- You have a lot of
pain inside of you.
- Stay out of my head, doc.
Unpleasant place to be.
[tense music]
- Dr. Lee, doesn't
it bother you?
- What?
- Intruding on people's privacy.
It's rather unfair.
I mean, are you the only one
entitled to keep secrets?
- Do you have secrets?
- Of course, everyone does.
But one shouldn't go when
one has not been invited.
And I would very
much appreciate it
provided that you can read minds
but you stay out of mine
as well, all right, doctor?
- I do, doc
- Who wanna read your puny mind?
[tense music]
- I don't wanna panic anybody.
- Ooh, spider senses tingling.
- Dr. Lee, I prefer
you stay close to us.
- That is wild.
I can't make sense to this,
it's like I'm hearing
a foreign language
but backwards but there's
some English in it
like two voices in one head.
- Mouth shut, eyes open.
Frazetta, northeast corner.
Buscema, top left edge.
Tell me what you hear.
- I'm not sure.
It's like a chattering static.
- Can you get us a direction?
- No.
Kirby!
[motor revving]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[tense music]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
[tense music]
- Frazetta, get to
Buscema, he's been hit!
Dr. Adams, make it to the cabin.
Let's go!
[somber music]
- Come on, come on!
[grunting]
- Wood!
Wood!
Wood!
Dr. Adams, check on Buscema.
- People are not
authorized to be in here!
- Screw your
authorization, Wood!
Didn't you hear what
was going on out there?
- I heard it.
- Then what?
You were too busy
to help us out?
I got a wounded soldier here.
- It doesn't look too deep.
He's gonna be all right.
- Good.
Frazetta, check the back door.
- All right.
- It's a bit warm in here
for a fire, isn't it?
- We all have our order.
- Yeah, and just what are those?
Just another damn
cover up if you ask me!
- It doesn't concern you.
- What does concern me
is there's a maniac
on a bike out there!
- You have your orders.
I suggest you follow them.
- I wanna secure the perimeter.
[somber music]
[tense music]
- Dr. Lee!
Dr. Lee!
Could you give me
a hand, please?
[energetic music]
- I don't trust that dude any
farther than I can throw him.
- Sir?
- Keep an eye on him.
Had some experience with
these CIA operatives before.
- Yes, sir.
- Frazetta, you okay?
- Fantastic.
- Here you go.
These should help ease the pain.
- Did you really hear
something from that rider
or were you grandstanding
right there?
- No, I,
I don't know.
- What are you talking about?
- I heard something
I've never heard before.
- Why don't you just
tell us what you heard?
- Something loud like two
voices running together.
One human, one,
I don't know.
- Shit, biker from hell.
- Are where patched through
to Henderson Air Force base?
- Oh, you're not authorized
to use that equipment.
- Yes, I know.
- Sergeant, you heard me!
- I heard you, Mr. Wood
and I appreciate that this
is a need to know situation
but right now, we need to
know a hell of a lot more
than we do!
I can't walk into a black hole
and I can't ask squad of
this size to follow me there.
We're calling for reinforcement.
- I brought you along because
I thought you're an officer
who knew what it meant
to follow orders.
- I had my orders, to
carry out my mission,
to render this area secure!
Now, Mr. Wood, give
us the information.
Tell us what we need to know
to carry out our mission
or I'm gonna call in the cavalry
and let them decide
how to deal with it.
I-Team Special to Henderson.
Three kilo three.
- What makes you think I
know any more than you?
- Three words, C-I-A.
- Okay.
This is a listening
post and we tapped in
a very confidential
transmission.
- It's a big surprise.
- Yeah, but there are
people, organizations
that would give
anything to get access
to these machines you've heard.
And clearly, someone
has come looking.
- So, what are you saying?
This is some kind
of secret agent?
Some kind of foreign spook?
- With those laser
beams and shit?
- We have lasers,
we have body armor.
Obviously, somebody
has the same,
a bit more advanced,
I admit but seriously,
what else could it be?
Well, this post is now secure
but we still haven't
found Agent Coletta
and that rider or whatever
it is still out there.
Now, you need to capture or kill
and I can't tell you a
damn thing how to do that.
That's your specialty.
- [Kirby] Is there any else
that you're not telling us?
- Not to my estimation.
- Dr. Lee, what's in his head?
- [Lee] Nothing.
- I could've told you that.
- Everything he said feels
that it's been memorized.
When I try to go deeper,
all I get are math equation,
bus schedules.
- Bus schedules?
- He's blocking me.
Now, he's reciting the
Pledge of Allegiance.
He's been been trained to
resist having his thoughts read.
I just can't get through him.
- CIA feels the best
offense is a good defense
so yes, I have been trained
to block mental intruders.
Now, if we can dispense
with the amateur theatrics,
maybe we can get
this mission going.
- All right, Wood, but
do yourself a favor,
don't ever assume
that I'm bluffing.
- Yeah, I'll take that
under advice, man.
- Adams, Lee, you're
going with us.
Buscema, stay here with Wood.
I don't want you down there
until we've done a
complete sweep of the town.
- Now, just hold on!
- Buscema, if he
moves, shoot him.
- You don't have
the authority, pal!
- Maybe not but you can take
that up with the commission
when we get back.
Right now, you'll do as I say.
We'll radio you when
we get down to the town
unless of course, there
is something down there.
Something you don't
want us to know about.
- As far as I know,
it's just a town.
- Right, Buscema, you
keep an eye on things.
You stay here till
you hear from me.
If you don't hear
from me in two hours,
you make that call to Henderson.
- Yes, Sergeant.
[tense music]
- [Kirby] All right, wait here.
Let me go check it out.
- So, Adams, a lab rat
like you seen much action
in the forensics?
- Not really.
The closest I've
been to firearms
is the Orange County gun show.
Usually, by the time I show
up, the bad guys are long gone.
- Dr. Lee, you hear anything
which you know about?
- The birds and the
trees, for the moment,
all is right with the world.
- Yeah, that's always
the way it is and boom!
Like this shows up.
- [Kirby] It's all clear.
[tense music]
- Well now, this is
counterproductive.
I mean you are a soldier
guarding a US agent.
We're on the same side,
for Christ's sake.
- Just following orders, sir.
Mr. Wood, don't think
you'll be needing
that little bundle
under your coat there.
- Never hurts to be ready.
- Well, if you
wouldn't mind, sir,
would you please
hand over the weapon?
- I'm not about to take
orders from you, Private.
- Consider the order
coming from my friend,
mister nine-millimeter
here, sir.
If you very gently toss
that aside on to me,
I'll really appreciate it.
Gently.
- You're a good soldier.
[tense music]
- Why do I suddenly
feel like clammy, sir?
Breeze at Madison County
Eastwood, of course.
- Why don't you try feeling
like a Marine and shut up?
Let's just apprehend this
perpetrator and go home.
- Here's your blood, Sergeant.
Figure it's less
than 72 hours old.
- It's like he's
lost a lot of blood.
Think this is fatal?
[gunshots bang]
Frazetta, Christ!
You just let the whole
world we're here.
- Sorry, Sarge.
Let's move, just tell me.
- Kirby.
I'm feeling something.
[motor revving]
- Get inside!
Go!
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[suspenseful music]
[zapping]
Frazetta, take the back door!
- Right!
- Doctor, you getting anything?
Doctor, let's get
away from that window!
- No, no, he's trailing,
he's moving off.
- Good.
- All tight.
We're not gonna make
a stand here, are we?
- We're surviving
here about two minutes
trying to defend ourselves
from that son of a bitch.
Dr. Adams, we're
gonna need your help.
- I'm not a commando!
- No shit but we need
all the help we can get!
Ready?
Let's move.
[suspenseful music]
You and Frazetta on
the second floor.
Doctor, as you see or
feel anything, radio me.
Frazetta, you're sniping.
- Cool.
- Dr. Adams, you
stay right here.
If he comes around
from the back,
you'll be the first to see it.
Wait, you just point this
in the general direction
of anything you wanna kill.
Pull the trigger.
I'll be the running target.
Let's go!
[suspenseful music]
- Are you worried?
- Hell, yes.
Wood, that son of a bitch.
He's one of the
liar of the spook.
Don't be telling me that
somebody's gonna come in here
on a covert snatch and grab
right in some freaking
laser-packing chopper from hell.
That's bullshit.
- Maybe it's more than that.
- Damn right, it is.
Hey, doc, we're on the
same here, you know.
Mr. Fantastic and
Invisible Girl.
- Supergirl and Superboy.
- No, no, no, that's DC,
wrong universe, okay?
What am I getting
at, your brainwaves
have told you something.
Spill it.
- I'm stumbling around the
dark just like the rest of you.
I can hear the rider but I just
can't make sense out of it.
- Let's move.
[tense music]
- We're all clear down here.
I wanna proceed down
main street, see if
I can draw him out.
Keep me covered.
- Come on.
Hold this.
- Kirby, this is Lee.
All quiet and clear.
[suspenseful music]
- No sign of him yet.
[static buzzing]
- Think the Murdercycle's
been through here.
Hold on just a second.
[zapping]
Just been tagged.
I can't target.
Can you see him
from your position?
- Negative, where the
hell was your ESP?
- I don't know what
the hell I'm hearing.
It just keeps changing.
- Okay, I'm going to
head back the street
towards your position.
As soon as you can
target, fire on his ass.
[tense music]
- Doctor, could you
reach on my pocket?
Pull out that clip
marked with blue tape?
- What is it?
- It's Teflon armor
piercing rounds.
Saved it for special occasions.
- Okay, here he comes.
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[explosion bangs]
[gunshot bangs]
[gunshot bangs]
- Well, you're a mighty
cool costumer, soldier.
Won't you wanna know what
all that shooting's about?
- Pretty good idea
what's that about.
- Well, they might
need our help.
- If they do, Sergeant call.
- They maybe wounded
not able to call.
You don't know.
- I know how to
follow orders, sir.
- Your friends maybe dying.
Don't you care?
- Mr. Wood, we're
not going anywhere.
Not me, not you.
- [Kirby] You all okay?
- So much for fucking Teflon.
- What the hell?
Sergeant, look at this.
- Is that from the bike?
- I don't know.
It smells like motor
oil but it's not oil.
- But whatever it is, it looks
like we've done some damage.
Oh, take a look at this.
I found this over by the barn.
- Let me see them.
[tense music]
Whoever this belong
to is still alive.
- Coletta?
- I'm not sure, it could be.
The feedback is all fragmented.
No complete thoughts.
- Well, if its Coletta, he's
in pretty bad shape by now.
Frazetta, you and Dr. Lee take
that side of the building,
Adams, you come with me.
Let's go!
[tense music]
- Sergeant, more blood splatter.
Whatever it was, they were
headed out to that field.
- Let's check it out.
- Now, you wouldn't really
shoot me, would you?
- Yes, sir.
- You're really something,
soldier, you know?
[grunts]
This wasn't supposed
to happen, son.
[gunshot bangs]
- So, would Mr. Fantastic
do in a situation like this?
- Hmm, probably invent some
rounds that could punch
through that son of
a bitch on a bike.
Or turn himself into a
lasso and rope the bastard.
So, what happened anyway?
Why didn't you hear it?
You know, telepath him.
- I got confused.
For a second, I thought
I heard this man.
I could make out his
thoughts in English
and then I realize all
of a sudden it wasn't him
and I got all confused.
- So what was he thinking?
- Hard to say.
It's like reading a machine.
Search for objectives, eliminate
opposition, follow orders.
- Sure you aren't reading Sarge?
- Could've been.
[mellow music]
- This is Kirby,
I found something.
- You're a real piece of
shit, Wood, you know that?
- Quiet, keep moving.
- Why'd you shoot
the radio, man?
That's what I don't understand.
At least we could call
in for help or something.
- No one infiltrates until
we've secured the area.
- Yeah, no one leaves
either, is that it?
Listen man, I'm not about
to get dead on your account.
- What about Kirby,
you'd do it for him?
- He's a Marine.
He's different.
I don't know what
to make of you.
Like I don't even
want you on my side.
You're just guys in suit
who tell lies to people
just to keep them from
finding out about bigger lies.
Tell lies to the point
maybe you don't even know
what the truth is yourself.
- Yeah, welcome the
real world, son.
- That's not the
real world, sir.
That's your world.
I like my world better.
- And Kirby, he's
okay on your book?
- Yeah, he sure is hell is.
- Did you ever tell you
why he got suspended
from active duty?
- No.
- Well, let me you
in a little secret
about your fearless leader.
- Think we found
our man, Coletta.
Or at least what's left of him.
- Shit.
I ain't never seen nobody
messed up like that.
You okay, doc?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
It's just I'm not used to
seeing a body like that.
- I never expected a
forensics guy go green
with the first sight of blood.
- Yeah.
[tense music]
- Whoever that biker is, he's
the one that killed Coletta.
He's being chased through
here and then stopped here--
- Oh, I could've
figured that out
just by examining the
forensic evidence.
- That's not all.
This little device here,
this is some sort of key.
I don't know what's
hidden out there.
I don't know if
it's native or not
but whatever it is, Coletta
died trying to protect it.
- Hey, maybe this is what
he was trying to protect.
Steel.
- Oh, yeah.
- Maybe this is what
Wood's been lying about.
This is what's he's
been hiding up here,
and what that
rider's looking for.
You were reading his
mind, what do you think?
- I don't know, I keep
getting the feeling
there's something
human in there,
then it all turns upside down.
- Are you telling me this
thing may not be human?
- I don't know.
There's something
alive in there,
that's all about
I could tell you.
- Doctor.
- Hmm?
- Any thoughts?
- I was just thinking
I'd like to be around
a thousand miles away from here.
- Amen.
Tell me, Sergeant,
what do you think?
- I'm thinking I'd like to have
about a pound or two
of some tef right now
so I'd know if that
thing came back,
I'd be able to kill it.
- You sure he'll come back?
- Oh, he'll come back.
He'll come back for what's on
the other side of that door.
- Something's coming this way.
- [Kirby] Where?
- I can't tell.
- Let's head for cover.
- Right, Sarge.
Freeze, don't take another step.
- [Buscema] We're on the same
side, in case you forgot.
- No shit, what the
hell are you doing here?
I thought I told you to
keep him up at the cabin.
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots rattling]
[gunshots rattling]
[zapping]
- Kirby, I think it's all clear.
- Frazetta!
[gunshots rattling]
[suspenseful music]
[zapping]
[suspenseful music]
[grunting]
- Just kill me.
[mumbling]
[gunshot bangs]
- This blood's on
your hands, Wood.
You got that?
By disobeying my direct order,
you cost a good man his life.
- And I'll remind you
that you're under my
command, Sergeant.
- Bullshit!
I'm not taking a rap for that!
And I'll tell what else.
We're gonna go back
up to that cabin
and we're gonna radio
Henderson for an airlift
and when they get here--
- Nobody's radioing anybody.
- What do you mean?
You bastard.
You destroyed the radio.
- It was my fault, sir.
I thought he was escaping
and discharged my weapon
and I accidentally hit it.
- You don't have to cover
for this scumbag, Buscema!
- You might wanna
think a little less
about how everyone's out
to sabotage you, Sergeant
and a little more about how
to accomplish the objectives
of this mission.
- Then why don't you tell us
just what the hell they are?
Dr. Lee, can you?
[tense music]
What is it Wood?
What do you got hidden away
in this little park up here?
Toxic waste dump?
Illegal arms reserve?
How about a spy satellite?
[tense music]
Dr. Lee?
- I'm all right.
- Well, we didn't just work
out defensive strategies
against telepaths, we
have offensive ones too.
- I don't understand.
- He thought about me
being raped and killed.
Just caught me by
surprise, that's all.
I can try.
Kirby, I'm reading
someone else now.
- The rider?
- Civilian.
- Civilian?
That's impossible.
- Lead the way, doctor.
[tense music]
Come out and identify
yourself now!
- [Man] If I come
out, you'll shoot me.
- If I wanted to shoot
you, you're already dead.
- [Man] Maybe you just
want a clear target.
- Get out here
with your hands up
or this conversation is
going to over forever.
- All right, take it easy, okay?
Okay, take it easy.
I'm not one of them.
Oh, you're all like Marines.
My granddaddy was a Marine.
Korea, hey, hey!
I'm a brother, fighting
against alien invasion.
You don't wanna shoot
when you all met me.
That'd be friendly fire.
Persian-Gulf War syndrome.
- Are you Peter?
- Hell no.
- Who the hell is Peter?
- Sergeant, I've
seen this man before.
He has something to
do with this place.
- Yeah, I'm freedom fighter
Ditko, reporting, sir.
- So, you're not this Peter guy?
- No, sir.
Ditko.
[suspenseful music]
- What do think about this guy?
Is he on the level?
- Well, I believe
what's he saying.
- Doesn't exactly fit
the profile of a spy.
- This whole area is a hot
a bed of alien activity.
I got my observation place set
up couple of miles from here.
Some nights, we get three
motherships all at once.
Gets a little crowded, you know.
- This compound's
supposed to be secure.
I mean no one oughta be
able to get within 20 feet
without tripping an alarm.
- Yeah, yeah, I know, but
see, they made a big mistake.
Heat sensors, it's
useless against a guy
who's wrapped himself
in frosty packs.
I've disabled them along
the entire section.
I cut the chain and service
gain, just drove on in.
- Well, you think that's cute?
Kid, when we get back,
I can have you locked up
for five to 10 so I'd
advise you to shut up.
- What is your problem?
Look, Vince and I go way back.
Didn't he tell you about me?
- Vince who?
- Vince Coletta.
- Well, for you information,
Vince and I go way back.
Hell, I'm probably the
only person he's talked to
the whole time he's been here.
I keep him company, we
play chess sometimes.
Well, between us, he's
not much of a strategist
if you know what I mean.
He didn't tell me you
guys where coming in.
Where the hell is he anyway?
- He's dead.
- Mr. Ditko, did you say you
came here by car or truck?
- Sorry, I got this whole
star cruiser on a church
at the far side of town but
I lost the keys somewhere.
- Then these must
belong to you then.
- Hey, you found them.
Hope it still runs.
You know, this area, it used
to be a nice place to live
before ET mothers came in
and burned every living soul.
It really messed up this
place something fierce.
I got this trying to
save my granddaddy
but I wasn't able to.
First, I thought it was
some military operation,
you know, I'm trying to protect
that little secret base,
now I know.
It was a full on close encounter
of the totally lethal kind.
- Kirby, we got work to do.
You wanna listen
to this headcase?
- Quiet a second.
Secret base?
You mean Agent Coletta's shack?
- No, sir, I...
Agent Coletta?
CIA.
Now, it all makes sense.
I should've known.
- What secret base?
- My dad and me, we saw him
in the middle of the night,
23 trucks full of cement,
the fences were already
up by then, you know.
I just figured it was some
top secret EBGB operation.
- All right, that's it.
Kirby, place this
man under arrest.
- Mr. Wood, if anybody's
gonna be placed under arrest,
it's gonna be you.
- Yeah, you spook!
Mister secret agent man.
With your freaking
CIA issued shoes.
- That reminds me, Mr. Wood,
I have something I'd like
to talk to you about.
- Oh, really?
- What's that?
- I think I have a good idea
of where those 23 trucks of
cement might have gone to.
[tense music]
Mr. Wood, it's on the
other side of that door.
- You're getting way
over your head, Kirby.
I'm telling you, you don't
wanna be involved with this.
- Buscema, relieve Mr.
Wood of his weapon.
- Man has nerves.
He's all quivering, he's
afraid mama's gonna spank him.
Ouch!
- Shut up.
- He's reciting the
alphabet to keep me out.
- I hear nothing.
- Dr. Lee is a psychic.
- Mr. Wood, was on the
other side of this door?
I said, what's on the
other side of this door?
Lee?
- Still can't get through.
[thuds]
[grunts]
Kirby!
- Wood, I'm gonna get
what I need out of you.
- All right, go on.
Go on, let's go there.
Come on, let's go
there together!
- Kirby, please stop, please!
- Back off!
I'm gonna find out what's on
the other side of that door.
- Go on, come on,
let's see what you got.
Killing your own man seems
to be a habit of you,
doesn't it, Kirby?
You didn't think
I knew about that?
Oh, come on, Kirby.
I know everything.
Nicaragua, you lost the
whole platoon, a man
and another CIA operative.
Any of these sound familiar?
You marched your men
right into that ambush.
And they all bought
except for you.
Of course, the inquiry couldn't
prove if it was treason
or just plain incompetence
but we all know what really
happened, don't we, Private?
- You bastard!
Why don't you tell him
what really happened?
Tell him that the CIA operative
led us into that ambush.
- Yeah, that's not
how the report reads.
Suppose we could ask the
operative but he's dead!
Go on.
Go on, cut me.
I know you want to.
You don't know
anything about me.
You think you can break me?
You have no idea
what I'm made of!
So you go on, you go ahead.
Maybe I'll talk.
I don't know but I'm gonna
make you pay the price.
I'm not gonna let it out easy.
Maybe there won't be much
left in me when we're done
but there's gonna
be even left in you.
- Wood, tell me about Peter.
- Who is this Peter guy
you dudes talking about?
- An acronym.
In his side pocket, there's
some sort of key device.
- It's just like
the one Coletta had.
- The code open the
door is three, 27, 60.
[tense music]
- Come on, Wood.
You're taking us with you.
Buscema, take Ditko, Dr. Adams
back to the observation shack.
- No, sir, I mean,
I might be useful.
- Yeah, you might, Dr. Adams
but you're going back to
the observation shack.
Dr. Lee, Wood,
you're going with me.
- Please, Sergeant, I
really must go down there.
- Dr. Adams, I don't have
time to argue with you.
- Hey, you heard the chief.
Let's hit the road, dude.
- Buscema, make sure you
secure the door behind.
- Wood.
You lied to me.
- Sorry, kid.
It's my job.
[tense music]
[tense music]
- It's clear.
- Didn't like what the
sergeant was doing, didn't you?
- No.
- It's kinda like,
well, rape.
I mean it's kinda like what
I was thinking about you
when you were trying
to read my mind before.
- I suppose so.
- You don't like that.
You don't like the
idea of being raped.
- I suppose I don't.
- Well, that's funny.
What do you call what you do?
Every time you violate the
privacy of somebody else's mind
against their will.
You're lucky there were
no law about that idea.
What do you suppose
what happen if they do.
What name would they give people
who rape other
people's minds, doctor?
- I don't know.
I just know that I didn't want
Kirby to keep hurting you.
- Oh, yes.
Who's sick, mine or his?
- Both.
- Which way, Mr. Wood?
- Oh, back to being mister now.
Oh, I suppose you
wanna go to the left.
[tense music]
Allow me to make
the introduction.
This is Peter.
Prototype extraterrestrial
tachyon energy regulator.
- Extraterrestrial?
- That's right.
Peter was recovered from
a crash site of a UFO
in this area some time ago.
Most likely a probe
that's used to communicate
to its home planet.
- Is this some kind
of radio transmitter?
- Huh, it's a lot
more than that.
It transmits.
But it also receives data.
- What kind of data?
- Everything, physics,
computer science, space travel,
things that would take us
years to discover if ever.
Look, this is the
heart of the thing.
- This is what you've
been hiding here?
Just how many men were
you willing to feed
to this sausage grinder to
protect your little secret?
- For a device of
unspeakable importance
that reveals the
secret of the universe?
As many as it
took, including me.
- Christ.
- I was sent here to protect it.
At all cost.
- And what was suppose to
happen of we stumbled across
all of these?
- Suppose to happen?
What makes you think it won't?
There aren't gonna
be any more missions
for us after this, Sergeant.
- Jesus, another set up.
Just like Nicaragua.
- Kirby, I'm picking
up something.
We're not alone.
- You wanna be a soldier?
Well then be one!
Kill that damn rider!
Don't let him discover
this is the prize.
- Where is it?
- I can't tell.
- Is there a back
way outta here?
Is there?
- There's a back exit, Sergeant.
This way!
- No, you two go ahead.
I'll buy us some time.
- You don't stand a chance
alone with that thing.
- [Kirby] That's an order.
- Good luck.
[suspenseful music]
- Please don't shoot!
- Adams, you idiot!
I could've killed you!
- I'm not cut out for
this sort of thing.
- What the hell are
you doing down here?
- We found something.
You better take a look.
Where are the others?
- There's a back
exit here somewhere.
Hey, how'd you get
down here, anyway?
- Oh, the door was open.
- Buscema, I told him to make
sure that thing was shut.
Let's get outta here.
[tense music]
A meteor?
- Hell no, man.
This is ground zero
for the invasion.
What do think is
riding that chopper?
It ain't Peter freaking Fonda.
This is Mr. Saturn come
to kick us in our ass.
Don't you know anything?
- Whatever made this
crate, it was small.
But whatever it was, it
certainly not here now.
Maybe it was some kind of--
- Biomechanical
parasite that latches on
and grabs hold of
whatever it can.
Then it transforms
itself into a--
- Soldier.
- [Ditko] Yeah, like I said
before, those guys up there
are real interested in
what we got down here.
Real interested.
- Gonna be dark soon.
Lets get back to the cabin.
- Sarge.
I let you down.
And I let Frazetta down.
- Don't worry about it.
[motor revving]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots rattling]
[zapping]
- Son of a bitch!
[gunshots rattling]
[suspenseful music]
[explosion bangs]
- Kinda creepy being
in here without Vince.
He never could beat me in chess.
Couldn't seem to
think down in here.
- Don't need anybody go
wandering around outside.
You'll break trip wire with
grenades all around the cabin.
Don't know how much
good they'll do
but at least we
won't be surprised.
Wood, you gotta tell us what
the hell it is we're fighting.
You want us to fight, you
want us to kill the enemy,
you want us to save
your little gadget.
You can't deny us
an enemy profile.
- Sergeant, I can give
you an enemy profile.
It something that has six
eyes, four arms and big.
- Those poor dumb
bastards down at center.
They're listening for
signs of intelligence
while it fools all around them.
I mean look at all
these monitors.
Look at these eyes
and eyes ears.
Looking at what?
What are they listening to?
Where do think the
technology came from
to that technological Satan
down in that basement?
- Come on, Wood, you're
not making any sense.
- That sphere, Peter!
It caps an all-power
that diminishes
our technology to nothing.
Source more powerful than
all of our nuclear technology
combined and multiplied
exponentially.
We accidentally tapped in,
we learned how to read it.
And nobody knows
about it but us.
Not the president,
not the Congress,
not even the Washington Post.
It's been out.
- Jesus.
- The rightful owner has
sent someone down here
to recover their
old communicator
or whatever the hell it is.
- Yup.
- [Lee] You wouldn't
have don't it, would you?
- [Kirby] What?
- Kill Wood if he didn't tell
you what you needed to know.
You couldn't kill
one of your own men.
- Wood's not one of my men.
- You can't carry
this burden around
with you forever, Sergeant.
It'll destroy you.
- What's a boot
camp without him?
He's a good man.
[melancholic music]
Took his dog tag so
I wouldn't forget.
I got him killed.
- It's not your fault.
Neither of is any of these.
- Yeah?
But I couldn't stop it.
There's difference between
good guys and bad guys.
- There is, Kirby.
You still believe
that, don't you?
- Maybe, but it
doesn't seem to matter.
You can do your job,
still lose in the end.
'Cause of people
like Wood in there.
- Then we don't let him win.
Maybe you're right.
I'm gonna walk the perimeter.
- Careful, Sergeant.
- Knowledge hawks,
that's what you are.
But it gets out, it gets out.
Area 51, huh?
Roswell.
- Look, I hate to
break this to you
but Roswell is nothing
but a spy buoy.
And there's nothing at Area 51
but some old atomic
powered aircraft prototypes
from the '50s that never
got off the ground.
And in case you're wondering,
Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone.
I see you like bony conspiracy
theories floating around.
They hide the real ones.
Any other questions?
- Yeah, well.
What about John Lennon?
- You got me there.
- That was a tragedy.
- [Adams] Dr. Lee,
where's the sergeant?
- [Lee] Going to
walk the perimeter.
- Oh, that's good.
You see, I wanted to talk
to you about something.
I need your help.
- Dr. Adams, I'm
afraid I'm a bit tired.
[tense music]
- I insist.
Please don't scream, the result
would be bad for both of us.
- What are you doing?
- I'm afraid I don't have
time to chat right now
but I'm sure you'll agree
I've done much better job
at concealing my
thoughts than Mr. Wood.
Now, let's go.
You're taking me back
to the underground base.
- We can't get through the door.
- How did you get that
away from the sergeant?
- I didn't, I
brought it with me.
Of course, I didn't know the
code until you and the sergeant
encouraged Mr. Wood.
Now, move.
[tense music]
- How many Air Force officers
have you assassinated
for making you false reports?
- None.
In fact, most the really
unlikely ones are ours.
- All right, right, I get it.
Disinformation.
- That's right.
You see, numbers are
positive and negative
and knowledge is
positive and negative.
We release enough
negative knowledge,
it cancels up the real stuff.
- True.
Anyhow, we'll see it.
Not that I approve.
- No, of course not.
Never would have guessed.
Vince was a CIA.
Guess you just can't
trust anybody these days.
[tense music]
- Punch it in.
Punch it in, come one.
Three, 27, 60.
Get in.
- So, we'll be up
in about 20 minutes.
I think we can beat this thing.
We got to get to the rendezvous.
Where's Adams and Lee?
- I thought they were with you.
- Where'd they've gone?
- I have a pretty good idea.
- What do you see
inside my head, doctor?
- Blank, like a wall.
- Hypnotic conditioning.
The CIA is nothing,
it's not thorough.
- Christ, you're telling
this is some kind
of inter-agency competition?
- Wood has been in-charge
here long enough.
When you give a
man too much power,
he becomes overconfident
then paranoid.
The CIA can't trust a
feeble-minded guy like him
with something this momentous.
I'm the new operative.
- So, what do you want with me?
- I brought you along as
an early warning system.
You will let me know if the
rider is anywhere close.
- I would rather die if you
I could take you with me.
- Let's hope that you
don't have the chance
to test that theory.
Now, come on, let's go.
My ride will be here
in about three hours.
[tense music]
- Wood, you're taking
us to Adams and Lee.
- Wrong again, children.
- Fire once and you're dead.
- Come on, I'm already dead.
Don't you get it?
I'm finished.
Agency's just gonna rub me
out for letting this leak.
I'm already been replaced
by another operative, Adams.
You spend half your life
searching for the truth
and the other half telling lies.
Pretty soon you don't know
what the difference is
but it's too late.
You don't know how to stop.
Well, this is where I stop.
So you better get out.
You just get the hell out!
[motor revving]
- [Kirby] Let's go!
- Bring it on, you
son of a bitch!
[explosion bangs]
- He made his choice.
At least it bought
us some more time.
Come on!
[motor revving]
- Sounds like we're
almost ready to go.
And remember, don't touch it
until I give you the okay.
- What if I don't wanna do it?
- You have no choice if you
wanna get out of here alive.
Now, shut up and stand by.
Open the hatch.
This is it.
Now!
Do it now!
Give it to me.
Give it to me.
I'll take it now.
[grunting]
[motor revving]
[screeching]
[suspenseful music]
[screeching]
[gunshot bangs]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[yelling]
[gunshots bang]
[screeching]
- Dr. Lee, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- We gotta get out of here.
The chopper is ready to leave.
- No, wait, Kirby.
I know how to kill that thing.
[suspenseful music]
Kirby, buy me some
time, wait for my cue!
- [Biker] Do not attack,
I want to communicate with you.
- Who the hell are you?
- [Biker] Integration
of the host's brain
requires some time.
Mission's not been accomplished
and I am able to
communicate with you.
Why do you attack?
- You invaded us!
You killed my men,
you killed my squad.
- [Biker] You have
stolen a device from us.
We refuse you to acquire
forbidden information.
I have been sent to
retrieve this device
and destroy those
possessing knowledge it.
I do what is necessary
to accomplish my mission.
I am a soldier.
- So am I!
- [Biker] Do you comprehend
that an on-conflict between us
constitutes war
between our planets?
- I understand but
I got my orders.
- [Biker] Single combat with
you would serve no purpose.
Your weapons cannot destroy me.
I cannot be other
than what I am.
I will destroy you.
- Good luck.
- [Biker] Then you must die.
- Hey!
Looking for this?
- Lee!
[suspenseful music]
- [Biker] Give me the device.
The core, I must have it!
- You want it?
Come and get it!
[motor revving]
Now, Kirby, shoot, shoot!
[gunshot bangs]
[explosion bangs]
[tense music]
- Are you okay?
That's a ballsy move, Dr. Lee.
- Did we get him?
- Yeah, we got him.
But how'd you know?
- I didn't, not until
I touched the core.
Then I made a
connection with it.
- You mean that thing was alive?
- Yeah, and send it in an SOS.
Our man on the bike would
come in to the rescue.
They were two minds
but one and the same.
- Destroy one,
destroy the other.
Congratulations, Dr. Lee.
- You can congratulate
me all you want
once we're back.
[motor revving]
I thought you got it?
- Hey, you guys saw fireworks?
- You gotta be
kidding me, Ditko!
What the hell is this?
You're about to
scare us to death.
- This is the world
famous star cruiser.
Need a lift?
You're gonna miss your ride.
- I'm thinking
maybe it'd be better
if no once showed up
at the rendezvous.
Let them call in the air strike.
- Let them think we've
all been destroyed.
- Why not?
I've been thinking a
mid-life career change.
Which way you headed Mr. Ditko?
- I kinda have my heart set
on anywhere but here in USA.
This place definitely
lost its appeal.
- Sounds fine to me.
How about you, Kirby?
- Thought you'd never ask.
- Fine, retros!
Let's rock and roll, baby.
[squelching]
[zapping]
[tense music]
[tense music]
[energetic music]
[mellow ambient music]
- This is Agent Vincent Coletta,
audio log entry at 2100
hours and two minutes.
Signal interceptors steady.
Perimeter is secure
and Peter is asleep.
[alarm beeping]
Ah, shit!
What now?
[tense music]
Who the hell is that?
Now, be smart man, don't do it.
- I can't believe
I'm lost again.
- Just get on your bike and
get the hell outta here.
[device beeping]
What now?
Incoming?
Holy shit, I hope
this isn't true.
[meteor zooming]
[explosion bangs]
Emergency report at 2100
hours and five minutes.
I was tracking a possible
intruder outside defense line
at sector 12 when radar
indicated an inbound object.
I didn't get a good look at it
but I think it was a meteor.
I cannot tell if it landed
inside or outside the perimeter.
Alarm is still quiet.
I'm going to investigate.
[tense ambient music]
[motorcycle engine revving]
[rumbling]
[screeching]
[swooshing]
[screeching]
[tense music]
All secure, I am heading to
southeast to check on Peter.
All secured, I'm
gonna check the--
[alarm beeping]
Ah shit!
Perimeter alert at
sector 12, I'm on my way.
[tense music]
[humming]
Recording from sector 12
2100 hours and 22 minutes.
Perimeter has been breached.
We have a red security alert.
Intruder is riding a motorcycle.
Jesus, probably the
biker at large in there.
How the hell did he
burn through that fence?
[suspenseful music]
Who the hell are you?
You are on government property!
[zapping]
[gunshot bangs]
[engine revving]
[tense music]
[zapping]
[explosion bangs]
[tense music]
Ditco!
Ditco!
I've sighted an
engaged intruder.
I don't know what's going on.
I thought it was the
guy in the dirt bike
but I don't know
what the hell it is.
I fired at it at point
blank but it had no effect.
Oh, shit!
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
I'll try to make it to Peter!
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[somber ambient music]
[knocking]
- Sergeant Kirby!
Kirby, General Hubert wants
to see you in his office ASAP.
Don't forget to shave.
- I have made you team leader.
You'll have rank and you
will have the mission.
You think you can handle that?
Not that you have a choice.
- Yes, sir but how do I--
- This mission does not
exist, you understand?
The.
The covert nature
of this operation
precludes any active duty
Marine from participation
as well as the
knowledge of the mission
by the Defense Department.
So officially, it doesn't exist.
- Understand, sir.
- Oh, I know you, Kirby.
I've been following your career.
As far as I'm concerned,
you are the perfect man
for this mission.
- Thank you, sir.
- Now, you will follow
the direction of a CIA.
- CIA, sir.
- That's right.
His name Mr. Wood.
You will follow his direction
but the mission is yours.
You'll take responsibility
if the shit hits the fan.
- Yes, sir.
But is there anymore you
can tell me about this, sir?
- I'm afraid not.
Mr. Wood will fill you in.
Now, listen, Kirby.
Technically, you're still
suspended from action,
so let's not make
national news out of this.
Keep it simple.
Get in, and get out and
don't try to make up
for past mistakes.
If all goes well, I maybe
able to get you reinstated.
- Yes, sir.
About my team, sir--
- Don't need to worry
about that, son.
It's all been taken care of.
[mellow music]
- You know, when
you think about it,
it's like we're out own
kind of Fantastic Four.
You see, you're
like Johnny Storm.
- What, the Human Torch?
- Yeah, you know,
fire on the outside.
Just kind of a little
punk kid on the inside.
- Screw you!
- No, no, no, listen, listen.
Our fearless leader, he's
like the Thing, you know.
Clobbering time. [chuckles]
- It's like the Invisible
Woman just walked in the door.
- Yeah, although she looks
pretty damn visible to me.
Thank you.
- Dr. Lee to you, Private.
- Well, if I'm the Human Torch
and she's the Invisible Woman
and Sarge is the
Thing, who are you?
- Well, I'm Mr. Fantastic.
- Attention on deck!
At ease, Mr. Fantastic.
- Sir.
- People, this is
Sergeant Kirby,
the team leader on this mission.
Sergeant, I believe you know
Private Frazetta and Buscema.
And then Dr. Adams
will be helping us out
with any forensics.
This Dr. Lee.
She's a loan from the
Second Sight program.
[tense music]
- Nice to meet you, Dr. Lee.
- Second Sight?
- A telepathic and
psionic research.
- Yeesh, mind reader.
- Then there's Mr. Wood.
He will be--
- I'll be supervising
this mission.
Our destination is
Prairie Dog Colorado.
A little tourist reserve
deserted since the '50s.
We had one agent stationed.
Now, this has been a
secured government compound
but we have reason to
believe that that security
has been breached
and our man is,
well, dead, wounded or has
possibly deserted his post.
Our job is to find him.
Assess any possible
threat, eliminate it
and secure the area.
We'll be dropped off
approximately three miles
from the perimeter and
enter the compound on foot.
Now, this is a radio
silent mission.
The helicopter is scheduled
to return in 36 hours.
If we're not at
the rendezvous site
within 20 minutes of
landing, they will take off.
And the area will be eradicated
by aerial assault, so,
please don't lose your watches.
Questions?
- Yeah.
This is a potentially
dangerous mission,
why are we taking civilian then?
- Sorry, Sergeant,
that information
is on a restricted need
to know basis only.
Anything else?
Okay, let's do it!
[mellow music]
- [Kirby] Lieutenant,
you take point.
I'll bring up the rear.
- I hope this isn't a long one.
It's hot as hell out here.
- What's the matter, Frazzy?
Didn't bring your
comfy shoes with you?
- Knock it off, you two,
let's try to act like Marines.
- [Buscema] Trying, Sarge.
[birds tweeting]
[mellow ambient music]
[Lee shrieks]
- Move on, I'll handle her.
- Thanks.
- Dr. Lee, you're going
to have to keep up.
- So, Sergeant, who's
Corporal Geordino?
- You're practicing your mind
reading techniques already?
- Not exactly.
[tense music]
So, is it normal to
wear someone else's tag?
- That would be a
need to know basis.
You coming, Dr. Lee?
- Colorado loom.
- Beat me.
- Not you, man.
The birds.
- Christ, I hate nature.
- Hey, cut the chatter
up there, guys.
Hey, Wood.
Is the man on a motorcycle?
- No.
Only vehicle on the
compound is a truck.
- Somebody's in here, I wonder.
Let's keep moving.
- All right, right
here, this is it.
Spread out.
All right now, Sergeant,
you gonna have to
keep your men back.
I'm the only one
authorized to approach.
- Mr. Wood, with
all due respect,
that house hasn't been secured.
You don't have any idea if
there's anything in there.
- Just do what I say, Sergeant.
I'll inform you when
it's secured, though.
- This pile of
bull is top secret?
Looks like a frigging outhouse.
[tense music]
[tense music]
Figure somebody cut
his throat in there?
Yeah, no such luck.
[tense music]
- So, this telepathic insight
of yours, how good is it?
Can you tell what's
happening in there?
- Sometimes, it takes a
little while to connect.
Other times, it
happens instantly.
Telepathy is only a
part of what I do.
A better term would
be psychometry.
You see, all objects
possess an inner life.
They remember things
about the events
and people they come
into contact with.
Impressions of an individual
can be transmitted
to an object which that
person has in his possession.
Those impression can be
transmitted to other persons
and even objects.
When I touch an object, I
receive these impressions.
It's as though I were
a television receiver.
I see the recorded events
like watching a TV show
that glides in my soul.
- How did one come
by this talent?
You have to be stuck by
lightning, blessed by god, what?
- Anybody can do it.
But very few do.
[tense music]
I'm sorry about invading your
privacy back there, Sergeant.
I didn't know, I--
- Forget it, Dr. Lee.
- You have a lot of
pain inside of you.
- Stay out of my head, doc.
Unpleasant place to be.
[tense music]
- Dr. Lee, doesn't
it bother you?
- What?
- Intruding on people's privacy.
It's rather unfair.
I mean, are you the only one
entitled to keep secrets?
- Do you have secrets?
- Of course, everyone does.
But one shouldn't go when
one has not been invited.
And I would very
much appreciate it
provided that you can read minds
but you stay out of mine
as well, all right, doctor?
- I do, doc
- Who wanna read your puny mind?
[tense music]
- I don't wanna panic anybody.
- Ooh, spider senses tingling.
- Dr. Lee, I prefer
you stay close to us.
- That is wild.
I can't make sense to this,
it's like I'm hearing
a foreign language
but backwards but there's
some English in it
like two voices in one head.
- Mouth shut, eyes open.
Frazetta, northeast corner.
Buscema, top left edge.
Tell me what you hear.
- I'm not sure.
It's like a chattering static.
- Can you get us a direction?
- No.
Kirby!
[motor revving]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[tense music]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
[gunshots bang]
[zapping]
[tense music]
- Frazetta, get to
Buscema, he's been hit!
Dr. Adams, make it to the cabin.
Let's go!
[somber music]
- Come on, come on!
[grunting]
- Wood!
Wood!
Wood!
Dr. Adams, check on Buscema.
- People are not
authorized to be in here!
- Screw your
authorization, Wood!
Didn't you hear what
was going on out there?
- I heard it.
- Then what?
You were too busy
to help us out?
I got a wounded soldier here.
- It doesn't look too deep.
He's gonna be all right.
- Good.
Frazetta, check the back door.
- All right.
- It's a bit warm in here
for a fire, isn't it?
- We all have our order.
- Yeah, and just what are those?
Just another damn
cover up if you ask me!
- It doesn't concern you.
- What does concern me
is there's a maniac
on a bike out there!
- You have your orders.
I suggest you follow them.
- I wanna secure the perimeter.
[somber music]
[tense music]
- Dr. Lee!
Dr. Lee!
Could you give me
a hand, please?
[energetic music]
- I don't trust that dude any
farther than I can throw him.
- Sir?
- Keep an eye on him.
Had some experience with
these CIA operatives before.
- Yes, sir.
- Frazetta, you okay?
- Fantastic.
- Here you go.
These should help ease the pain.
- Did you really hear
something from that rider
or were you grandstanding
right there?
- No, I,
I don't know.
- What are you talking about?
- I heard something
I've never heard before.
- Why don't you just
tell us what you heard?
- Something loud like two
voices running together.
One human, one,
I don't know.
- Shit, biker from hell.
- Are where patched through
to Henderson Air Force base?
- Oh, you're not authorized
to use that equipment.
- Yes, I know.
- Sergeant, you heard me!
- I heard you, Mr. Wood
and I appreciate that this
is a need to know situation
but right now, we need to
know a hell of a lot more
than we do!
I can't walk into a black hole
and I can't ask squad of
this size to follow me there.
We're calling for reinforcement.
- I brought you along because
I thought you're an officer
who knew what it meant
to follow orders.
- I had my orders, to
carry out my mission,
to render this area secure!
Now, Mr. Wood, give
us the information.
Tell us what we need to know
to carry out our mission
or I'm gonna call in the cavalry
and let them decide
how to deal with it.
I-Team Special to Henderson.
Three kilo three.
- What makes you think I
know any more than you?
- Three words, C-I-A.
- Okay.
This is a listening
post and we tapped in
a very confidential
transmission.
- It's a big surprise.
- Yeah, but there are
people, organizations
that would give
anything to get access
to these machines you've heard.
And clearly, someone
has come looking.
- So, what are you saying?
This is some kind
of secret agent?
Some kind of foreign spook?
- With those laser
beams and shit?
- We have lasers,
we have body armor.
Obviously, somebody
has the same,
a bit more advanced,
I admit but seriously,
what else could it be?
Well, this post is now secure
but we still haven't
found Agent Coletta
and that rider or whatever
it is still out there.
Now, you need to capture or kill
and I can't tell you a
damn thing how to do that.
That's your specialty.
- [Kirby] Is there any else
that you're not telling us?
- Not to my estimation.
- Dr. Lee, what's in his head?
- [Lee] Nothing.
- I could've told you that.
- Everything he said feels
that it's been memorized.
When I try to go deeper,
all I get are math equation,
bus schedules.
- Bus schedules?
- He's blocking me.
Now, he's reciting the
Pledge of Allegiance.
He's been been trained to
resist having his thoughts read.
I just can't get through him.
- CIA feels the best
offense is a good defense
so yes, I have been trained
to block mental intruders.
Now, if we can dispense
with the amateur theatrics,
maybe we can get
this mission going.
- All right, Wood, but
do yourself a favor,
don't ever assume
that I'm bluffing.
- Yeah, I'll take that
under advice, man.
- Adams, Lee, you're
going with us.
Buscema, stay here with Wood.
I don't want you down there
until we've done a
complete sweep of the town.
- Now, just hold on!
- Buscema, if he
moves, shoot him.
- You don't have
the authority, pal!
- Maybe not but you can take
that up with the commission
when we get back.
Right now, you'll do as I say.
We'll radio you when
we get down to the town
unless of course, there
is something down there.
Something you don't
want us to know about.
- As far as I know,
it's just a town.
- Right, Buscema, you
keep an eye on things.
You stay here till
you hear from me.
If you don't hear
from me in two hours,
you make that call to Henderson.
- Yes, Sergeant.
[tense music]
- [Kirby] All right, wait here.
Let me go check it out.
- So, Adams, a lab rat
like you seen much action
in the forensics?
- Not really.
The closest I've
been to firearms
is the Orange County gun show.
Usually, by the time I show
up, the bad guys are long gone.
- Dr. Lee, you hear anything
which you know about?
- The birds and the
trees, for the moment,
all is right with the world.
- Yeah, that's always
the way it is and boom!
Like this shows up.
- [Kirby] It's all clear.
[tense music]
- Well now, this is
counterproductive.
I mean you are a soldier
guarding a US agent.
We're on the same side,
for Christ's sake.
- Just following orders, sir.
Mr. Wood, don't think
you'll be needing
that little bundle
under your coat there.
- Never hurts to be ready.
- Well, if you
wouldn't mind, sir,
would you please
hand over the weapon?
- I'm not about to take
orders from you, Private.
- Consider the order
coming from my friend,
mister nine-millimeter
here, sir.
If you very gently toss
that aside on to me,
I'll really appreciate it.
Gently.
- You're a good soldier.
[tense music]
- Why do I suddenly
feel like clammy, sir?
Breeze at Madison County
Eastwood, of course.
- Why don't you try feeling
like a Marine and shut up?
Let's just apprehend this
perpetrator and go home.
- Here's your blood, Sergeant.
Figure it's less
than 72 hours old.
- It's like he's
lost a lot of blood.
Think this is fatal?
[gunshots bang]
Frazetta, Christ!
You just let the whole
world we're here.
- Sorry, Sarge.
Let's move, just tell me.
- Kirby.
I'm feeling something.
[motor revving]
- Get inside!
Go!
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[suspenseful music]
[zapping]
Frazetta, take the back door!
- Right!
- Doctor, you getting anything?
Doctor, let's get
away from that window!
- No, no, he's trailing,
he's moving off.
- Good.
- All tight.
We're not gonna make
a stand here, are we?
- We're surviving
here about two minutes
trying to defend ourselves
from that son of a bitch.
Dr. Adams, we're
gonna need your help.
- I'm not a commando!
- No shit but we need
all the help we can get!
Ready?
Let's move.
[suspenseful music]
You and Frazetta on
the second floor.
Doctor, as you see or
feel anything, radio me.
Frazetta, you're sniping.
- Cool.
- Dr. Adams, you
stay right here.
If he comes around
from the back,
you'll be the first to see it.
Wait, you just point this
in the general direction
of anything you wanna kill.
Pull the trigger.
I'll be the running target.
Let's go!
[suspenseful music]
- Are you worried?
- Hell, yes.
Wood, that son of a bitch.
He's one of the
liar of the spook.
Don't be telling me that
somebody's gonna come in here
on a covert snatch and grab
right in some freaking
laser-packing chopper from hell.
That's bullshit.
- Maybe it's more than that.
- Damn right, it is.
Hey, doc, we're on the
same here, you know.
Mr. Fantastic and
Invisible Girl.
- Supergirl and Superboy.
- No, no, no, that's DC,
wrong universe, okay?
What am I getting
at, your brainwaves
have told you something.
Spill it.
- I'm stumbling around the
dark just like the rest of you.
I can hear the rider but I just
can't make sense out of it.
- Let's move.
[tense music]
- We're all clear down here.
I wanna proceed down
main street, see if
I can draw him out.
Keep me covered.
- Come on.
Hold this.
- Kirby, this is Lee.
All quiet and clear.
[suspenseful music]
- No sign of him yet.
[static buzzing]
- Think the Murdercycle's
been through here.
Hold on just a second.
[zapping]
Just been tagged.
I can't target.
Can you see him
from your position?
- Negative, where the
hell was your ESP?
- I don't know what
the hell I'm hearing.
It just keeps changing.
- Okay, I'm going to
head back the street
towards your position.
As soon as you can
target, fire on his ass.
[tense music]
- Doctor, could you
reach on my pocket?
Pull out that clip
marked with blue tape?
- What is it?
- It's Teflon armor
piercing rounds.
Saved it for special occasions.
- Okay, here he comes.
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots bang]
[explosion bangs]
[gunshot bangs]
[gunshot bangs]
- Well, you're a mighty
cool costumer, soldier.
Won't you wanna know what
all that shooting's about?
- Pretty good idea
what's that about.
- Well, they might
need our help.
- If they do, Sergeant call.
- They maybe wounded
not able to call.
You don't know.
- I know how to
follow orders, sir.
- Your friends maybe dying.
Don't you care?
- Mr. Wood, we're
not going anywhere.
Not me, not you.
- [Kirby] You all okay?
- So much for fucking Teflon.
- What the hell?
Sergeant, look at this.
- Is that from the bike?
- I don't know.
It smells like motor
oil but it's not oil.
- But whatever it is, it looks
like we've done some damage.
Oh, take a look at this.
I found this over by the barn.
- Let me see them.
[tense music]
Whoever this belong
to is still alive.
- Coletta?
- I'm not sure, it could be.
The feedback is all fragmented.
No complete thoughts.
- Well, if its Coletta, he's
in pretty bad shape by now.
Frazetta, you and Dr. Lee take
that side of the building,
Adams, you come with me.
Let's go!
[tense music]
- Sergeant, more blood splatter.
Whatever it was, they were
headed out to that field.
- Let's check it out.
- Now, you wouldn't really
shoot me, would you?
- Yes, sir.
- You're really something,
soldier, you know?
[grunts]
This wasn't supposed
to happen, son.
[gunshot bangs]
- So, would Mr. Fantastic
do in a situation like this?
- Hmm, probably invent some
rounds that could punch
through that son of
a bitch on a bike.
Or turn himself into a
lasso and rope the bastard.
So, what happened anyway?
Why didn't you hear it?
You know, telepath him.
- I got confused.
For a second, I thought
I heard this man.
I could make out his
thoughts in English
and then I realize all
of a sudden it wasn't him
and I got all confused.
- So what was he thinking?
- Hard to say.
It's like reading a machine.
Search for objectives, eliminate
opposition, follow orders.
- Sure you aren't reading Sarge?
- Could've been.
[mellow music]
- This is Kirby,
I found something.
- You're a real piece of
shit, Wood, you know that?
- Quiet, keep moving.
- Why'd you shoot
the radio, man?
That's what I don't understand.
At least we could call
in for help or something.
- No one infiltrates until
we've secured the area.
- Yeah, no one leaves
either, is that it?
Listen man, I'm not about
to get dead on your account.
- What about Kirby,
you'd do it for him?
- He's a Marine.
He's different.
I don't know what
to make of you.
Like I don't even
want you on my side.
You're just guys in suit
who tell lies to people
just to keep them from
finding out about bigger lies.
Tell lies to the point
maybe you don't even know
what the truth is yourself.
- Yeah, welcome the
real world, son.
- That's not the
real world, sir.
That's your world.
I like my world better.
- And Kirby, he's
okay on your book?
- Yeah, he sure is hell is.
- Did you ever tell you
why he got suspended
from active duty?
- No.
- Well, let me you
in a little secret
about your fearless leader.
- Think we found
our man, Coletta.
Or at least what's left of him.
- Shit.
I ain't never seen nobody
messed up like that.
You okay, doc?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
It's just I'm not used to
seeing a body like that.
- I never expected a
forensics guy go green
with the first sight of blood.
- Yeah.
[tense music]
- Whoever that biker is, he's
the one that killed Coletta.
He's being chased through
here and then stopped here--
- Oh, I could've
figured that out
just by examining the
forensic evidence.
- That's not all.
This little device here,
this is some sort of key.
I don't know what's
hidden out there.
I don't know if
it's native or not
but whatever it is, Coletta
died trying to protect it.
- Hey, maybe this is what
he was trying to protect.
Steel.
- Oh, yeah.
- Maybe this is what
Wood's been lying about.
This is what's he's
been hiding up here,
and what that
rider's looking for.
You were reading his
mind, what do you think?
- I don't know, I keep
getting the feeling
there's something
human in there,
then it all turns upside down.
- Are you telling me this
thing may not be human?
- I don't know.
There's something
alive in there,
that's all about
I could tell you.
- Doctor.
- Hmm?
- Any thoughts?
- I was just thinking
I'd like to be around
a thousand miles away from here.
- Amen.
Tell me, Sergeant,
what do you think?
- I'm thinking I'd like to have
about a pound or two
of some tef right now
so I'd know if that
thing came back,
I'd be able to kill it.
- You sure he'll come back?
- Oh, he'll come back.
He'll come back for what's on
the other side of that door.
- Something's coming this way.
- [Kirby] Where?
- I can't tell.
- Let's head for cover.
- Right, Sarge.
Freeze, don't take another step.
- [Buscema] We're on the same
side, in case you forgot.
- No shit, what the
hell are you doing here?
I thought I told you to
keep him up at the cabin.
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[gunshots rattling]
[gunshots rattling]
[zapping]
- Kirby, I think it's all clear.
- Frazetta!
[gunshots rattling]
[suspenseful music]
[zapping]
[suspenseful music]
[grunting]
- Just kill me.
[mumbling]
[gunshot bangs]
- This blood's on
your hands, Wood.
You got that?
By disobeying my direct order,
you cost a good man his life.
- And I'll remind you
that you're under my
command, Sergeant.
- Bullshit!
I'm not taking a rap for that!
And I'll tell what else.
We're gonna go back
up to that cabin
and we're gonna radio
Henderson for an airlift
and when they get here--
- Nobody's radioing anybody.
- What do you mean?
You bastard.
You destroyed the radio.
- It was my fault, sir.
I thought he was escaping
and discharged my weapon
and I accidentally hit it.
- You don't have to cover
for this scumbag, Buscema!
- You might wanna
think a little less
about how everyone's out
to sabotage you, Sergeant
and a little more about how
to accomplish the objectives
of this mission.
- Then why don't you tell us
just what the hell they are?
Dr. Lee, can you?
[tense music]
What is it Wood?
What do you got hidden away
in this little park up here?
Toxic waste dump?
Illegal arms reserve?
How about a spy satellite?
[tense music]
Dr. Lee?
- I'm all right.
- Well, we didn't just work
out defensive strategies
against telepaths, we
have offensive ones too.
- I don't understand.
- He thought about me
being raped and killed.
Just caught me by
surprise, that's all.
I can try.
Kirby, I'm reading
someone else now.
- The rider?
- Civilian.
- Civilian?
That's impossible.
- Lead the way, doctor.
[tense music]
Come out and identify
yourself now!
- [Man] If I come
out, you'll shoot me.
- If I wanted to shoot
you, you're already dead.
- [Man] Maybe you just
want a clear target.
- Get out here
with your hands up
or this conversation is
going to over forever.
- All right, take it easy, okay?
Okay, take it easy.
I'm not one of them.
Oh, you're all like Marines.
My granddaddy was a Marine.
Korea, hey, hey!
I'm a brother, fighting
against alien invasion.
You don't wanna shoot
when you all met me.
That'd be friendly fire.
Persian-Gulf War syndrome.
- Are you Peter?
- Hell no.
- Who the hell is Peter?
- Sergeant, I've
seen this man before.
He has something to
do with this place.
- Yeah, I'm freedom fighter
Ditko, reporting, sir.
- So, you're not this Peter guy?
- No, sir.
Ditko.
[suspenseful music]
- What do think about this guy?
Is he on the level?
- Well, I believe
what's he saying.
- Doesn't exactly fit
the profile of a spy.
- This whole area is a hot
a bed of alien activity.
I got my observation place set
up couple of miles from here.
Some nights, we get three
motherships all at once.
Gets a little crowded, you know.
- This compound's
supposed to be secure.
I mean no one oughta be
able to get within 20 feet
without tripping an alarm.
- Yeah, yeah, I know, but
see, they made a big mistake.
Heat sensors, it's
useless against a guy
who's wrapped himself
in frosty packs.
I've disabled them along
the entire section.
I cut the chain and service
gain, just drove on in.
- Well, you think that's cute?
Kid, when we get back,
I can have you locked up
for five to 10 so I'd
advise you to shut up.
- What is your problem?
Look, Vince and I go way back.
Didn't he tell you about me?
- Vince who?
- Vince Coletta.
- Well, for you information,
Vince and I go way back.
Hell, I'm probably the
only person he's talked to
the whole time he's been here.
I keep him company, we
play chess sometimes.
Well, between us, he's
not much of a strategist
if you know what I mean.
He didn't tell me you
guys where coming in.
Where the hell is he anyway?
- He's dead.
- Mr. Ditko, did you say you
came here by car or truck?
- Sorry, I got this whole
star cruiser on a church
at the far side of town but
I lost the keys somewhere.
- Then these must
belong to you then.
- Hey, you found them.
Hope it still runs.
You know, this area, it used
to be a nice place to live
before ET mothers came in
and burned every living soul.
It really messed up this
place something fierce.
I got this trying to
save my granddaddy
but I wasn't able to.
First, I thought it was
some military operation,
you know, I'm trying to protect
that little secret base,
now I know.
It was a full on close encounter
of the totally lethal kind.
- Kirby, we got work to do.
You wanna listen
to this headcase?
- Quiet a second.
Secret base?
You mean Agent Coletta's shack?
- No, sir, I...
Agent Coletta?
CIA.
Now, it all makes sense.
I should've known.
- What secret base?
- My dad and me, we saw him
in the middle of the night,
23 trucks full of cement,
the fences were already
up by then, you know.
I just figured it was some
top secret EBGB operation.
- All right, that's it.
Kirby, place this
man under arrest.
- Mr. Wood, if anybody's
gonna be placed under arrest,
it's gonna be you.
- Yeah, you spook!
Mister secret agent man.
With your freaking
CIA issued shoes.
- That reminds me, Mr. Wood,
I have something I'd like
to talk to you about.
- Oh, really?
- What's that?
- I think I have a good idea
of where those 23 trucks of
cement might have gone to.
[tense music]
Mr. Wood, it's on the
other side of that door.
- You're getting way
over your head, Kirby.
I'm telling you, you don't
wanna be involved with this.
- Buscema, relieve Mr.
Wood of his weapon.
- Man has nerves.
He's all quivering, he's
afraid mama's gonna spank him.
Ouch!
- Shut up.
- He's reciting the
alphabet to keep me out.
- I hear nothing.
- Dr. Lee is a psychic.
- Mr. Wood, was on the
other side of this door?
I said, what's on the
other side of this door?
Lee?
- Still can't get through.
[thuds]
[grunts]
Kirby!
- Wood, I'm gonna get
what I need out of you.
- All right, go on.
Go on, let's go there.
Come on, let's go
there together!
- Kirby, please stop, please!
- Back off!
I'm gonna find out what's on
the other side of that door.
- Go on, come on,
let's see what you got.
Killing your own man seems
to be a habit of you,
doesn't it, Kirby?
You didn't think
I knew about that?
Oh, come on, Kirby.
I know everything.
Nicaragua, you lost the
whole platoon, a man
and another CIA operative.
Any of these sound familiar?
You marched your men
right into that ambush.
And they all bought
except for you.
Of course, the inquiry couldn't
prove if it was treason
or just plain incompetence
but we all know what really
happened, don't we, Private?
- You bastard!
Why don't you tell him
what really happened?
Tell him that the CIA operative
led us into that ambush.
- Yeah, that's not
how the report reads.
Suppose we could ask the
operative but he's dead!
Go on.
Go on, cut me.
I know you want to.
You don't know
anything about me.
You think you can break me?
You have no idea
what I'm made of!
So you go on, you go ahead.
Maybe I'll talk.
I don't know but I'm gonna
make you pay the price.
I'm not gonna let it out easy.
Maybe there won't be much
left in me when we're done
but there's gonna
be even left in you.
- Wood, tell me about Peter.
- Who is this Peter guy
you dudes talking about?
- An acronym.
In his side pocket, there's
some sort of key device.
- It's just like
the one Coletta had.
- The code open the
door is three, 27, 60.
[tense music]
- Come on, Wood.
You're taking us with you.
Buscema, take Ditko, Dr. Adams
back to the observation shack.
- No, sir, I mean,
I might be useful.
- Yeah, you might, Dr. Adams
but you're going back to
the observation shack.
Dr. Lee, Wood,
you're going with me.
- Please, Sergeant, I
really must go down there.
- Dr. Adams, I don't have
time to argue with you.
- Hey, you heard the chief.
Let's hit the road, dude.
- Buscema, make sure you
secure the door behind.
- Wood.
You lied to me.
- Sorry, kid.
It's my job.
[tense music]
[tense music]
- It's clear.
- Didn't like what the
sergeant was doing, didn't you?
- No.
- It's kinda like,
well, rape.
I mean it's kinda like what
I was thinking about you
when you were trying
to read my mind before.
- I suppose so.
- You don't like that.
You don't like the
idea of being raped.
- I suppose I don't.
- Well, that's funny.
What do you call what you do?
Every time you violate the
privacy of somebody else's mind
against their will.
You're lucky there were
no law about that idea.
What do you suppose
what happen if they do.
What name would they give people
who rape other
people's minds, doctor?
- I don't know.
I just know that I didn't want
Kirby to keep hurting you.
- Oh, yes.
Who's sick, mine or his?
- Both.
- Which way, Mr. Wood?
- Oh, back to being mister now.
Oh, I suppose you
wanna go to the left.
[tense music]
Allow me to make
the introduction.
This is Peter.
Prototype extraterrestrial
tachyon energy regulator.
- Extraterrestrial?
- That's right.
Peter was recovered from
a crash site of a UFO
in this area some time ago.
Most likely a probe
that's used to communicate
to its home planet.
- Is this some kind
of radio transmitter?
- Huh, it's a lot
more than that.
It transmits.
But it also receives data.
- What kind of data?
- Everything, physics,
computer science, space travel,
things that would take us
years to discover if ever.
Look, this is the
heart of the thing.
- This is what you've
been hiding here?
Just how many men were
you willing to feed
to this sausage grinder to
protect your little secret?
- For a device of
unspeakable importance
that reveals the
secret of the universe?
As many as it
took, including me.
- Christ.
- I was sent here to protect it.
At all cost.
- And what was suppose to
happen of we stumbled across
all of these?
- Suppose to happen?
What makes you think it won't?
There aren't gonna
be any more missions
for us after this, Sergeant.
- Jesus, another set up.
Just like Nicaragua.
- Kirby, I'm picking
up something.
We're not alone.
- You wanna be a soldier?
Well then be one!
Kill that damn rider!
Don't let him discover
this is the prize.
- Where is it?
- I can't tell.
- Is there a back
way outta here?
Is there?
- There's a back exit, Sergeant.
This way!
- No, you two go ahead.
I'll buy us some time.
- You don't stand a chance
alone with that thing.
- [Kirby] That's an order.
- Good luck.
[suspenseful music]
- Please don't shoot!
- Adams, you idiot!
I could've killed you!
- I'm not cut out for
this sort of thing.
- What the hell are
you doing down here?
- We found something.
You better take a look.
Where are the others?
- There's a back
exit here somewhere.
Hey, how'd you get
down here, anyway?
- Oh, the door was open.
- Buscema, I told him to make
sure that thing was shut.
Let's get outta here.
[tense music]
A meteor?
- Hell no, man.
This is ground zero
for the invasion.
What do think is
riding that chopper?
It ain't Peter freaking Fonda.
This is Mr. Saturn come
to kick us in our ass.
Don't you know anything?
- Whatever made this
crate, it was small.
But whatever it was, it
certainly not here now.
Maybe it was some kind of--
- Biomechanical
parasite that latches on
and grabs hold of
whatever it can.
Then it transforms
itself into a--
- Soldier.
- [Ditko] Yeah, like I said
before, those guys up there
are real interested in
what we got down here.
Real interested.
- Gonna be dark soon.
Lets get back to the cabin.
- Sarge.
I let you down.
And I let Frazetta down.
- Don't worry about it.
[motor revving]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots rattling]
[zapping]
- Son of a bitch!
[gunshots rattling]
[suspenseful music]
[explosion bangs]
- Kinda creepy being
in here without Vince.
He never could beat me in chess.
Couldn't seem to
think down in here.
- Don't need anybody go
wandering around outside.
You'll break trip wire with
grenades all around the cabin.
Don't know how much
good they'll do
but at least we
won't be surprised.
Wood, you gotta tell us what
the hell it is we're fighting.
You want us to fight, you
want us to kill the enemy,
you want us to save
your little gadget.
You can't deny us
an enemy profile.
- Sergeant, I can give
you an enemy profile.
It something that has six
eyes, four arms and big.
- Those poor dumb
bastards down at center.
They're listening for
signs of intelligence
while it fools all around them.
I mean look at all
these monitors.
Look at these eyes
and eyes ears.
Looking at what?
What are they listening to?
Where do think the
technology came from
to that technological Satan
down in that basement?
- Come on, Wood, you're
not making any sense.
- That sphere, Peter!
It caps an all-power
that diminishes
our technology to nothing.
Source more powerful than
all of our nuclear technology
combined and multiplied
exponentially.
We accidentally tapped in,
we learned how to read it.
And nobody knows
about it but us.
Not the president,
not the Congress,
not even the Washington Post.
It's been out.
- Jesus.
- The rightful owner has
sent someone down here
to recover their
old communicator
or whatever the hell it is.
- Yup.
- [Lee] You wouldn't
have don't it, would you?
- [Kirby] What?
- Kill Wood if he didn't tell
you what you needed to know.
You couldn't kill
one of your own men.
- Wood's not one of my men.
- You can't carry
this burden around
with you forever, Sergeant.
It'll destroy you.
- What's a boot
camp without him?
He's a good man.
[melancholic music]
Took his dog tag so
I wouldn't forget.
I got him killed.
- It's not your fault.
Neither of is any of these.
- Yeah?
But I couldn't stop it.
There's difference between
good guys and bad guys.
- There is, Kirby.
You still believe
that, don't you?
- Maybe, but it
doesn't seem to matter.
You can do your job,
still lose in the end.
'Cause of people
like Wood in there.
- Then we don't let him win.
Maybe you're right.
I'm gonna walk the perimeter.
- Careful, Sergeant.
- Knowledge hawks,
that's what you are.
But it gets out, it gets out.
Area 51, huh?
Roswell.
- Look, I hate to
break this to you
but Roswell is nothing
but a spy buoy.
And there's nothing at Area 51
but some old atomic
powered aircraft prototypes
from the '50s that never
got off the ground.
And in case you're wondering,
Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone.
I see you like bony conspiracy
theories floating around.
They hide the real ones.
Any other questions?
- Yeah, well.
What about John Lennon?
- You got me there.
- That was a tragedy.
- [Adams] Dr. Lee,
where's the sergeant?
- [Lee] Going to
walk the perimeter.
- Oh, that's good.
You see, I wanted to talk
to you about something.
I need your help.
- Dr. Adams, I'm
afraid I'm a bit tired.
[tense music]
- I insist.
Please don't scream, the result
would be bad for both of us.
- What are you doing?
- I'm afraid I don't have
time to chat right now
but I'm sure you'll agree
I've done much better job
at concealing my
thoughts than Mr. Wood.
Now, let's go.
You're taking me back
to the underground base.
- We can't get through the door.
- How did you get that
away from the sergeant?
- I didn't, I
brought it with me.
Of course, I didn't know the
code until you and the sergeant
encouraged Mr. Wood.
Now, move.
[tense music]
- How many Air Force officers
have you assassinated
for making you false reports?
- None.
In fact, most the really
unlikely ones are ours.
- All right, right, I get it.
Disinformation.
- That's right.
You see, numbers are
positive and negative
and knowledge is
positive and negative.
We release enough
negative knowledge,
it cancels up the real stuff.
- True.
Anyhow, we'll see it.
Not that I approve.
- No, of course not.
Never would have guessed.
Vince was a CIA.
Guess you just can't
trust anybody these days.
[tense music]
- Punch it in.
Punch it in, come one.
Three, 27, 60.
Get in.
- So, we'll be up
in about 20 minutes.
I think we can beat this thing.
We got to get to the rendezvous.
Where's Adams and Lee?
- I thought they were with you.
- Where'd they've gone?
- I have a pretty good idea.
- What do you see
inside my head, doctor?
- Blank, like a wall.
- Hypnotic conditioning.
The CIA is nothing,
it's not thorough.
- Christ, you're telling
this is some kind
of inter-agency competition?
- Wood has been in-charge
here long enough.
When you give a
man too much power,
he becomes overconfident
then paranoid.
The CIA can't trust a
feeble-minded guy like him
with something this momentous.
I'm the new operative.
- So, what do you want with me?
- I brought you along as
an early warning system.
You will let me know if the
rider is anywhere close.
- I would rather die if you
I could take you with me.
- Let's hope that you
don't have the chance
to test that theory.
Now, come on, let's go.
My ride will be here
in about three hours.
[tense music]
- Wood, you're taking
us to Adams and Lee.
- Wrong again, children.
- Fire once and you're dead.
- Come on, I'm already dead.
Don't you get it?
I'm finished.
Agency's just gonna rub me
out for letting this leak.
I'm already been replaced
by another operative, Adams.
You spend half your life
searching for the truth
and the other half telling lies.
Pretty soon you don't know
what the difference is
but it's too late.
You don't know how to stop.
Well, this is where I stop.
So you better get out.
You just get the hell out!
[motor revving]
- [Kirby] Let's go!
- Bring it on, you
son of a bitch!
[explosion bangs]
- He made his choice.
At least it bought
us some more time.
Come on!
[motor revving]
- Sounds like we're
almost ready to go.
And remember, don't touch it
until I give you the okay.
- What if I don't wanna do it?
- You have no choice if you
wanna get out of here alive.
Now, shut up and stand by.
Open the hatch.
This is it.
Now!
Do it now!
Give it to me.
Give it to me.
I'll take it now.
[grunting]
[motor revving]
[screeching]
[suspenseful music]
[screeching]
[gunshot bangs]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots bang]
[yelling]
[gunshots bang]
[screeching]
- Dr. Lee, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- We gotta get out of here.
The chopper is ready to leave.
- No, wait, Kirby.
I know how to kill that thing.
[suspenseful music]
Kirby, buy me some
time, wait for my cue!
- [Biker] Do not attack,
I want to communicate with you.
- Who the hell are you?
- [Biker] Integration
of the host's brain
requires some time.
Mission's not been accomplished
and I am able to
communicate with you.
Why do you attack?
- You invaded us!
You killed my men,
you killed my squad.
- [Biker] You have
stolen a device from us.
We refuse you to acquire
forbidden information.
I have been sent to
retrieve this device
and destroy those
possessing knowledge it.
I do what is necessary
to accomplish my mission.
I am a soldier.
- So am I!
- [Biker] Do you comprehend
that an on-conflict between us
constitutes war
between our planets?
- I understand but
I got my orders.
- [Biker] Single combat with
you would serve no purpose.
Your weapons cannot destroy me.
I cannot be other
than what I am.
I will destroy you.
- Good luck.
- [Biker] Then you must die.
- Hey!
Looking for this?
- Lee!
[suspenseful music]
- [Biker] Give me the device.
The core, I must have it!
- You want it?
Come and get it!
[motor revving]
Now, Kirby, shoot, shoot!
[gunshot bangs]
[explosion bangs]
[tense music]
- Are you okay?
That's a ballsy move, Dr. Lee.
- Did we get him?
- Yeah, we got him.
But how'd you know?
- I didn't, not until
I touched the core.
Then I made a
connection with it.
- You mean that thing was alive?
- Yeah, and send it in an SOS.
Our man on the bike would
come in to the rescue.
They were two minds
but one and the same.
- Destroy one,
destroy the other.
Congratulations, Dr. Lee.
- You can congratulate
me all you want
once we're back.
[motor revving]
I thought you got it?
- Hey, you guys saw fireworks?
- You gotta be
kidding me, Ditko!
What the hell is this?
You're about to
scare us to death.
- This is the world
famous star cruiser.
Need a lift?
You're gonna miss your ride.
- I'm thinking
maybe it'd be better
if no once showed up
at the rendezvous.
Let them call in the air strike.
- Let them think we've
all been destroyed.
- Why not?
I've been thinking a
mid-life career change.
Which way you headed Mr. Ditko?
- I kinda have my heart set
on anywhere but here in USA.
This place definitely
lost its appeal.
- Sounds fine to me.
How about you, Kirby?
- Thought you'd never ask.
- Fine, retros!
Let's rock and roll, baby.
[squelching]
[zapping]
[tense music]
[tense music]