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]