War of the Worlds (1988–1990): Season 1, Episode 21 - So Shall Ye Reap - full transcript

In 1953, Earth experienced
a war of the worlds.

Common bacteria
stopped the aliens,

but it didn't kill them.

Instead, the aliens lapsed
into a state of deep hibernation.

Now the aliens have
been resurrected,

more terrifying
than ever before.

In 1953, aliens started
taking over the world,

today, they're taking
over our bodies.

I'll do anything you want.

Just give me more!

The Advocacy has made
our mission very clear.



I assure you I'm
doing the best I can.

Let me remind you of the
work already done, comrade.

At great risk, our people have
infiltrated the drug syndicates.

They have one purpose:
to distribute this drug

you swore would turn
humans into murderers

of their own kind.

And it will, Envoy... in time.

The human's neurological
system is reaching

the extreme upper
limit of stimulation.

Meaning?

In this particular case,

the subject's excitement level

is the same to violent and
so-called erotic imagery.

And this is good?



Yes, Envoy, very good.

It means we're close to a
breakthrough with this new drug.

How close?

That depends.

I need to run some more tests.

Perhaps two or three more weeks.

That's completely unacceptable.

The Advocacy expects
results immediately.

Why else do you
think I was sent here?

Be forewarned, comrade.

The Advocacy does not
look kindly on delays...

or failures.

A small problem,
easily corrected.

Then one more day
should be enough.

Whoa! I'm out of shape.

Bartender, a Greyhound.

If you, uh, don't
mind me saying so,

your shape looks fine to me.

Jack Sawyer, Kansas City,

Kansas.

Sherry... Chicago born and bred.

So what do folks in
Chicago do for fun?

That depends...

on what your idea of fun is.

So, do you live around here?

Not really. Where
are you staying?

Right upstairs.

How convenient.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Let's dance.

Oh, I don't, I don't
really like dancing.

Sure you do... it'll
loosen you up, Jack.

Yeah, I, I, it's not for me.

Oh, my God. Yeah,
all that's not for me.

I don't think...
Come on. Let's, uh...

So, uh...

let's get out of
here. Right. Right.

I'm thinking about the
same thing you are.

I'm not good at that dancing...

Oops. Sorry.

My suite's on the 23rd floor.

I lost my nail.

Wrong, lady.

You lost more than
that, sweetheart.

Hey, what's the story?

One you've heard before.

A cop.

Vice. You have the
right to remain silent.

An attorney...

You have...

We did pretty good tonight, huh?

We? All you did
was drive the van.

We're federal employees...
drug enforcement agents.

So where's all the glamour?

I assigned you those rooms
because they're all we have.

It's not personal.

I've found, Lieutenant,

that anytime anyone says
something is not personal,

it's because it
almost always is.

Take it or leave it.

Is it my imagination

or have you been
giving us the treatment

from the minute
that we got here?

I mean, aren't we supposed
to be on the same side?

Spare me the solidarity lecture.

The only side you drug enforcement
agency people are on is your own.

Morning, Megan.

Any word from Jack Sawyer?

Nothing yet, Lieutenant.

It's as if he walked

into that hotel and
disappeared off the face

of the Earth. I sure
hope he's all right.

So do I, Megan.

Is that what this is
all about, Lieutenant?

The old "federal
cop-local cop rivalry"?

Leave it alone, Blackwood!

Look, in three weeks,

seven people in
Chicago turn up dead,

all killed by some mystery drug

and all you care about is
protecting your own turf?

No, no, no.

The reason I don't like you feds

is 'cause you're a
bunch of cowboys.

You get done with the
town and then you leave.

And my people get stuck
cleaning up your mess!

Well, I guess we're just going
to have to prove you wrong.

Megan.

Right here, Lieutenant.

I just got confirmation back
from DEA headquarters in DC.

Agent Blackwood

and his associates are
who they say they are.

Who'd you talk to over there?

Well, no one talks
to anyone anymore.

I did it through the computers.

No good. It's too
easy to rig one.

I want a living, breathing human
to say they know these people.

Well, there are

a couple ex-Chicago guys

still working for
the DEA I could call.

Do it.

Okay.

Look, that's not going to help.

You got to be strong

if we're going to
get out of here.

We're never gonna
get out of here!

We are gonna get out of here.

Look, when a cop's in
trouble, his buddies won't quit

until they find him.

Now, believe me, we're
gonna get out of here.

You...

come with me.

Rumor has it

there is a hot plate
around here someplace.

Ah.

Rumor has it that

the Chicago police
run a clean city, too.

I bet they haven't
cleaned in here

since the Pope's last visit.

Norton, the Pope
never came to Chicago.

I know.

Boy, that Lieutenant
Novak is really something.

The only thing worse than
a federal agent in her book

is two federal agents.

Well, maybe our DEA cover story

was not such a
good idea after all.

Shh!

Hold it.

So, you were saying?

What was that?

Norton's new toy

for detecting listening devices.

Do you really think

they're going to waste
their time bugging us?

Oh, it's the Boy Scout in me.

Speaking of Boy Scouts...

Excuse me?

It's not you, Colonel,
it's the system.

Oh.

What's this?

Well, Norton and I have been
programming the toxicology data

from each of the victims.

This is the molecular
structure of the drug

found in the first one.

Have you identified it?

No, not yet, but
take a look at this.

Okay.

Do you see it?

They're variations
on the same drug.

Exactly. I think

the aliens seem to be
experimenting with combinations.

They're like some mad scientist

trying to fine tune
a designer drug.

Designer drug?!

It's a way for the bad
guys to get around the law.

I'll show you.

That's a cocaine molecule.

Now I do a little
subtracting here

and adding there, like this,

and we come up
with a brand-new drug.

Technically, it's not
cocaine anymore,

but it's just as deadly.

Suzanne and I think they're
fooling around with a formula

looking for a, a very
specific side effect.

Which is?

Knowing the aliens,

nothing good.

Nothing would give
me greater pleasure

than reporting your success

to the Advocacy, Director.

Why is this human
acting so happy?

We call this

the euphoria phase of the drug.

In a moment, he'll go
into a transition state.

Then you'll see...

The human will grow
increasingly violent.

Hey... hey, you.

I'm talking to you!

Open up this cage!

You understand me?

I want out!

Hey, don't look at me like that!

I-I want out of here!

Do you understand me?

Open up this gate!

I get my hands on
you, you're dead meat!

What's wrong with him?

He's hallucinating, Envoy.

It appears he's
transitioned through hostility

into a state of paranoia.

I see.

Once again, you've produced
a drug that's worthless.

Destroy the human.

You had one more day and
you failed to put it to good use.

One day was not enough.

Don't explain your failure

to me, comrade...

explain it to the Advocacy.

Envoy, if I return to the
caverns now, the Advocacy

will execute me.

Don't be so
pessimistic, comrade.

Perhaps they'll take pity
on your miserable existence.

Your feeble pleas may
move them so much,

you might be permitted the
honor of taking your own life.

I'm sorry, Dr. McCullough.

No one can ask forensics
to release the tissue samples

until the proper forms
have been filled out.

I understand.

Can you just give me the forms

and I'll fill them out.

Well, now, see, that's
the other problem.

I'm just subbing
for the forms clerk...

Excuse me...

And I have no idea
where she keeps them.

Look, where is she? At lunch?

No. She's on maternity leave.

They are going out of their
way to make our lives miserable!

They tried to stop me from
bringing Gertrude in here...

"No motorized vehicles
allowed in the building."

Norton and I really
can't do much more

until we have free access
to their complete lab work-up.

Unless...?

Ahh...

the tone of voice... the
incomplete sentence...

the deep hidden meaning

we've all been waiting for.

Do you realize,
oh, insightful one,

that less enlightened
individuals

consider unauthorized access

to police data banks
highly unethical?

Some might even consider it

illegal.

Oh... and rude.

Oh, stop already.

You've convinced me.

You want to get
that slop out of here?

♪ What you are is what you are ♪

♪ And I am not a duck ♪

♪ If you are a water car ♪

♪ Or if you are a truck... ♪

Idle amusement or
scientific research?

Envoy, you startled me.

What exactly are you doing?

I'm attempting to isolate

the centers of
violence in its brain.

This one?

An interesting experiment.

If the human chooses
the window on the right...

it's rewarded with food.

If it goes for the
window on the left,

it gets the drug...

along with

a severe electrical shock.

The humans freely choose pain.

For drugs, they'll do anything.

Here.

Would you like to see more?

All I want to see is
humans killing each other.

Then I've saved
the best for last.

Beginning to wonder if
you were going to show.

Without a police escort,

Chicago traffic can
be a real problem.

My people are too busy
to run an escort service.

Is this the same as the others?

We won't know till all
the forensic tests are run

but... my stomach tells
me he's number eight.

Do you mind if I take a look?

Mm. Help yourself.

Can you open it up, please?

Sure.

He must've seen something
pretty awful before he went.

Maybe we all do.

They all have
it... The radiation.

Means something
special to you, doesn't it?

Do you feel like
maybe telling me

what you think's going on here?

Well, actually, Lieutenant,

I think Agent
Blackwood is much better

at this sort of thing. Harrison?

You have an emergency
call, Lieutenant.

Uh, we'll finish this little talk
when I get back, won't we?

He looks like he was tortured

before they killed him.

Look, we're wasting time
playing games with the police.

We've got to get going
before things get even worse.

You're sure.

There's no possibility
of a mistake.

I'm sure. Those people
do not work for me.

I see. Yeah, thanks, Liam.

I'll take care of it at my end.

Ten-four.

Sergeant, bring
a few of your men.

Come with me, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Tom, Frank, Fred!

Dummy up. Here she comes.

I hope that call
wasn't more bad news.

Well, I suppose that
depends how you look at it.

It was Liam McIntyre.

Name doesn't ring any bells?

You don't look like
somebody who asks questions

unless they already
know the answers.

Liam's the Director
of Special Operations

for the DEA.

All teams in the
field, like yours,

are under his direct command.

It makes perfect sense, though.

Liam never heard of you, either.

I'm placing you under arrest
for impersonating federal officers.

Lieutenant, you're
making a big mistake here.

Lieutenant, we can
explain everything.

Yeah, I'm going to give you
ample time to do just that.

Read 'em their rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,

anything you say can
and will be held against you

in a court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

one will be appointed
for you by the court...

Hi, honey, want a date?

That depends on you.

Hey, you're kind of cute.

On second thought, I think
we should forget about it.

Hey!

Can we call it a night?

I'm falling apart.

Two more humans, then we quit.

He's passing the crisis point.

Now for the final test.

No!

No, please!

Please!

No!

No!

Jack, I thought they
already killed you.

What's wrong?

What are they doing to you?

Jack?

Yes.

Your opinion is that this
drug is now successful?

It's perfect.

Just what the Advocacy wanted.

Then we can begin production?

Yes.

At last,

the annihilation of this
human scum is close at hand.

Our kind have waited
too long for this moment.

What a revolting development.

Ranking right up there
with the worst of 'em.

Uncle Hank's never going
to let me live this one down.

Remove their cuffs, please.

You don't look any
the worse for wear.

To what do we owe this
unexpected freedom?

My phone conversation
with General Wilson.

You know, you could've saved
us all a whole lot of trouble

if you had just told
me, from the start,

you were an anti-terrorist team.

Well, we didn't think
that you'd believe us.

It is a pretty crazy story;

wild-eyed terrorists
plotting to flood the city

with some exotic drug.

Any crazier than Iraqi soldiers

bombing their own
people with poison gas?

Touché, Colonel.

Yeah, now I know
about each of you.

General Wilson has told me
some pretty impressive credentials.

Well, it won't do us much good

unless we get to use them.

I've given orders that you are

to have carte blanche
from here on in.

Ah, labs, computers, everything?

Everything. Consider
it a peace offering.

After all, as someone
recently told me,

we are on the same side.

We commend you, Envoy.

You will be rewarded
for your efforts.

To serve our cause
is reward enough.

When may we expect mass
production and distribution

of the drug to begin?

Production has already begun.

We're releasing a human
tonight, to test his reactions

outside our direct control.

Distribution of
the drug will begin

as soon as the test is over.

It's time.

I'll do anything you
want, just give me more!

Don't worry, we'll
give you all you want.

More...!

Kill many humans.

Go have fun.

This ain't New York, you idiot!

Ah, buzz off!

Shut up!

Hey, buddy!

Hey, shorty,

take your bad manners outside.

Do you hear me, small-time?

What...?

What the hell?

He went out the back.

He?! One guy did all this?!

Come on! I've got the plate!

Give me more! Give me more!

There, that's the drug

taken from the guy
in the Dumpster.

And you can see, it's the same

basic drug as the others,

except we noticed a definite
pattern beginning to emerge.

Uh, if you think of each

molecule as a
footprint in the woods...

and you're a
pretty good tracker,

you can pretty much guess
where they're taking you.

And get there ahead of them.

I bet you already know

where they're going, don't you?

Well, what we did was
program the computer

to tell us where the
terrorists would wind up

if they continued to
follow the sequence.

There it is.

"It" being what?

Preliminary analysis indicates

that the first thing
the drug will do

is stimulate the pleasure
centers of the brain.

Net effect is immediate:
extreme addiction.

But there's
something even worse.

This drug induces
psychotic episodes

marked by uncontrollable
violent behavior.

In the hands of drug dealers,

it could turn this
city into a war zone.

And that's exactly what
they want to have happen.

Yeah?

For you.

Novak.

What? When, when did it happen?

Yeah... how bad?

Oh, no.

Yeah.

Of course.

What is it?

Looks like your terrorists
have begun the war.

The drug exceeded all
our expectations, Envoy,

but we've attracted the
attention of the police.

Are they following you now?

Yes. They're very close.

You mustn't lead them here.

We understand.

Your poorly conceived field test
has caused a serious problem.

No wonder you scientists

have been relegated
to a lower class.

You've got to give me more!

More!

Went off the bridge
and into the water.

Better call for an ambulance.

I know, I know.
We did all we could.

Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Jack Sawyer... was a good cop.

One of the best.

And they made a big
mistake killing Jack.

What are you doing?

Putting every available
officer I have on this case.

Sergeant...

Lieutenant, you can't start
flooding this city with cops.

You're going to spook
them. They'll run.

They'll run from cover.
That's what I want them to do.

You cannot send

ordinary police after them.

Wha... What, are we back to...?

Could you hold on a
second please, Sergeant?

What, are we back to this now...

Us locals don't
measure up to you feds?

Listen, that's not
what Suzanne means.

You've got top-flight
people here,

and I'm sure they can handle

just about anything
that comes their way.

Yeah, but not terrorists, right?

They can handle terrorists,

but there is no way on Earth

that they can handle what's
out there, waiting for them.

What are you saying?

Let me call you back, Sergeant.

This isn't about
terrorists at all, is it?

What's out there?

It's been two hours since
our team contacted us.

They're either dead or captured.

Give the orders to
abandon this site.

What about the humans?

Just before we leave, have
them injected and turned loose.

They'll keep the police busy
while we make our escape.

I'll see to it myself.

Aliens.

From outer space.

And... not a one
of them a little ET.

There is nothing cuddly
about these things.

They are cold-blooded killers.

Look, we're running out of time.

Is Omega Force ready?

Just waiting for
the word, Harrison.

Lieutenant?

I have been a Chicago
cop for ten years

and this is the craziest
story I have ever heard.

And I swear to you,
if you're lying to me,

I'll throw the book
at you so hard,

you'll wake up in the
middle of someone else's life.

Then you will help us?

I hope I don't
live to regret it.

You better get your
men briefed, Colonel.

I'll be right down.

Suzanne, see if the
computer can narrow down

locations where the
aliens might be hiding.

Mm-hmm, okay.
We'll get things started.

And while she's doing
that, there's someone I know

who just might be able
to answer that question.

Why don't you join me?

I still have lots of questions.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Then, almost a year
ago, it all started again.

But how, if the aliens were
destroyed back in the '50s?

Because they weren't.

They went into a
state of hibernation.

And, then, when they were
exposed to intense radiation,

that's when they
began to revive.

So, the radiation on
the victim's clothes,

that was your clue, wasn't it.

Yeah, that's one of
the things we look for.

They can't exist without it.

Here he is.

Eh... Don't...
Remember what I said?

Keep your eyes straight ahead.

Our visitor does not enjoy
being seen talking with cops.

Don Guiseppe.

Theresa.

It's kind of you to see
me at this awkward hour.

No hour is awkward, Theresa.

Now tell me, how can
I be of service to you.

Thank you, Don Guiseppe.

Theresa.

Oh...

Que bela.

Thank you.

He always gives me one.

For St. Theresa of the Roses.

There's a whole lot more to
police work than computers.

When I was a little girl,

I used to crawl up into his lap

and he'd read the
funny papers to me.

He's a friend of my parents.

It takes all kinds, I guess.

This is Chicago.

Was he approached
to handle the drugs?

He thought he was dealing

with some upstart out-of-towners
muscling in on his turf.

He was seriously considering
taking over their enterprise

if it proved profitable.

I suggested it wouldn't
be such a healthy idea.

Does he have any idea
where the base might be?

Practically his second home.

You're sure of this, Harrison.

Absolutely, Colonel.

They're holed up in an abandoned
prison at Wilson and Seventh.

Do you know where that is?

We're not far from there now.

So, Norton figured it out, huh?

Well, he would've,

but the lieutenant
figured it out first.

Seems there's a little more to
police work than just computers.

Back! Get back in your cell!

All right, go! Move it!

You take the east
side of the building;

take the west
side of the building.

Now I want this building secured

from both those exits
and entrances, okay?

Just take care of your business
and we're in good shape.

Take off. Let's go.

How close to ready are you?

Real close.

Are you sure you don't
want some backup on this?

This is what my men have
been trained for, Lieutenant.

There's no sense
risking your people.

Ready, sir.

Looks like we're up to bat.

Yes, Advocate. We're
leaving immediately.

Report when you
have a secure site.

I am nothing
without your counsel.

Stop!

The humans... the drug
turns them against us!

I order you... return
to your cages at once.

I am your master!

Okay, this is it.

Let's do it!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire.

My God...

We have no other choice.

We must discontinue
production of the drug.

The danger to our
own kind is too extreme.

How are these
insignificant humans

able to frustrate
our plans for them?

It is a mystery beyond
our understanding.