War of the Worlds (1988–1990): Season 1, Episode 4 - Thy Kingdom Come - full transcript
Harrison and the team talk to a psychic woman who studied the aliens after the first invasion. Meanwhile, a group of aliens take over a family and travel cross country in order to awaken more aliens from hibernation.
ANNOUNCER: 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 before.
In 1953 aliens started
taking over the world.
Today, they're taking
over our bodies.
[ electronic pulsing]
URICK: You haven't got a prayer.
[ speaking alien language]
[ electrical crackling]
[ electronic humming]
[ speaking alien language]
[ whimpering]
[ groaning]
[ screaming]
[ screaming continues]
[ sobbing]
They're back, they're
back. Easy now, easy now.
Miss Van Buren, Miss
Van Buren, easy now.
No, no, no.
We don't want any trouble now.
I told you... I told
you they'd be back!
All right.
VAN BUREN: You
didn't believe me!
Oh, please, please! All right.
Get the restraints.
I told you! You
didn't believe me!
Oh, please, call
Harrison. Call Harrison.
You've got to help
me! Please! Please!
IRONHORSE: I don't know
Portland too well, Doctor.
How much further?
We're almost there, Colonel.
You understand
why I need to know
who your secret source
of alien information is?
Just keep it confidential
and keep it out of any reports
you might make.
Of course, Harrison.
I mean, any covert operation
requires the utmost
secrecy to succeed.
I mean, if you were
to suddenly die?
As opposed to slowly die?
Since when did you
start calling me Harrison?
Combat taught me not
to get too close to anyone.
But after having
faced death together,
I kind of feel like
we're a team now.
Well, thank you... Paul.
Now if I should suddenly die?
Someone has to carry on.
Only fools fight without
knowing who their enemies are.
Without intelligence this
war would be fought blind,
and no doubt lost.
Dead and blind.
Boy, you are a
cheerful one tonight.
Excellent cover.
Who would ever think
to look for information
in a mental hospital?
[ woman over PA]: Attention,
please. Ten minutes before bed check.
I think that it's about time
that you gave me the profile
on your agent, don't you?
She's extraordinary, Colonel.
Her name is, uh,
Sylvia Van Buren.
In 1953, she fought
alongside Clayton Forrester
in the great alien invasion.
And she became his top assistant
in the secret Ezekiel Project.
Then she knows everything
that your adopted father knew?
More or less, yes.
But she suffered
for it, Colonel.
You see, she also became a
human electromagnetic barometer...
Amazing accuracy record.
She correctly
predicted earthquakes
and volcanic and tsunami
activity 85% of the time.
Unfortunately, this
kind of knowledge
came complete with
nosebleeds and convulsions
and severe episodes
of manic depression.
How the hell did that happen?
I don't know.
My theory is long-term
exposure to disease
and irradiated alien tissue.
Anybody know you're here?
Yes. Thank you.
I'd leave now if I were you.
It's not safe here.
[ woman over PA]: Dr. Blackwood.
Trust me: it's not
safe out there, either.
Oh, hell.
I forgot that.
Sorry to trouble you
so late, Dr. Blackwood.
It's a long drive.
It's no trouble at all.
Sylvia's the only
family I have left.
Miss Van Buren's
very bad tonight.
Even worse than before that
Mount Saint Helen's blast...
And that was bad.
She predicted
Mount Saint Helen's?
[ knocking]
This is not good.
Sylvia, It's me. I'm here.
[ gasping]
Clayton, is that you?
No, it's Harrison,
Sylvia. It's Harrison.
Tell me what's wrong.
Now what's happening?
Oh!
Oh, Harry.
Oh, please take this thing off!
Yes.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, that's much better.
[ gasps]
Oh, who's he?
He's a friend,
Sylvia. He's a friend.
It's okay. It's all
right. He's a friend.
I'm Lieutenant
Colonel Ironhorse,
US Army Special Forces,
presently attached to
Dr. Blackwood's mission.
And Miss Van Buren, I
must say that it is a pleasure
to meet such a distinguished
veteran of the war of '53.
The aliens!
Harry, the aliens are back!
I can feel them!
They're so close!
Oh, please, you
believe me, don't you?
Yes, I believe you, Sylvia.
Tell me, tell me where they are.
You can? you can
find them somewhere,
somewhere here in the Northwest.
Here-here in the
Northwest... Wyoming.
No? oh!
Montana!
Mont... Oh God!
Oh, my head! Oh,
the pain in my head!
Harry you've got to find them!
Find them please, and kill them!
Kill them!
Sorry, I'm sorry!
You'll have to leave now.
Oh, Harry! No don't leave!
Harry, don't leave me! Harry!
Stay away from me. Stay away!
Dr. Blackwood, you'd
better leave now, please!
Gentlemen, go.
[ backfires]
[ speaking alien language]
I regret to report that things
are not going as planned.
The vehicle has
malfunctioned, Advocate.
We believe it is the carburetor.
We've learned the location of
the storage facility, Advocate.
It's in a place called Canada.
But without transportation,
it would take us more time
than the bodies we
occupy can tolerate.
Radiation sores are already
becoming quite obvious.
EINHORN: Then acquire
new human bodies, comrade.
Use as many as you
need to reach the facility,
and complete your mission.
CHAMBERS: Be clever.
Nothing can prevent you
from reviving our brethren.
What do we do
about transportation?
URICK: Abandon the vehicle.
EINHORN: And
find other transport.
CHAMBERS: You must recover
the sleeping ones.
[ speaking alien language]
[ speaking alien language]
I let the Whitewood phone ring
a couple of thousand
times tonight, Harrison.
Doesn't anyone pick up
the phone down there?
They've got their hands
full here, tonight, Suzanne.
Well, join the club, Doc.
I got two fresh
transmission intercepts
on the super computer tonight.
The last one 15 minutes ago.
Can you locate them?
Well, they're both
pretty close together
in Northeastern Montana.
I'll be damned.
That fits with
Sylvia's prediction.
Nearest town?
[ computer clicks]
Wolfjaw.
Wolfjaw?
Wolfjaw, Montana.
That's Indian territory.
Looks like we've got aliens
moving into the
neighborhood. Let's go.
Great. First the
White man, now aliens.
So sorry to bother you.
We were just out hunting
and our truck broke down.
Sam here hurt himself
trying to fix the rear axle.
We wondered if you
might give us a lift.
Okay.
Just to the border, though.
But, uh, you'll have to
sit in the back, I'm afraid.
Government rules.
Oh, thank you very much.
Sam, he just
couldn't walk no more.
Hey, uh, what
happened to your face?
Mosquitoes.
Big ones.
[ men chattering]
DeMOSS: I told you
not to call me here.
Now why do you do this?
That's it, I-I'm going.
All right, now let's
get this straight.
You're telling me that
you're a government agent
from California, on
the trail of foreign spies.
That's right, Sheriff DeMoss.
Uh-huh.
And you, Mister?
I'm his, uh, I'm his driver.
Uh-huh.
And just wh-what would
they be here to spy on
in Wolfjaw, Montana?
Well, I'm afraid that's
classified information, Sheriff.
But I can tell you
that these spies,
they might look like anyone,
and they'll be carrying
strange paraphernalia.
Like radio equipment.
We traced a highly unusual
electromagnetic transmission
from here about 8:00 last night.
8:00?
I was trying to tape
the Bears game
and all of a sudden
my set went batty.
So either of you smart
government fellows
know how to
unscramble a video tape?
[ static transmission]
It's them.
No question.
Hell, I knew it was
subversives.
And only the damned Russkies
would mess with
Monday Night Football.
[ car horn honks]
Ah, Norton and
the green machine.
Now we're in business.
Howdy, boys.
I'm new in town looking
for a good cup of
fresh black coffee.
What did you do,
drive straight through?
Ha-ha, way I like it.
I had help.
Suzanne's crashed
out in the back.
Good, she can come
with me to the airport then.
Here, copy this.
I suggest you and
Norton stay here
and chat with your people,
find out if anyone saw
anything, although I doubt it.
Suzanne.
Wait a minute. Where
the hell are you going?
Back to see Sylvia.
All right, let's go.
Let's go, move it.
Empty your tanks
and be back on the
bus again in 15 minutes.
Any screw-ups and you
never get out again to play.
Let's go, come on.
Move it.
Aw-w, come on.
Hurry, hurry.
Let's go.
Come on. Come on. Move it.
End of the road, Mister.
Over there's first
aid for those bites.
Much obliged. All right.
[ speaking alien language]
[ screams]
[ banging]
[ speaking alien language]:
How did Sylvia end
up here anyway?
Well, after Clayton
Forrester's death,
she slowly became obsessed
with the crazy and
rather unpopular idea
that someday,
someday they'd be back.
Sylvia's doing a
lot better, Doctor.
But she's still been
a little nervous.
30 minutes. Okay?
Who are you?
It's Harrison, Sylvia.
And I need your help.
[ laughs hysterically]
[ laughing]
[ static transmission]
Thank you again
for the TV, Harry.
It's the only friend I have.
I know, Sylvia.
Now what do you
think this all means?
Oh, it means more
than beans and queens.
Harry, do you remember
Clayton's study
of the alien eye?
Vaguely. Why?
Because the way
these things see us,
is more like this doohickey
than old Saint Nicky.
Harrison, we're
wasting our time.
Hang in there, Suzanne.
But she's mad.
Oh, yes, dear. Quite mad.
And so would you be if you
lived in a world all topsy-turvy.
I told them the
aliens would be back
and they didn't believe me.
They said I was insane.
So they hooked
electrodes up to my brain
till I couldn't even
remember my name.
Bz-bz-bz.
Rain in Spain stays
mainly in the plain.
This is not Spain, Harry.
What are you trying
to tell me, Sylvia?
This is someplace on Earth...
but seen from outer space.
[ typing]
NORTON: So simple.
An alien map.
SUZANNE: Of what, though?
Something worth breaking
radio silence to find out.
HARRISON: Which
means something important.
Ready here.
[ typing]
Ooh-whee!
Now we're cooking.
An orbital view of Mama Earth.
HARRISON: Norton, run the North
American Weather Satellite comparison.
[ typing, computer blips]
Where is that?
NORTON: Someplace in Canada
near Regina.
HARRISON: On our
way, next flight out.
[ speaking alien language]:
No, you don't.
The faster we get
the equipment inside
the sooner we can practice.
I have no time for
practice. [ gun cocks]
Very funny. Now beat it.
Who's next? Let's go, you guys.
Patience, comrades. We'll
know when the time is right.
Get your fat
goalie butt out here!
All right, come
on, guys, let's go.
Come on, hustle up.
Come on.
Tough luck.
[ grunts, whistle blows]
[ grunts]
[ whistle blows]
[ grunting, whistle blowing]
[ whistle blowing]
[ indistinct audio]
What do you do?
Real tough luck.
[ screams]
[ speaking alien language]
Stop right...!
Stop!
Stop there!
Stop right there!
[ speaking alien language]:
BOY: Arm phasers... set on stun.
Yes, sir.
[ imitating explosions]
I've got to get some gas.
We're going to stop, Mom.
That's good, dear.
Put your shoes on, Bobby.
Yes, Granny.
But what about the Ferengi...
Bobby, put your shoes on now!
Oh, all right, Mom.
Yeah!
Wash your hands
when you finish, Bobby.
I know, already, Mom.
Good afternoon.
Do you take Visa?
[ with echoing voice]:
We take everything.
[ screaming]
Mom!
In front, Bobby.
Where's Grandma?
I'm here.
To life immortal.
MOTHER AND
FATHER: To life immortal.
But-but beef is good for you.
Not if it takes 21 pounds
of protein feed and grain
to produce one pound of dead
cow for human consumption.
Look at this, Colonel.
Meaning?
Meaning it's
absurdly inefficient.
I mean, how long can we go
on on this small hungry planet
with-with this kind
of absurd luxury?
Here comes the
vegetarian speech.
I don't mean to spoil your meal.
Go ahead, eat. Chew on, Colonel.
Enjoy yourself.
MAN: We interrupt our report
to bring you this
official news bulletin.
WOMAN: Two hours ago,
the home of the Wardens Cup
took a bloody turn
when in a freak accident,
one American prison player
lost an arm and died.
Another prisoner,
and I quote, "exploded
during practice."
Three other convict teammates
are missing at this time today.
Exploded?
That sounds suspiciously
like our people.
Or one hell of a hockey game.
I think we should
leave now, people.
Do I have to eat this stuff?
It's good for you.
Make you grow big and
strong like your father.
When you get older and
bigger, Bobby, you'll understand.
FATHER: Then you'll
become one of us.
We're members of a US
government inquiry team, Captain.
We have reason to believe
this may be the result
of organocride poisoning.
Acid rain. Oh, really?
That's nice.
Any official identification?
So it takes someone
blowing up to get you Yanks
to believe us
about pollution, eh?
Yes. It's always an
attention grabber, Captain.
Meade!
It ate right through the
ice down to the concrete.
Perhaps from the high
acidity of their fluids.
No. My guess is that it's
an exothermic reaction
to decomposing alien matter.
[ buzzing]
[ phone ringing]
Norton's got something.
I'll take care of it.
Thanks.
Where are they now, Mr. Drake?
Headed northeast.
They're only about
50 miles ahead of us.
Ready to track, Colonel.
[ whirring]
Next right turn.
I can feel them.
[ speaking alien language]
Speak as the body would
speak... For the boy's sake.
Sorry, Bobby.
[ inaudible]
They turned right, heading
east, 23 kilometers and closing.
May I help you, sir?
FATHER: Gosh, I'm-I'm
afraid I'm lost.
The main road's
back the other way.
This is a restricted area.
We're Americans. We're
not from around here.
Uh, could you please show
us where we are on the map?
Anything wrong, ma'am?
Why yes, young man.
My old eyes fail me.
Have I dropped a stitch here?
Maybe I can help.
[ deep echoing voice]:
You haven't got a prayer.
[ screaming]
Freddy?
[ neck snapping]
[ speaking alien language]
Let me do the talking.
Hi. We're all Americans here.
I wonder if maybe
you could possibly
come out and...
Hey!
Very smooth, Colonel.
They're here in the lake.
FATHER: A torch will be enough.
Soon we will be many.
To-to life immortal?
That's my boy.
Waste no time. It
will be light soon.
Wait here, Bobby.
[ speaking alien language]
HARRISON: We are not terrorists.
Then who are you?
We can't say exactly.
SUZANNE: But we're legitimate!
NORTON: More or less.
I want nothing
less than the truth
or we'll be here all
night... I promise you.
Now... last time...
who are you...
and why are you here?
That is classified information.
Classified by whom?
Look, perhaps we'd
better speak with your CO.
I am the CO!
Why do I get the feeling this
is completely out of control?
Could it be the iron bars?
Didn't this all start with you
saying, "Let me do the talking?"
Thanks a lot.
Thanks a lot, mister.
Okay, then, now what?
I don't know.
I'm just going to,
going to put it out there.
Excuse me, sir.
How long have you been a smoker?
Blow it out, slimeball.
[ coughing]
People are just drawn
to him, aren't they?
It's a gift.
[ no audible dialog]
I wonder what's on TV tonight.
Celebrity mud wrestling.
Look, I know it's
a sensitive issue,
but do you realize that
the insides of your lungs
must look like cooked
marshmallows?
All charcoal-black.
Seriously, as a chain smoker,
you must smoke, what...
Three, four packs a day?
You just don't know
when to quit, do you?
That sounds like it's
your problem, not mine.
Look, I know
that this is real difficult.
You want to quit.
You think about it all the time.
Weeks go by and months
go by and then... whammo.
One day the doctor calls
and he tells you, "Good-bye."
Maybe this is good-bye
for you, wise guy.
The most important
thing is you can't
give up hope.
You've got to think
that you can lick this.
Now, now I'm a doctor.
I can help you, but
you've got to give me
your entire cooperation.
Okay?
That's what I mean. Look, yeah.
Yeah? So what?
The secret to quitting smoking:
relaxation.
Now for instance,
if you were to look at
that clock and watch
the second hand go around...
Is this some kind of nicotine
withdrawal technique?
Exactly! You've got it.
Now just turn around.
Go ahead... turn around.
Take a big deep
breath... and relax.
Just watch that
second hand go around.
Go ahead.
Gertrude. Just turn
around and look at the clock.
Right ten.
Slowly... steadily... surely.
Around and around...
all 60 seconds...
and 60 minutes...
all day around...
all night around.
And as you watch time
pass... it slows
down... going around
and around and
around, until all time
disappears into space
and you are feeling tired now,
very tired...
very sleepy...
but you're feeling good.
Yes.
Feeling good.
How did you do that?
It's a common
technique, Suzanne.
It's useful on highly
repressed individuals.
You have surprised
me again, Doctor.
NORTON: Harrison!
He still has his gun.
Would you put your
gun on the table, please?
Good.
Are you feeling good?
I feel good.
HARRISON: Good. Feeling good
is good enough.
Would you come here, please?
Now, turn around.
Harrison, you are
a dangerous man!
But lovable.
IRONHORSE: Let's move, people.
We've got work to do.
You sleep...
and when you wake up
you'll remember nothing
except that you gave up smoking.
I quit.
Good. You'll thank me for this.
Thank you.
Norton, you need a hand?
No, I'm fine.
They're below me
now... also in drums.
How barbaric of
these primitives.
Let us wake the sleepers.
Our need for more troops
cannot be overemphasized.
URICK: The field unit is
well aware of this, Comrade.
EINHORN: If they've
kept to schedule,
they should be reviving
our brethren even now.
What in God's name is going on?
One guess as to
who's winning out there.
It's not the home team, Doc.
Suzanne, Norton, you stay here.
Doc, you and I will
recon the situation.
You? Think of me as
your spiritual advisor.
You're just weird, Blackwood.
Maybe, but when I grow
up I want to be just like you.
[ whirring]
How did a nice girl like
me get into this mess?
I'm just a dude with
a love of computers.
You figure.
[ speaking alien language]
[ panting]
[ choking]
[ speaking alien language]
There's something in the water.
Yeah, there's something
happening over there, too.
[ speaking alien language]
[ high-pitched tonal calling]
There must be a hundred of them.
[ tonal calling continues]
Alien reinforcements.
That's it.
The Canadians...
they must have stored
some of the aliens
underwater since 1953.
How did you know that?
Just an unlucky hunch, Colonel.
IRONHORSE: That sound.
I'll never forget
that sound as long...
[ growling]
[ grunting]
[ rapid gunfire]
Honorable retreat, Colonel?
Excellent idea.
[ grunting]
Now!
[ rapid gunfire]
[ speaking alien language]
We got company.
Nobody I want to know.
Me, neither. Let's get the
guys and get out of here.
[ engine starts]
[ tires screeching]
[ rapid gunfire]
Thank heavens they're all right.
Go!
Aliens!
HARRISON: Keep
going! Drive through them!
They're all aliens!
[ grunting]
What the hell do
you want to do now?!
Thanks.
I've got enough C-4 here
to blow up the Eiffel Tower.
You better have,
or those will be our
famous last words.
Will you please explain to me
how blowing up these power lines
is going to destroy
aliens way over there?
It's a matter of
physics, Suzanne.
Tonight, when a million
volts of raw electricity
meets the liquid
surface of that lake
it's going to blow
everything to Kingdom Come.
You've heard of ball lightning?
Cut the chatter, folks,
before we get more company.
Come on.
[ high-pitch tonal
calling continues]
[ electrical hissing]
[ groaning]
[ birds chirping]
[ loon calling]
What are we going to tell
the Canadian authorities?
They were terrorists?
How about "illegal aliens"?
I can hardly believe we won.
We tied, Suzanne.
Too many got away tonight.
There's got to be thousands
more buried out there,
all over the world.
We've got to find
them before they do.
And we've only just started.
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 before.
In 1953 aliens started
taking over the world.
Today, they're taking
over our bodies.
[ electronic pulsing]
URICK: You haven't got a prayer.
[ speaking alien language]
[ electrical crackling]
[ electronic humming]
[ speaking alien language]
[ whimpering]
[ groaning]
[ screaming]
[ screaming continues]
[ sobbing]
They're back, they're
back. Easy now, easy now.
Miss Van Buren, Miss
Van Buren, easy now.
No, no, no.
We don't want any trouble now.
I told you... I told
you they'd be back!
All right.
VAN BUREN: You
didn't believe me!
Oh, please, please! All right.
Get the restraints.
I told you! You
didn't believe me!
Oh, please, call
Harrison. Call Harrison.
You've got to help
me! Please! Please!
IRONHORSE: I don't know
Portland too well, Doctor.
How much further?
We're almost there, Colonel.
You understand
why I need to know
who your secret source
of alien information is?
Just keep it confidential
and keep it out of any reports
you might make.
Of course, Harrison.
I mean, any covert operation
requires the utmost
secrecy to succeed.
I mean, if you were
to suddenly die?
As opposed to slowly die?
Since when did you
start calling me Harrison?
Combat taught me not
to get too close to anyone.
But after having
faced death together,
I kind of feel like
we're a team now.
Well, thank you... Paul.
Now if I should suddenly die?
Someone has to carry on.
Only fools fight without
knowing who their enemies are.
Without intelligence this
war would be fought blind,
and no doubt lost.
Dead and blind.
Boy, you are a
cheerful one tonight.
Excellent cover.
Who would ever think
to look for information
in a mental hospital?
[ woman over PA]: Attention,
please. Ten minutes before bed check.
I think that it's about time
that you gave me the profile
on your agent, don't you?
She's extraordinary, Colonel.
Her name is, uh,
Sylvia Van Buren.
In 1953, she fought
alongside Clayton Forrester
in the great alien invasion.
And she became his top assistant
in the secret Ezekiel Project.
Then she knows everything
that your adopted father knew?
More or less, yes.
But she suffered
for it, Colonel.
You see, she also became a
human electromagnetic barometer...
Amazing accuracy record.
She correctly
predicted earthquakes
and volcanic and tsunami
activity 85% of the time.
Unfortunately, this
kind of knowledge
came complete with
nosebleeds and convulsions
and severe episodes
of manic depression.
How the hell did that happen?
I don't know.
My theory is long-term
exposure to disease
and irradiated alien tissue.
Anybody know you're here?
Yes. Thank you.
I'd leave now if I were you.
It's not safe here.
[ woman over PA]: Dr. Blackwood.
Trust me: it's not
safe out there, either.
Oh, hell.
I forgot that.
Sorry to trouble you
so late, Dr. Blackwood.
It's a long drive.
It's no trouble at all.
Sylvia's the only
family I have left.
Miss Van Buren's
very bad tonight.
Even worse than before that
Mount Saint Helen's blast...
And that was bad.
She predicted
Mount Saint Helen's?
[ knocking]
This is not good.
Sylvia, It's me. I'm here.
[ gasping]
Clayton, is that you?
No, it's Harrison,
Sylvia. It's Harrison.
Tell me what's wrong.
Now what's happening?
Oh!
Oh, Harry.
Oh, please take this thing off!
Yes.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, that's much better.
[ gasps]
Oh, who's he?
He's a friend,
Sylvia. He's a friend.
It's okay. It's all
right. He's a friend.
I'm Lieutenant
Colonel Ironhorse,
US Army Special Forces,
presently attached to
Dr. Blackwood's mission.
And Miss Van Buren, I
must say that it is a pleasure
to meet such a distinguished
veteran of the war of '53.
The aliens!
Harry, the aliens are back!
I can feel them!
They're so close!
Oh, please, you
believe me, don't you?
Yes, I believe you, Sylvia.
Tell me, tell me where they are.
You can? you can
find them somewhere,
somewhere here in the Northwest.
Here-here in the
Northwest... Wyoming.
No? oh!
Montana!
Mont... Oh God!
Oh, my head! Oh,
the pain in my head!
Harry you've got to find them!
Find them please, and kill them!
Kill them!
Sorry, I'm sorry!
You'll have to leave now.
Oh, Harry! No don't leave!
Harry, don't leave me! Harry!
Stay away from me. Stay away!
Dr. Blackwood, you'd
better leave now, please!
Gentlemen, go.
[ backfires]
[ speaking alien language]
I regret to report that things
are not going as planned.
The vehicle has
malfunctioned, Advocate.
We believe it is the carburetor.
We've learned the location of
the storage facility, Advocate.
It's in a place called Canada.
But without transportation,
it would take us more time
than the bodies we
occupy can tolerate.
Radiation sores are already
becoming quite obvious.
EINHORN: Then acquire
new human bodies, comrade.
Use as many as you
need to reach the facility,
and complete your mission.
CHAMBERS: Be clever.
Nothing can prevent you
from reviving our brethren.
What do we do
about transportation?
URICK: Abandon the vehicle.
EINHORN: And
find other transport.
CHAMBERS: You must recover
the sleeping ones.
[ speaking alien language]
[ speaking alien language]
I let the Whitewood phone ring
a couple of thousand
times tonight, Harrison.
Doesn't anyone pick up
the phone down there?
They've got their hands
full here, tonight, Suzanne.
Well, join the club, Doc.
I got two fresh
transmission intercepts
on the super computer tonight.
The last one 15 minutes ago.
Can you locate them?
Well, they're both
pretty close together
in Northeastern Montana.
I'll be damned.
That fits with
Sylvia's prediction.
Nearest town?
[ computer clicks]
Wolfjaw.
Wolfjaw?
Wolfjaw, Montana.
That's Indian territory.
Looks like we've got aliens
moving into the
neighborhood. Let's go.
Great. First the
White man, now aliens.
So sorry to bother you.
We were just out hunting
and our truck broke down.
Sam here hurt himself
trying to fix the rear axle.
We wondered if you
might give us a lift.
Okay.
Just to the border, though.
But, uh, you'll have to
sit in the back, I'm afraid.
Government rules.
Oh, thank you very much.
Sam, he just
couldn't walk no more.
Hey, uh, what
happened to your face?
Mosquitoes.
Big ones.
[ men chattering]
DeMOSS: I told you
not to call me here.
Now why do you do this?
That's it, I-I'm going.
All right, now let's
get this straight.
You're telling me that
you're a government agent
from California, on
the trail of foreign spies.
That's right, Sheriff DeMoss.
Uh-huh.
And you, Mister?
I'm his, uh, I'm his driver.
Uh-huh.
And just wh-what would
they be here to spy on
in Wolfjaw, Montana?
Well, I'm afraid that's
classified information, Sheriff.
But I can tell you
that these spies,
they might look like anyone,
and they'll be carrying
strange paraphernalia.
Like radio equipment.
We traced a highly unusual
electromagnetic transmission
from here about 8:00 last night.
8:00?
I was trying to tape
the Bears game
and all of a sudden
my set went batty.
So either of you smart
government fellows
know how to
unscramble a video tape?
[ static transmission]
It's them.
No question.
Hell, I knew it was
subversives.
And only the damned Russkies
would mess with
Monday Night Football.
[ car horn honks]
Ah, Norton and
the green machine.
Now we're in business.
Howdy, boys.
I'm new in town looking
for a good cup of
fresh black coffee.
What did you do,
drive straight through?
Ha-ha, way I like it.
I had help.
Suzanne's crashed
out in the back.
Good, she can come
with me to the airport then.
Here, copy this.
I suggest you and
Norton stay here
and chat with your people,
find out if anyone saw
anything, although I doubt it.
Suzanne.
Wait a minute. Where
the hell are you going?
Back to see Sylvia.
All right, let's go.
Let's go, move it.
Empty your tanks
and be back on the
bus again in 15 minutes.
Any screw-ups and you
never get out again to play.
Let's go, come on.
Move it.
Aw-w, come on.
Hurry, hurry.
Let's go.
Come on. Come on. Move it.
End of the road, Mister.
Over there's first
aid for those bites.
Much obliged. All right.
[ speaking alien language]
[ screams]
[ banging]
[ speaking alien language]:
How did Sylvia end
up here anyway?
Well, after Clayton
Forrester's death,
she slowly became obsessed
with the crazy and
rather unpopular idea
that someday,
someday they'd be back.
Sylvia's doing a
lot better, Doctor.
But she's still been
a little nervous.
30 minutes. Okay?
Who are you?
It's Harrison, Sylvia.
And I need your help.
[ laughs hysterically]
[ laughing]
[ static transmission]
Thank you again
for the TV, Harry.
It's the only friend I have.
I know, Sylvia.
Now what do you
think this all means?
Oh, it means more
than beans and queens.
Harry, do you remember
Clayton's study
of the alien eye?
Vaguely. Why?
Because the way
these things see us,
is more like this doohickey
than old Saint Nicky.
Harrison, we're
wasting our time.
Hang in there, Suzanne.
But she's mad.
Oh, yes, dear. Quite mad.
And so would you be if you
lived in a world all topsy-turvy.
I told them the
aliens would be back
and they didn't believe me.
They said I was insane.
So they hooked
electrodes up to my brain
till I couldn't even
remember my name.
Bz-bz-bz.
Rain in Spain stays
mainly in the plain.
This is not Spain, Harry.
What are you trying
to tell me, Sylvia?
This is someplace on Earth...
but seen from outer space.
[ typing]
NORTON: So simple.
An alien map.
SUZANNE: Of what, though?
Something worth breaking
radio silence to find out.
HARRISON: Which
means something important.
Ready here.
[ typing]
Ooh-whee!
Now we're cooking.
An orbital view of Mama Earth.
HARRISON: Norton, run the North
American Weather Satellite comparison.
[ typing, computer blips]
Where is that?
NORTON: Someplace in Canada
near Regina.
HARRISON: On our
way, next flight out.
[ speaking alien language]:
No, you don't.
The faster we get
the equipment inside
the sooner we can practice.
I have no time for
practice. [ gun cocks]
Very funny. Now beat it.
Who's next? Let's go, you guys.
Patience, comrades. We'll
know when the time is right.
Get your fat
goalie butt out here!
All right, come
on, guys, let's go.
Come on, hustle up.
Come on.
Tough luck.
[ grunts, whistle blows]
[ grunts]
[ whistle blows]
[ grunting, whistle blowing]
[ whistle blowing]
[ indistinct audio]
What do you do?
Real tough luck.
[ screams]
[ speaking alien language]
Stop right...!
Stop!
Stop there!
Stop right there!
[ speaking alien language]:
BOY: Arm phasers... set on stun.
Yes, sir.
[ imitating explosions]
I've got to get some gas.
We're going to stop, Mom.
That's good, dear.
Put your shoes on, Bobby.
Yes, Granny.
But what about the Ferengi...
Bobby, put your shoes on now!
Oh, all right, Mom.
Yeah!
Wash your hands
when you finish, Bobby.
I know, already, Mom.
Good afternoon.
Do you take Visa?
[ with echoing voice]:
We take everything.
[ screaming]
Mom!
In front, Bobby.
Where's Grandma?
I'm here.
To life immortal.
MOTHER AND
FATHER: To life immortal.
But-but beef is good for you.
Not if it takes 21 pounds
of protein feed and grain
to produce one pound of dead
cow for human consumption.
Look at this, Colonel.
Meaning?
Meaning it's
absurdly inefficient.
I mean, how long can we go
on on this small hungry planet
with-with this kind
of absurd luxury?
Here comes the
vegetarian speech.
I don't mean to spoil your meal.
Go ahead, eat. Chew on, Colonel.
Enjoy yourself.
MAN: We interrupt our report
to bring you this
official news bulletin.
WOMAN: Two hours ago,
the home of the Wardens Cup
took a bloody turn
when in a freak accident,
one American prison player
lost an arm and died.
Another prisoner,
and I quote, "exploded
during practice."
Three other convict teammates
are missing at this time today.
Exploded?
That sounds suspiciously
like our people.
Or one hell of a hockey game.
I think we should
leave now, people.
Do I have to eat this stuff?
It's good for you.
Make you grow big and
strong like your father.
When you get older and
bigger, Bobby, you'll understand.
FATHER: Then you'll
become one of us.
We're members of a US
government inquiry team, Captain.
We have reason to believe
this may be the result
of organocride poisoning.
Acid rain. Oh, really?
That's nice.
Any official identification?
So it takes someone
blowing up to get you Yanks
to believe us
about pollution, eh?
Yes. It's always an
attention grabber, Captain.
Meade!
It ate right through the
ice down to the concrete.
Perhaps from the high
acidity of their fluids.
No. My guess is that it's
an exothermic reaction
to decomposing alien matter.
[ buzzing]
[ phone ringing]
Norton's got something.
I'll take care of it.
Thanks.
Where are they now, Mr. Drake?
Headed northeast.
They're only about
50 miles ahead of us.
Ready to track, Colonel.
[ whirring]
Next right turn.
I can feel them.
[ speaking alien language]
Speak as the body would
speak... For the boy's sake.
Sorry, Bobby.
[ inaudible]
They turned right, heading
east, 23 kilometers and closing.
May I help you, sir?
FATHER: Gosh, I'm-I'm
afraid I'm lost.
The main road's
back the other way.
This is a restricted area.
We're Americans. We're
not from around here.
Uh, could you please show
us where we are on the map?
Anything wrong, ma'am?
Why yes, young man.
My old eyes fail me.
Have I dropped a stitch here?
Maybe I can help.
[ deep echoing voice]:
You haven't got a prayer.
[ screaming]
Freddy?
[ neck snapping]
[ speaking alien language]
Let me do the talking.
Hi. We're all Americans here.
I wonder if maybe
you could possibly
come out and...
Hey!
Very smooth, Colonel.
They're here in the lake.
FATHER: A torch will be enough.
Soon we will be many.
To-to life immortal?
That's my boy.
Waste no time. It
will be light soon.
Wait here, Bobby.
[ speaking alien language]
HARRISON: We are not terrorists.
Then who are you?
We can't say exactly.
SUZANNE: But we're legitimate!
NORTON: More or less.
I want nothing
less than the truth
or we'll be here all
night... I promise you.
Now... last time...
who are you...
and why are you here?
That is classified information.
Classified by whom?
Look, perhaps we'd
better speak with your CO.
I am the CO!
Why do I get the feeling this
is completely out of control?
Could it be the iron bars?
Didn't this all start with you
saying, "Let me do the talking?"
Thanks a lot.
Thanks a lot, mister.
Okay, then, now what?
I don't know.
I'm just going to,
going to put it out there.
Excuse me, sir.
How long have you been a smoker?
Blow it out, slimeball.
[ coughing]
People are just drawn
to him, aren't they?
It's a gift.
[ no audible dialog]
I wonder what's on TV tonight.
Celebrity mud wrestling.
Look, I know it's
a sensitive issue,
but do you realize that
the insides of your lungs
must look like cooked
marshmallows?
All charcoal-black.
Seriously, as a chain smoker,
you must smoke, what...
Three, four packs a day?
You just don't know
when to quit, do you?
That sounds like it's
your problem, not mine.
Look, I know
that this is real difficult.
You want to quit.
You think about it all the time.
Weeks go by and months
go by and then... whammo.
One day the doctor calls
and he tells you, "Good-bye."
Maybe this is good-bye
for you, wise guy.
The most important
thing is you can't
give up hope.
You've got to think
that you can lick this.
Now, now I'm a doctor.
I can help you, but
you've got to give me
your entire cooperation.
Okay?
That's what I mean. Look, yeah.
Yeah? So what?
The secret to quitting smoking:
relaxation.
Now for instance,
if you were to look at
that clock and watch
the second hand go around...
Is this some kind of nicotine
withdrawal technique?
Exactly! You've got it.
Now just turn around.
Go ahead... turn around.
Take a big deep
breath... and relax.
Just watch that
second hand go around.
Go ahead.
Gertrude. Just turn
around and look at the clock.
Right ten.
Slowly... steadily... surely.
Around and around...
all 60 seconds...
and 60 minutes...
all day around...
all night around.
And as you watch time
pass... it slows
down... going around
and around and
around, until all time
disappears into space
and you are feeling tired now,
very tired...
very sleepy...
but you're feeling good.
Yes.
Feeling good.
How did you do that?
It's a common
technique, Suzanne.
It's useful on highly
repressed individuals.
You have surprised
me again, Doctor.
NORTON: Harrison!
He still has his gun.
Would you put your
gun on the table, please?
Good.
Are you feeling good?
I feel good.
HARRISON: Good. Feeling good
is good enough.
Would you come here, please?
Now, turn around.
Harrison, you are
a dangerous man!
But lovable.
IRONHORSE: Let's move, people.
We've got work to do.
You sleep...
and when you wake up
you'll remember nothing
except that you gave up smoking.
I quit.
Good. You'll thank me for this.
Thank you.
Norton, you need a hand?
No, I'm fine.
They're below me
now... also in drums.
How barbaric of
these primitives.
Let us wake the sleepers.
Our need for more troops
cannot be overemphasized.
URICK: The field unit is
well aware of this, Comrade.
EINHORN: If they've
kept to schedule,
they should be reviving
our brethren even now.
What in God's name is going on?
One guess as to
who's winning out there.
It's not the home team, Doc.
Suzanne, Norton, you stay here.
Doc, you and I will
recon the situation.
You? Think of me as
your spiritual advisor.
You're just weird, Blackwood.
Maybe, but when I grow
up I want to be just like you.
[ whirring]
How did a nice girl like
me get into this mess?
I'm just a dude with
a love of computers.
You figure.
[ speaking alien language]
[ panting]
[ choking]
[ speaking alien language]
There's something in the water.
Yeah, there's something
happening over there, too.
[ speaking alien language]
[ high-pitched tonal calling]
There must be a hundred of them.
[ tonal calling continues]
Alien reinforcements.
That's it.
The Canadians...
they must have stored
some of the aliens
underwater since 1953.
How did you know that?
Just an unlucky hunch, Colonel.
IRONHORSE: That sound.
I'll never forget
that sound as long...
[ growling]
[ grunting]
[ rapid gunfire]
Honorable retreat, Colonel?
Excellent idea.
[ grunting]
Now!
[ rapid gunfire]
[ speaking alien language]
We got company.
Nobody I want to know.
Me, neither. Let's get the
guys and get out of here.
[ engine starts]
[ tires screeching]
[ rapid gunfire]
Thank heavens they're all right.
Go!
Aliens!
HARRISON: Keep
going! Drive through them!
They're all aliens!
[ grunting]
What the hell do
you want to do now?!
Thanks.
I've got enough C-4 here
to blow up the Eiffel Tower.
You better have,
or those will be our
famous last words.
Will you please explain to me
how blowing up these power lines
is going to destroy
aliens way over there?
It's a matter of
physics, Suzanne.
Tonight, when a million
volts of raw electricity
meets the liquid
surface of that lake
it's going to blow
everything to Kingdom Come.
You've heard of ball lightning?
Cut the chatter, folks,
before we get more company.
Come on.
[ high-pitch tonal
calling continues]
[ electrical hissing]
[ groaning]
[ birds chirping]
[ loon calling]
What are we going to tell
the Canadian authorities?
They were terrorists?
How about "illegal aliens"?
I can hardly believe we won.
We tied, Suzanne.
Too many got away tonight.
There's got to be thousands
more buried out there,
all over the world.
We've got to find
them before they do.
And we've only just started.