War of the Worlds (1988–1990): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Second Seal - full transcript

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.

[ theme music playing]

SUZANNE: Contact
with that crystal



is affecting your behavior.

HARRISON: I'm in
total control, Suzanne.

Where are you when
I need you, huh?

Harrison, what are you doing?

The lion, Norton.

It's a yoga position.

It's good for the circulation,

the internal organs,

the muscular
skeletal flexibility.

Well, you have my attention.

What's up?

Oh, um, I just found
the mother lode.

You know, um,
Operation Deep Ice.

Alien maps, artifacts,
official project records



of the '53 invasion,
including Dr. Forrester's.

Thank God we found
them before the aliens did.

And they're stored right
here in the Bay Area.

They're kept in underground
vaults at Fort Streeter.

[ turns music off]

For 15 years I've been
searching for my father's legacy,

and you're telling me

it's been right
here under my feet?

SOLDIERS: Two, three,
four, hut, two, three, four, hut...

MAN: This sure is
damn short notice.

But General Wilson and I go
back to my days in The Point.

Uncle Hank still tells stories
about those good old days.

[ chuckling]: I'll bet he does,

considering all the money
he lost to me at poker.

[ chuckling continues]

We really appreciate
your cooperation, General.

Just doing my duty, Doctor.

You know, Paul, I haven't seen
your ugly face since Grenada.

It's been a while,
sir. [ chuckling]

That was a damn
good operation, son.

It's damn good to see you again.

Tell you what, I'd like for you
to be my guest at this banquet

that First Air Cav is
giving for me this evening.

That's, uh, my price
for interrupting my plans.

Uh, thank you, sir, but I...

That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Morse Hall, 1900 sharp.

Now, Paul, is
there anything else

I should know
about this operation?

Hank was pretty vague.

I'm sorry, sir, but
it's "need to know."

I understand.

[ jet flying overhead]

What in the hell
is going on here?

Is that understood?

Stay right there.

Lieutenant, is that a
reporter I see over there?

It is, sir.

Who gave my permission to
have a reporter on my base?

I'm looking into that, sir.

Now, you know I don't like
reporters, don't you, Lieutenant?

I'm aware of that, sir.

Then, fine, I don't
care how pretty she is.

Get rid of her now.

I've already called the MPs.

LIEUTENANT: Here they are now.

Good. Be sure my car
is here in five minutes.

A reception committee, General?

For all our VIPs, Paul.

Okay, let's go, folks.

General! Any
statement on charges

the Army's secretly
storing highly toxic materials

here at Kirby Hall?

GENERAL: No statement, ma'am.

Nice legs, though.

Yes, sir.

Come on, ma'am.

We have to escort
you off the base.

Want to grab the door for me?

[ strangled yell
and alien language]

Good night, Ellen.

See you tomorrow, Amanda.

SOLDIER: Ten hut!

At ease.

Uh, Murphy, about that reporter.

That's taken care of, General.

Thank you.

Sergeant, who is
your vault duty officer?

I am, sir.

Lieutenant Burke reporting.

Burke.

You will be in charge

of filling Dr. Blackwood's
search orders.

And please take
care of my friends.

Yes, sir.

General, the motor pool says

your car's already
waiting for you outside.

Uh, Sergeant Hancock will
be driving you this evening.

Thank you, Hamill.

Paul... 1900, class As,

and I hope you
like rubber chicken.

It's my favorite, General.

[ chuckling]

We'd like to inspect the vault
containing Operation Deep Ice.

Deep Ice... Deep Ice...

[ jet flying overhead]

What is it now, Murphy?

They're having engine
trouble, General.

I'm having my men look into it.

All right, let's move it.

Please, General.

Just a few questions
for my viewers.

Not now, little lady.

I'm late for my own
tribute dinner right now.

Then could we meet for
drinks after your dinner?

Off the record, of course.

I told you before...
No statement.

Okay, Hancock, a week's pass

if we get there
before the bar closes,

but a day in the
stockade if we don't.

GENERAL: Hancock.

Hancock, are you deaf, man?

Not at all, sir. [ yelling]

As soon as we
secure the facility,

we'll move in on the vaults.

Oh, here it is.

It was misfiled under
"Operation D.E.E. Pice..."

P-I-C-E.

Close enough for
government work, I guess.

You'd be surprised.

Vault 23-A-46.

I'll, uh, be staying on duty

to make sure everything
is secure, Colonel.

IRONHORSE: Thank
you very much, Lieutenant.

Now, if we could
proceed to set up

Doctors McCullough
and Blackwood.

IRONHORSE: Lieutenant Burke?

Oh, yes, sir.

Please, follow me, Colonel,

Doctors.

I can't remember
anyone ever asking

about Operation Deep Ice before.

[ yawns]: It was before
your time, Lieutenant.

I'm going to need a nap soon.

[ beeps]

You know, I've
tried taking naps,

but it just depressed
me and threw me off

for the rest of the day.

Then you're doing it wrong.

How do you nap right?

[ beeping]

COMPUTER: Enter
designated vocal sequence now.

Burke, Amanda, Lieutenant.

MAC classification
number: 6-2-8-8-C.

Password...

Yabba dabba doo.

Positive vocal
identification confirmed.

Entry accepted.

In case you're
unavailable, Lieutenant,

how many other personnel
are cleared for this procedure?

[ elevator buttons beeping]

Three, aside from me, sir.

Two are on leave, and of course,

Lieutenant Hamill,
the security officer.

But he doesn't know the vaults.

Sounds like he needs
someone like you

to show him around.

How far down does this go?

31 stories.

372 feet, to be exact.

Kirby Hall has been the Army's

classified record storage center
since it was decommissioned

as the Pacific Command
bunker in 1946.

There are over 500
vaults down here.

Total surface floor
area, 42 acres,

most of them under
San Francisco Bay.

We're going to the bottom.

And this is the
only way back up?

Yes.

Ever have any big leaks?

Sorry.

That's classified.

There must be some mistake.

No. This is vault 23-A-46.

Well, then, where the hell is
the rest of Operation Deep Ice?

AMANDA: This is it.

Look, I know there's more
down here... much, much more.

We're going to have to
open the rest of these vaults.

Excuse me, Doctor.

This is a top secret
United States Army facility.

I'm certainly not authorized
to do anything like that

unless General Masters okays it.

I'll speak to General
Masters at the dinner.

I'm on my way there now.

All I need is proper clearance,

and I'll do anything
you want, Colonel.

Take me up now, Lieutenant.

Document inspection
room's third door on your left.

This reminds me of my first
dormitory room at college.

I guess I'll get the
rest of my stuff, then.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

You will be standing by?

As long as I'm needed, Colonel.

My car's parked out front.

Tank's full; here's the keys.

Thank you very much,
Lieutenant. Sergeant.

Now, that is a hunk.

Lieutenant Hamill's
more my type.

[ laughing]: No kidding!

[ laughter continues]

[ engine starting]

[ clears throat]
Lieutenant Hamill.

Hi.

Hey, hot times on the old
graveyard shift tonight, huh?

I was thinking...

I mean, I had...

I mean, I know I have some
tickets to see La Traviata.

What?

It's an opera.

It's my favorite, and, well,

I have an extra ticket

if you'd like to go with me.

When is that?

Next Friday night.

I, uh...

think I made some plans

to go see some stock car races.

Maybe next time.

Oh, listen, that's okay.

Better check up on our guests.

Yeah.

Who posted you here, soldier?

SOLDIER: The captain, sir.

Is there a problem,

Captain?

There's always a
problem, Lieutenant.

General Masters, sir.

Come with me, Lieutenant.

Is there a problem
at your banquet, sir?

Just follow orders, soldier.

Yes, sir.

[ sounds of struggle]

[ phone ringing]

Norton, problem time.

Was our Operation Deep Ice a
small part of a bigger operation

filed under another name,

or did an official secrets
purge get here first?

So Mother Hubbard's
cupboard was bare?

Pretty damned near.

All we found were
some old boxes of X rays,

some alien tissue samples,

and, you're gonna love this...

Four boxes filled
with pension fund files.

Well, somebody's
playing games, Doc,

because the inventory I found

would have filled
that vault and more.

I've dreamt of being
in a place like this,

surrounded by the
most extensive collection

of alien artifacts and
research on Earth.

I never actually
thought I'd be here.

Now I am... and it's empty.

Well, that's the
scary part, Doc.

Secrets become so secret

that you can't even
find them anymore.

Yeah? What are you
going to do about it?

Nobody, and I mean nobody,

can hide anything
from Norton Drake.

Put me on line, coach.

[ Norton typing] I'll find it.

Okay, you've got it. [ typing]

Come and take a look at this.

HARRISON: Wow.

After 35 years,

this alien tissue
sample is still alive?

Not in a heart beating,
conscious kind of way,

but, yes, there is definitely

some cell activity
taking place here.

That's incredible.

Incredibly frightening.

[ overlapping conversations]

Have you seen
General Masters, sir?

He's over an hour late.

Well, maybe he got
held up... by a lady.

[ laughs]

I doubt that, sir.

Hey, just means
more rubber chicken

for the rest of us, right?

[ laughs]

[ group speaking alien language]

[ several speaking
alien language]

[ beeping]

MAC classification
number: 6-2-8-8-C.

[ beeps]

COMPUTER: Positive vocal
identification unconfirmed.

Entry denied.

Repeat vocal sequence now.

Hamill, Michael, Lieutenant.

MAC classification
number: 6-7-1-0-P.

Password: Go, Wolverines.

Entry denied.

We must consult the Advocacy.

Thought you could use a snack.

Great.

Did you bring
anything without meat?

Two jelly doughnuts left
over from this morning.

Well, he'll have to make do.

Sleeping Beauty over
here is a strict vegetarian,

along with being
a confirmed pacifist

and a certifiable nutcase.

Sorry.

Should I go?

No, no, stay.

I could use the company.

He can sleep through anything.

AMANDA: Oops,
forgot that was in there.

So did you find one?

What?

Oh, a man.

No.

But I haven't
finished the article yet.

[ laughing]

Or maybe he's just shy.

Sometimes you have to
make the first move, you know.

I tried; I blew it.

Mike doesn't
even care if I exist.

Oh, don't think like that.

You're smart,

you're attractive, you're young.

Maybe you just need to
package it a little differently.

You really think so?

Mm-hmm. [ unzips bag]

[ chuckles]

[ both laugh]

Oh, I've studied human behavior,

and I know all the theories,

but there is one
indisputable fact.

There isn't a man
alive who can resist

a little perfume and makeup
in exactly the right spots.

Well, I'll give it a try.

Well, take it with you.

Thanks.

[ chuckles]

[ door closes]

NORTON: Harrison.

You still asleep?

[ whistles] Hey.

Hello! Anybody up?

[ Norton chuckles]
I'm here Norton.

Well, I'm cooking over here.

What have you got, Norton?

Well, I tried everything, Doc.

Cross-referencing files,

chronological
computer entry logs,

even personnel records
of all command officers

for the last 35 years.

Yeah, and you came up with?

Another project vault: 27-B-53.

Now, I found it
by making a typo:

"Operation D, space,

EEP, space, Ice."

Business as usual.

It's lock combination is...

[ typing] on your screen.

You wouldn't believe it, Doc.

Every time I come across
this file, it's misspelled,

and the computer won't
recognize Operation

Deep Ice's correct spelling.

That's it.

All those papers must be
filed under various misspellings.

You mean someone
did it on purpose?

What better way to encode
secret files than by intentional error?

It adds another
layer of security.

Norton, would you run
all the vault numbers

and combinations filed
under probable misspellings

of Operation Deep Ice?

I like the way you think, Doc.

Well, I was brought
up by a man who...

who thought the same way.

It'll take me a
little bit of time.

You got it.

Would you like to take a stroll

in the garden?

Suzanne.

[ latch clicks]

Bingo.

Hello.

What is it?

I don't know.

[ electrical surge]
[ Suzanne gasps]

Oh, my God, Harrison!

Oh!

What are you doing?!

I don't need your
help. [ groans]

That crystal is remarkable.

That damn thing
nearly killed you!

Not a chance... Didn't
phase me at all! [ grunts]

I could have taken twice that.

Three times that amount!

Are you all right?

Never better.

You got a problem, lady?

No, but I think you do.

You back off...
You're not my mother.

I said I feel fine, I feel fine.

Now, you sit down! [ screams]

Oh!

GENERAL: We need
your assistance, Advocate.

CHAMBERS: What is your status?

We have secured
the archive facility.

Access to the underground
vaults is impossible

because of a voice lock.

URICK: Their locking device
must recognize our presence within.

EINHORN: You must get that list!

As you command, Advocate.

Use the woman.

You've got to experience
this crystal, Suzanne.

No. Absolutely not.

[ phone rings]

McCullough here.

It's Ironhorse.

Speak.

General Masters
missed his banquet.

He hasn't checked
in with his office.

His adjutant's missing.

His wife hasn't
even heard from him.

Something's going on, Blackwood.

Here, too, Colonel.

I got General Wilson
to give us a verbal okay

so you can get into
any vault you want.

But without General Masters'
signature on the orders,

it doesn't mean anything.

Well, stay with it.

Listen, while you're out there,

I'm desperate for
a pepperoni pizza.

You want a pizza? Pepperoni?

That's what I said...
And double cheese, too.

And, Colonel, make it snappy.

Okay, sweetheart, come here.

Harrison, look at yourself!

Contact with that crystal

is affecting your behavior!

I'm in total control, Suzanne.

No, you're not.

You think you
are, but you're not!

It's acting like a drug!

Who can predict the effects
of continued exposure?

Simple, try it yourself and see.

No.

If we are going to do this
right, we need controls.

Have you completely forgotten
about the scientific method?

How do you call
yourself a scientist

if you're not willing
to explore the edges?

I prefer the edges exactly
where they are, thank you.

[ zapping]

Yes!

You shouldn't be doing that.

What are you doing?

[ zapping]

It's amazing.

[ laughing]

Oh... sorry.

NORTON: Sounds like you
guys are having too good of a time.

Norton, if we want your comments

we'll ask for them.

Wake up on the wrong
side of the bed, Harrison?

Doc, on your printer,

I'm sending you a list of
vaults you want to check out.

Want to play crystal again?

Or do you just want to play?

Look, will you get serious?

Hello, Amanda.

Hi, Mike.

Can I, uh, have
some of your coffee?

You can have all of it.

I, uh, never told you,

but I had a dream about you.

You did?

You were...

amazing.

What do you mean?

Why don't you let me show you?

Come on.

Where are we going?

I don't think we
should be doing this.

I'm on duty.

So am I.

I-I really don't think we
should be doing this here.

I mean, everything
is happening so fast.

That's just the way I like it.

[ tapping keypad]

COMPUTER: Enter
designated vocal sequence now.

Uh, Burke, Amanda,
uh, Lieutenant.

M-MAC classification
number: 6-2-8-8-C.

Password:

Yabba dabba doo!

Positive vocal
identification confirmed.

Entry accepted.

No, Mike, not here.

[ garbled]: Here is just fine.

[ soldiers speaking
alien language]

I wonder what it
would be like to do it

in the middle of a mad,
passionate embrace.

Scientifically
speaking, of course.

Look, you're turning into
a junkie with that thing.

Will you knock it off?
We've got work to do.

I think it's boring
with a capital "B"

that you have to
be such a grind.

I think you should just
stop and smell the crystal.

[ snickers]

I wonder what the
aliens used them for.

For a laugh.

Or maybe to make
little baby aliens.

No, I think it's just some kind

of a home entertainment
thingamajig.

It sure feels good.

Hey!

Why do you have to
be such a tough guy?

I wonder what it
does to light waves?

God, you're right!

There's only one
way to find out.

What are you guys doing there?

Norton, I'm going

to try my flashlight
on this crystal here.

Stand back. Cover your eyes.

[ crystal whines]

[ Suzanne shrieks]

[ laughs]

This thing is very,
very dangerous.

But it feels good,
so let's do it!

Look, will you straighten out?

Don't you understand,
that thing is dangerous!

I'm having a hard
time figuring out

what's going on with you guys.

But if you're through
playing around,

I'll bet there's got to be lots
of other goodies around there.

Damn it, Norton,
this list is too long!

Now just tell me which
vault has my father's papers.

Sorry, Doc, it's
all numbers to me.

All right then, we
start at the top.

Vault 17-C-9.

Let's move it.

Shouldn't you be waiting for
Ironhorse to get you clearance?

No. I'm not waiting
for anything.

And nobody's going to stop me.

Bye. [ chuckles]

So, uh, when do I get
to try this crystal, huh?

Now what's wrong?

Nothing I can't handle.

Norton, alert Ironhorse.

Tell him that General
Masters is down here

with a platoon of MPs

and they all
appear to be aliens.

Come on, you,
you're coming with me.

Oh!

Harrison, can you hear me? Doc?!

[ soldiers speaking
alien language]

Come on, Doc! Can you hear me?!

[ phone ringing]

[ grunts]

Ironhorse.

Colonel, you've got to hurry.

They're in trouble
at the vaults.

HARRISON: If they get their
hands on that technology,

it's going to be like the
breaking of the second seal.

It will be like the
apocalypse unleashed.

You don't have to
be so melodramatic.

I just want to try the...

Oh, come on. I'll
give it right back.

I said no.

You mad at me?

You don't have to pout about it.

They're planting charges.

Oh, boy, fireworks!

[ guttural growling]

They act like they're
looking for something specific.

And I think that
when they find it,

they're gonna blow this place.

Now, we've got
to get out of here.

I hate running. Carry me.

Now! [ grunts]

"Top Secret Indigo, U.S. only.

"North American storage sites

"of extraterrestrial
invader remains.

For President
Eisenhower's eyes only."

The Advocacy will be pleased.

In theory, this should work.

I'm really not having
a good time anymore.

Can we do some
more of the crystal?

Look, damn it to hell...

I'm not gonna risk my
neck for you one more time.

You put us in jeopardy,
and I cut you loose.

Suzanne! Dr. Blackwood!

What's going on here?

Amanda! Get down!

We're in great danger here.

Your security system has
somehow been infiltrated by terrorists.

AMANDA: You'd better follow me.

I know exactly what to do.

I'll cover.

We'll be safe in here for now.

May I see that?

SUZANNE: Forget it, Amanda.

He won't let anybody see it.

It's very touchy, Amanda.

It needs a steady hand.

Don't you just love it
when he gets macho.

Dr. Blackwood,
as Army duty officer

in charge of all Kirby
Hall classified materials,

I order you to
surrender that to me.

You don't order
me to do anything!

I said, give it to me!

Right!

[ speaking alien language]

Okay, let me have it.

I'll trade... this
for the crystal.

Yeah.

Let's go!

Hey, you said we'd trade!

I lied.

[ soldiers speaking
alien language]

[ speaking alien language]

No admittance, sir.

Top security.

No problem.

I have a pass.

[ grunting]

[ yelling in alien language]

It lists every alien
dumpsite with a total...

10,000 aliens in storage drums.

God! If they'd
gotten away with this.

Let's get out of here.

[ gunshot echoes]

[ timer beeping]

[ speaking alien language]

We need a diversion.

[ timer beeping]

Damn it!

Go for it!

[ gunshots]

Not on you!

On them!

Oh!

That boomerang-shaped
object was a weapon!

Too close.

Way too close.

There may be some
more of them still out there.

Are you aliens?

HARRISON: Are you?

Well, if you have
to ask, nobody is.

You're probably right.

[ moaning]

The building's secure.

There'll be a security
unit here in five minutes.

Oh...

We have to get him to a doctor!

Okay, pal.

[ groaning]

This was a really big
mission for them, Colonel.

Thank God, they didn't succeed.

You really kicked some
alien butt in here, didn't you?

What?

Give me a break,
Blackwood, please.

No, I'm serious.

I think I'm serious.

Where are we now, Suzanne?

Somewhere between
scientific observation

and... coming down.

Are you two sure
you're not aliens?

That's a pretty
interesting effect

that crystal has on primal
behavior patterns, isn't it?

Interesting is
hardly sufficient.

I saw a part of myself
I hardly knew existed.

I know what you mean.

I felt like...

Like Ironhorse?

HARRISON: You're right...

a little.

SUZANNE: And I was...

HARRISON: Maybe
just a little bit looser.

Meaning I'm uptight?

Meaning... where are we now?

IRONHORSE: What the
hell are you two talking about?

I hate to interrupt
this cozy conversation,

but could someone please
call me an ambulance?

You're an ambulance.

Sorry... crystal.

[ gunshots]

He got the list!

HARRISON: Colonel... stop him!

[ grunting]

[ groaning]

Oh... it's empty.

The list isn't here.

List? What the hell

are you talking about, list?

Dumpsites, Colonel.

Dumpsites containing the
remains of 10,000 aliens.

But if it's not in the
tube, where is it?

Who has it?

I don't know, Suzanne.

Maybe it's still in the vaults.

Maybe it's destroyed
along with everything else.

Maybe...

God, we'd better
pray that it is.

[ groaning]