"Ronny?" "Hey, it's Lise." "I know, I know." "I want to, baby, but I just can't." "I've basically been, like, abducted." "I don't know, but she looks a lot like my older sister." "Yeah, the Surgeon General." "You know." "Me too." "Ditto." "Listen, I can't talk here." "Take my number and call me back." "It's area code 303, 560..." "Ronny?" "Jenny!" "That was low." "That was really low." "Thank you so much." "OK, fine." "I'll stay a month." "That won't be so bad, right?" "No offence, it's just I don't think Snowfield can exactly compare to LA activity wise." "And, besides, like Mom's gonna need me to go back soon." "Mom will be fine, Lisa." "Anyway, it's healthier up here." "Less smog, less gunfire." "I like smog." "I like gunfire." "Less Ronny." "Oh, you don't even know him." "I know the type." "He's cute." "They always are." "Well, how many people live here?" "Four hundred in the winter." "In the summer, with the tourists it can be 4000." "I guess it's kind of cute in a dorky sort of way." "Is it always this quiet?" "No." "No, it isn't." "Hilda, we're home!" "You'll love Hilda housekeeper of the gods." "When I left this morning she was promising apple pie." "Hmm." "No message." "Jenny, Jenny!" "Go, go stand over there." "Go!" "Looks like somebody beat the shit out of her." "No." "She died suddenly." "How do you know?" "There's no blood." "There's no sign of struggle." "God." "The phone's dead." "Being out of order now it's kinda strange, don't ya think?" "What if she was killed?" "What if the killer's still in the house?" "Shit!" "Police station's four blocks." "We'll walk." "OK." "You OK?" "Mmm." "I feel like I'm gonna be sick." "OK, we're almost there." "It's a disease, Jenny!" "Just wait." "Screw waiting, Jenny!" "I don't want to die like this." "Lisa, we're not gonna die, OK?" "We're gonna be fine." "Calm down." "Why calm down?" "You brought me here!" "I'm sorry." "You're just scared." "I am too." "Just let me do this." "Check the phone." "OK." "Anybody." "Nothing." "Weren't shooting at a disease were you, Paul?" "He got off three rounds." "More." "He's a pro, right?" "I mean, he hits what he aims at." "So?" "Where's the blood, Jenny?" "If it's a disease why do you need a gun?" "Whatever." "Do you know how to use it?" "I understand the concept." "It's like this." "See?" "LA's good for somethin'." "Everybody's dead." "No, it can't be." "Not a whole town." "Is there a nuke plant around here?" "No." "Big military base?" "No." "I thought maybe... it's radiation?" "Radiation doesn't kill in a blink." "Besides, there'd be burns, lesions." "It was running before." "I saw it." "Jacob and Anna Lieberman." "This is their bakery, they're always here." "Let's go around the back." "Come on." "Something's up there." "Keep moving!" "Jacob!" "Anna?" "The stump's like cauterized." "It's some freaking maniac." "One maniac couldn't have wiped out a whole town." "It's just a Bundt cake." "It's just a Bundt cake." "Not that way, out the front!" "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "Come on." "How ya doin'?" "What the hell's goin' on here?" "Stu, let's go!" "Stu." "Stu, you OK?" "Yeah." "Fine." "Good." "Can we go yet?" "No, not yet." "OK." "I want to get a forensics guy down here, right?" "I want three sheriff's deputies." "You can't do that." "Sheriff Hammond." "What?" "You can't bring more people here." "Why?" "There could be a toxic component." "Toxic?" "Oh, yeah." "Whatever got those two was definitely toxic." "Those people were decapitated." "But not your deputy, Henderson, or my housekeeper." "That was something else." "We should get them out of here." "You don't know what this is." "OK, just calm down a second." "You've got to be certain." "Doctor!" "I'm in charge here." "All right?" "I'm gonna go outside get on the radio and I'm gonna figure this thing out." "OK?" "Here." "Let's go." "Paul Henderson was on the phone to us at HQ." "The line just went dead." "We got here as soon as we could." "He used to be FBI like me and Bryce." "He was a good cop." "If Paul was attacked why didn't he see it coming?" "Paul didn't make mistakes." "Just one." "Ex cuse me?" "If anybody was alive wouldn't that have brought them out?" "Those lights that's the Candleglow Inn." "Stu!" "All right, Steve bring them along." "Stu." "Stu." "Hey!" "Stu!" "Are you OK?" "Yeah." "OK. 'Cause I need you to be OK here." "All right?" "I'm OK." "You OK?" "Yeah." "OK, then." "Since you've been here have you heard any barking?" "Barking?" "No." "Seen any dogs or cats?" "No." "Well, it's off season." "There are only four rooms booked, all upstairs." "There might be someone in the manager's apartment down here." "Where you want to start..." "Chief?" "Holy shit." "Hi." "You wanna tell me what happened here?" "What are you doin', Stu?" "Oh, Jesus." "I was, uh..." "I was just, uh..." "Lookin' for clues." "Yeah." "Watch the hallway, all right?" "OK." "You OK?" "Yeah." "You feel sick?" "No, good." "Doctor?" "Stay here." "Be careful." "Watch the hallway, Stu." "This door was locked from the inside." "I had to break it open." "There's nobody in there so... how'd she get out?" "Through a window?" "There is no window." "Look at this." "Hey." "You wanna see somethin'?" "What?" "You wanna see somethin'?" "No." "Who's Timothy Flyte?" "I have no idea." "I was hoping you would know." "He's no one local." "Is it one of the killers?" "I assume so." "A woman was escaping from this guy Flyte, writes on the mirror." "Why be obscure?" "Why not write a clear message?" "She wrote it in lipstick... but where's the tube?" "Vanished along with whoever used it from a locked, windowless room." "What is this?" "Well, whatever it is it wasn't here before." "That's a gold tooth." "Like Nazis." "Concentration camps." "They leave anything of value." "But this is just junk..." "Don't touch it." "Buttons." "Strips 'em right to their skins." "Beyond the skin." "Enny, what is that?" "It's a pacemaker." "You gotta be kiddin' me." "Now, this guy..." "This guy's got an edge." "There's been no guest named Timothy Flyte." "There are seven people checked into those four rooms." "We found one body." "Where's everybody else?" "Maybe they're still alive." "Somewhere." "Mmm." "I think we were supposed to find that message on the mirror." "I'm gonna run the name "Flyte" by headquarters and see what..." "Bryce." "What?" "I don't like this, man." "That was not here before!" "No way." "We'd have seen it." "Help!" "Help me!" "Bryce, cover me!" "Steve, wait!" "No!" "The message read "Timothy Flyte, the Ancient Enemy."" "That's F L Y T E. 'Ten four, Sheriff.'" "Set up a roadblock at the Snowfield turn off." "Close the entire town down." "Nothing comes in and nothing gets out." "And I want federal assistance." "Armed federal specialists." "'Receiving poorly." "Ten one.'" "Fort Sherwood has an antiterrorist unit for bacteriological threats." "'Breaking up.' Come on!" "No!" "Fort Sherwood." "I want the whole strike force." "Big firepower, full analytical assistance." "Send everyone they have." "I have one, possibly two officers dead." "I may even have hundreds dead." "'Cannot read... ' Jesus, Joe!" "Come on, Joe!" "Hello?" "Same thing I heard on the phone." "They didn't get the message." "That means there won't be any help coming." "Of course there will, Lisa." "Not in time." "So, guess we're on our own." "Whoa." "Wait a minute, Stu." "Hey!" "Nobody's goin' off on their own here." "We still have a chain of command." "This has to be a managed response." "Managed response?" "I'm sorry, Sheriff." "I don't have my book on me." "Is that an FBI term?" "What's your problem, Stu?" "Nothin'." "I'm just tryin' to learn to be a better cop." "You know what?" "That doctor sure is cute." "I'm not gonna have this conversation with you, Stu." "What conversation?" "Any conversation." "It seemed like the two of you were hittin' it off." "Be a shame to..." "I don't know what your problem is but it's not funny." "I know what you're tryin' to do so fuckin' cut it out." "I like the little sister, though." "You notice how..." "Stop!" "Stop!" "Cut it out!" "Shut up!" "All right?" "Enough." "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" "Easy, Chief." "Easy." "I got witnesses." "Why don't you just calm down?" "Ow." "Sheriff, is that what you meant when you said a "managed response"?" "Who are you?" "What was that?" "It came from over here." "No, here!" "The window!" "What?" "Is that a bird?" "No way." "Even if help's coming it's not gonna be till daybreak." "I wouldn't worry." "Whatever it was won't be comin' back in here." "What makes you so sure of that?" "Well, for one thing we probably just shot it about 30 times, Sheriff." "Well... doesn't mean it's dead." "Oh, no!" "Oh..." "It ate through his face." "Consumed the eyes most of the soft tissue and the entire brain." "Which is impossible the brain weighs six or seven pounds." "It just devoured it in in seconds." "And it almost got Lisa." "No." "It wanted Deputy Wargle first." "It wants men like him most of all." "What do you mean it wants men like him?" "Well, it's the devil don't you think?" "Come up from hell tonight?" "I think he wants to dance with us." "Dr Flyte?" "Wilson and Hawthorne, FBI." "We're just here to ask you a few questions about a series of articles you've written." "The FBI reads Wide World News?" "Only if it's about the..." ""Ancient Enemy"." "They're based on a treatise I published while at Oxford." "Got you kicked of the faculty." "They weren't quite that rude." "It's a pretty radical theory." "I used to believe that any theory once published with evidence then became open to discussion and debate." "But I learned how envious vindictive and vicious the academic community can be." "They're swine." "Polite swine, but swine, nonetheless." "Convincing the world to consider a new idea takes patience, perseverance and a willingness to fight the good fight in any media forum one can." "Which is why a big paleobiologist like yourself works here." "No, I need the money." "We'd like you to come with us." "Why?" "I've merely exercised my rights to..." "It's a matter of national security." "You OK?" "How do you think your sister's holding up?" "I don't know." "She's had a rough time." "Our mother is not exactly the best role model." "How do you mean?" "She drinks." "I thought bringing Lisa up here would... help." "Help you or help her?" "Both of us." "I have this need to... take charge." "Yeah." "I noticed that." "So, Harvard... a few years with the FBI..." "What are you doin' here?" "Yeah." "See." "He had a gun..." "He was hiding in a closet and the gun turned out to be a toy." "Carrying his picture around with you?" "Why torture yourself?" "He shouldn't be forgotten." "I need an escort." "Uh, I'll I'll do it." "OK." "You're all set." "This is so embarrassing." "I'll be right outside." "OK." "God damn it." "Don't be stupid." "You wanna see somethin'?" "You... are so fuckin' cute!" "No!" "God, he's in there!" "Jenny!" "There was nobody in there." "Yes, there was." "They couldn't just evaporate." "That bathroom at the inn no windows, a locked door." "Yes!" "Hey!" "They're here!" "Thank God." "What the hell?" "Come on!" "Reconnaissance." "Infrared photography." "He's not gonna stop." "Get your stuff." "I'm gonna get you out of here." "I am a legal resident of the United States." "I have the same civil rights as you." "If I'm under arrest I have the right to an attorney." "If I'm not under arrest this could easily be construed as kidnapping." "If you people at this newspaper know where Elvis is, we'd like to know." "What?" "We've been looking for him for a long time." "Yes, sir." "The King sure is slippery." "You can't stay here alone, 40 miles from any place, anybody." "Somebody's got to be here when the Feds show up." "Just go, OK?" "Come on." "All right." "Pop the hood." "You gotta be kidding me." "Looks like it's been crushed in a hydraulic press." "Help me!" "Help me, please!" "No one's really out there." "It's just trying to bait us like your deputy at the inn." "OK." "Let's Let's go back inside." "Guns won't do it, General." "We're not just about guns, Doctor." "Why not shoot me dead, right here right now, and save a lot of trouble?" "Do you people hire only stunt drivers?" "We're interested in this "Ancient Enemy"." "Not the tabloid stuff the hard science." "I assume that history is filled with mysterious disappearances for which nobody can provide adequate, logical explanations." "For instance?" "December 10, 1939 in the hills outside Nanking, China an army of 3000 Chinese soldiers vanished without a trace long before they reached the battlefield." "No bodies, no graves, no witnesses." "Consider the Mayan cities of Copan Piedras Negras, Palenque in 610 AD deserted overnight, hundreds of thousands of Mayans missing." "Theories of disease or war don't explain why there were no mass graves and evidence shows that Mayan families vanished after preparing elaborate dinners but before eating them." "And there's the disappearance of the English colony on Roanoke Island North Carolina in 1590." "Many others." "Many." "Just what is this... thing?" "Chaos." "Chaos in the flesh." "This is our field lab." "It's bacteriologically secure and can withstand point blank mortar fire." "No terrorist can take this thing out." "We're operating on the basis of a broken communication from Snowfield." "And area recon, both inconclusive." "Our scientific team is grouped to cover every possible contingency." "Let me remind you that Dr Flyte's name was found in Snowfield." "One of the victims scrawled it on a mirror." "It was a desperate dying act, but the victim must have seen something to lend some credence to Dr Flyte's theory." "Well, uh, breakfast and dinner are here." "We're never gonna get out of here, none of us." "Hey, listen." "I don't know what this thing is, but it's playing with us..." "The lights, the noises on the phone the moth with Wargle." "I don't know what it wants but if we keep our heads straight we're gonna get out of here I promise you." "How can you be so sure?" "Maybe we are gonna make it." "Sheriff Hammond." "I heard deputies Wargle and Shannon were here." "Yes, they were, uh..." "They were killed during the night." "Then it is ongoing." "The name on the mirror." "How do you fit into this?" "Reluctantly." "The first thing we need to know is what we're dealing with what kind of threat it is... biological, chemical or other." "Well, I'm..." "I'm leaning toward "other"." "Come on!" "Pick it up!" "Move, move!" "Bernstein house, 214 Vail Street." "They were about to have dinner... when something happened." "Recording." "Residence of Dr Jennifer Pailey." "Kitchen." "Evidence of severe trauma perhaps toxicological injury." "In the 48 hours prior to the events did your office receive any reports of power failures, telephone interruptions, lights in the sky?" "No flying saucers if that's what you mean." "Should be a major junction box here." "We'll tap into it, power up the lab." "Doctor!" "Look at this." "Recording." "At the base of the statue of Mary..." "Al almost like an an offering." "There's a large accumulation of metal buttons wristwatches, jewellery..." "Everything metal." "Not an offering, undigested remains." "And a little something preserved and put aside for later... like a spider might do it." "Got something, Harker." "Looks like some kind of breach in the trunk lines." "That would account for the interrupted phone service." "Where's it comin' from?" "It's nothing." "Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" "Hold it, God damn it!" "Get it off me!" "Oh, Jesus!" "It's sludge, man!" "It's just plain old stinking' sewage." "Oh, my God." "'Velazquez you make that connection?" "'" "Somebody there?" "'Velazquez, what do you got?" "'" "In the next tunnel." "Velazquez, what the hell is that?" "Get out of there." "Move your ass and get out now!" "No!" "Velazquez, get out of there!" "Move it!" "Now!" "Aaah!" "Help me." "Help me, Jesus!" "Get out of there!" "Come on!" "Reach!" "Reach, man." "Come on!" "Reach!" "Velazquez!" "Jesus Christ!" "Sergeant Harker meet me outside CBW right now!" "I'm registering no toxic fumes." "Here, fella." "Here, boy." "At least he lived through it." "Come on." "But how did he live through it?" "Yeah, yeah." "That's a good dog." "It's OK." "That's a good dog, huh?" "That's a good boy." "It's OK." "Yeah." "Better..." "Better get away from him." "You like that, don't ya?" "Christ, what the hell?" "What is it?" "Get back!" "No!" "Oh, my God!" "Sergeant, get up here!" "Flyte." "You were brought here, Dr Flyte." "Do your research." "Write the gospel." "Go." "It's here!" "It's everywhere all around us!" "Oh, Jesus." "Dr Flyte, what is this?" "My flesh." "Study it." "Write the gospel." "But do not try to leave." "Witnesses to the miracle." "I have to run an analysis." "And that's what I was born to do." "That lab is a tank." "We are getting in that and getting the hell out of here right now." "Against this thing the lab's vulnerable." "There are a hundred ways it could stop us." "Why aren't we dead like the rest of them?" "I think it needed us to get to Flyte." "It's like he's some kind of disciple or something." ""Write the gospel."" "And now Flyte's here." "If it can think really think then we're finished." "Maybe it's like flatworm learning." "What?" "Certain flatworms can learn to negotiate a maze." "Then if you grind them up and feed them to another batch of flatworms batch two can run the same maze on the first try." "They absorb the knowledge with the flesh." "They gave me a tour on the way." "The oldest living thing on the planet." "We would've heard of it by now." "It wasn't exactly shy." "It lives out of sight in the earth in deep geological structures." "But if it comes up to feed..." "Rarely." "Mostly it sifts life forms from the soil like a whale sifts tiny krill and plankton from the ocean." "No doubt it feeds on marine life too." "It may lie dormant between feedings for years or even decades at a time." "Over centuries only a tiny percentage of this thing's prey has been human beings but from them it's absorbed knowledge, acquired intelligence." "So this thing can assume the form of anything that it's absorbed." "Or maybe even imaginary creatures." "Anything a victim may have seen in a movie... or even dreamed about." "It must know everything the people in this town knew." "About you, Dr Flyte." "And about me." "What's happening?" "Vocal mode initiated." "Tell the world the end begins here." "Who are you?" "I am Baal." "I am Belial." "Demons." "Devils." "Some of its victims must have thought it was the devil." "It absorbed that concept from them... and believes that's what it is." "Why have you killed these people?" "They are cattle." "But you let us live." "One of your species has theorised my existence." "It's like a monkey learning tricks." "Flyte." "He is my Matthew Mark, Luke and John." "Only in me can you achieve immortality." "Not in God." "Not in Christ." "Only in me." "If we do what you say will you let us live?" "Hold on!" "What's happening?" "It's playing with us!" "Warning:" "Lab stability is threatened." "All right, enough!" "It's not a god!" "It's not a devil!" "It's just a fucking animal and any living thing can be killed!" "This thing wiped out the dinosaurs which were pretty tough fucking customers!" "What do you want me to say?" "All I'm saying is, it's got a weakness!" "What weakness?" "Ego!" "It thinks it's Satan, right?" "Satan had the biggest ego of all thinking he was greater than God." "And he took a fall." "Right!" "That's why it turned this town into a fun house." "That's why it manipulated us into bringing Dr Flyte here." "It wanted you to see it." "It wanted you to!" "Show me how to kill this fuckin' thing." "If there were a way to kill it we wouldn't have been given the tissue sample!" "You're not listening to me!" "It only thinks it's all powerful." "It's lived too long without fear." "Millions of years it's lived where nothing could kill it." "That's what makes it vulnerable." "So what are all these other things we've seen?" "Drones." "Phantoms." "Detached." "Sent on a task then they return to the mother mass underground." "Warning:" "Lab stability is threatened." "Guess so." "How big is this thing?" "Big." "How do you know any of this for sure?" "Logical deduction." "Logical deduction." "Yeah." "This from a guy who writes articles about Bigfoot for a living." "What about chemicals or acid?" "You'd need a truckload." "And how would you deliver it to the target?" "Maybe nukes?" "Same problem." "How do you find the target, bomb it and be sure you got it all?" "Warning:" "Microbe sample vault is open." "Warning:" "Microbe sample vault is open." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "You OK?" "I was just wondering." "What?" "Do you think that all those people it's taken..." "Do you think they're still trapped?" "No." "No." "They're gone." "They're dead and gone." "I think being trapped inside of it would be like your soul gone to hell." "It's not that way." "I don't want to go to hell." "What?" "You've got something?" "Petrolatum." "This thing is a lot more complex than the composition... of petroleum jelly, of course but there are similarities... in the ratio of hydrocarbons and even more minerals and chemicals than you'd find in the human body." "Hydrocarbons." "I wonder..." "What is it?" "Samples of bacteria, virus plus a selection of man made microbes." "Oh, glorious day." "On the double." "CBW one twenty three this is Command Post." "Do you copy?" "What do you got, Guthrie?" "CBW hasn't reported in." "I can't raise them." "Major, I think you better check this out." "Jenny?" "It's all right." "It could hear us only through the electronics." "Not now." "What's in the vial?" "Biosan Fourteen a genetically engineered bacteria." "A man made disease?" "No." "Harmless to us." "It's a working bacterium." "Eats crude oil and ex cretes ecologically harmless byproducts." "They use it to break up oil spills for about a decade now." "Biosan Fourteen is new the most aggressive strain yet." "It can survive only in an oil rich environment but then each microorganism reproduces itself every 11 seconds." "It could swarm through oil." "Ever since the Gulf War they've carried a sample in case terrorists ever contaminate an oil field with it." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "You're saying we can use this stuff to attack the Ancient Enemy of yours like it was an oil spill and infect it?" "If its hydrocarbon structures are similar to petroleum." "It's a big stretch, but..." "It's gonna wonder why the power's off." "It'll know we're up to something." "No." "It doesn't fear us." "It believes it's immortal." "Well, maybe it is." "Is one vial enough?" "If it reproduces every 11 seconds, we could culture a lot more in an hour." "True." "OK, what do we need?" "We need to find a way to get at the mother mass and we need some kind of a delivery system for this stuff." "But if we do that will it kill it all?" "Unless there's a nucleus a small inner core that can tear loose from the mass and survive on its own." "You know, I really just wanted you to say "yes"." "Jesus Christ." "I only want to tell the world." "So, how do you propose to draw the whole mass of it to us?" "What?" "No." "No." "Oh, no." "I'm here." "Your witness." "If I'm to tell the world I need to see... all of you, not just a drone." "You wonder what's going on in there." "They're preparing a weapon possibly a means to destroy you." "I don't fuckin' believe him." "He's selling us out." "He's trying to save his own ass." "Wait." "For what?" "For him to play his hand." "Specifically, it's a genetically engineered bacterium... capable of devouring your flesh." "Capable, they think, of killing you." "What they don't understand is that death is for mortals not for gods." "Even after all they've witnessed tonight, they still don't believe." "They still think you're only an animal only a thing." "Show yourself." "Gods have nothing to fear." "Or do they?" "Uh, uh, n now..." "N n now w would be a g good time." "Now!" "It's really pissed off." "Infected." "Jenny, Lisa, in the lab." "Run!" "I think we got it, Jenny!" "We've gotta get off the street." "Come on!" "I think it's infected." "Maybe." "Oh, come on." "It's crawling away to die." "Which makes it even more dangerous." "Oh, fuck you!" "Dead yet?" "Let's just go." "Come on, you bastard." "Oh, you got some guns." "Ladies, you wouldn't shoot an unarmed man, would you?" "That's a dumb question." "You wanna see somethin'?" "What a trip I've had!" "How low can you go?" "Get down!" "Go!" "Hey!" "You girls slip me a Mickey?" "Oh, God!" "What did you do to me?" "Lisa?" "I'm going to let you live." "Let you live in me forever." "Fuck you!" "Always that urge to shoot little boys." "No." "This time I'm gonna miss." "It's all right." "It's gone." "All those souls, maybe..." "they're at peace." "Yes." "One wonders." "Still, it won." "What do you mean?" "It wanted me to tell the world and that's what I'm going to do." "The Earth endures." "Over the aeons, countless species have flourished, then perished." "In the town of Snowfield four of us... met and bested an inhuman intelligence." "Not from the stars, but from the deep and secret realms... of our own infinitely mysterious world." "A supremely powerful life form so adaptable, seemingly immortal... is it gone?" "If not, it may one day be the cause of humanity's extinction." "You believe that crap?" "I don't know, Frank." "Stranger things have happened." "I mean, Patty said Glenn was abducted by aliens." "Glenn wasn't abducted." "He run off to LA." "You would, too if you was married to Patty." "Does that sound funny to you, officer?" "No, ma'am." "Hey, you wanna see somethin'?"