"He was brought in at 09:00... and they figured he was responsible for setting off a nuke on U.S. soil." "NORAD picked up a hotspot in the Alaskan mountains... just outside of Fairbanks." "They contacted the warship Sumanza, stationed in the Bearing Strait." "Commander Drew Stevens dispatches troops to the area... to observe phase one terrorist protocol." "Expect the worst." "Whatever happened was to be considered an act of war against us." "That's when they called me." "And in the hours that followed..." "I learned things that were going to change the way we live forever." "Don 't move!" "There 's somebody at the door." "Oh, God..." "You look like shit, son." "Why don 't you have a seat, make yourself comfortable?" "Want to tell me your name?" "I 've already told you people." "I 'm Doctor Peter Lang." "I need to report to Major Harrison... of Charlie Squadron Delta." "I don 't have much time." "You a military man, Lang?" "Sort of." "Sort of." "That 's funny." "I 've been in military most of my adult life... and I 've never met asingle person who was "sort of" in the military." "You 're either in or you 're out, don 't you think?" "So a... pretty straight forward answer I 'm looking for here." "So, I 'm gonna ask you again." "Are you in the military?" "I can't talk to anybody in this building." "I'm not authorized to." "Call Harrison, and he'll understand the urgency of the situation." "I got a pretty good handle on the situation." "Two hours ago, somebody detonated a nuclear device on U.S. soil... and you 're the prime suspect." "That 's either an act of war or that 's terrorism but either way... you 're going to answer any question I ask you." "So, why don 't we start this again?" "Are you a military man, Lang?" "I need to report to Harrison, the Joint Chiefs or the President." "I'm not authorized to talk to you and I won't." "If you get Harrison, you might have a chance to save the world." "Save the world." "That sounds like a threat to me." "You keep talking about this Harrison... right?" "We've been looking for him since you 've mentioned his name." "And... guess what?" "There is no Harrison." "The President and the Joint Chiefs don 't have the foggiest idea... who Peter Lang is nor do they have any interest in talking to terrorists." "I suggest that you put me at the top of your priority list... and do it pretty quick cause things are about to get ugly around here." "Why don't we try this again?" "Who do you work for, Peter?" "That kind of smarts, doesn't it?" "Most fellas start belleding from the ears, but you took this pretty good." "You don't look so bad." "I have... top information, and you 're treating me like a terrorist." "I 'm doing that 'cause this is a matter of national security." "A lot of people out there got a lot of questions... and I 've been given authorization... to use whatever means necessary to get answers to those questions." "I suggest you start telling me what you know now... or we 're going to go through this over and over again." "I can 't." "I love these things." "4OO,OOO volts running off two nine volts batteries." "This sort of torture used to be sloppy." "Buckets, sponges, big cables." "It just wasn't safe." "Nowadays, I can carry 4OO,OOO volts in my hip pocket." "Pretty effective, wouldn 't you say?" "I can 't tell you what you want to hear." "You have to trust me." "It 's for your own safety." "You 're going to tell me what I want to know." "Why don 't we keep is simple, all right?" "Tell me how your day started." "Hi, honey." "Hi, Peter." "A phone call would 've been nice." "You know how I feel about phones." "Baby, go wait in your room, OK?" "Bye, Peter." "See ya, Kimie." "There 's been an incident in the lab." "ls everybody OK?" "We don 't know." "I need to get in." "I need to find out and I need your help." "Peter, I..." "An officer will look after Kimie." "It won 't be long." "OK." "Give me five minutes." "Don 't worry." "I'll be back before you know it." "I love you." "I love you too." "Bye, mom." "OK." "Fill me in." "I will in the truck." "Well... at 2:13, Fairbanks HQ received some sort of garbled transmission." "A breach of bio-containment six." "Two minutes later, somebody on the inside initiated a full lock-down." "Power 's off." "Interlock 's sealed." "All communications to the outside world were served from the inside." "Look, I..." "I called Harrison." "Oh, Jesus." "It could be any number of things." "Chemical, or bio, or nuclear." "Whatever it is, we 're gonna need help." "There 're 14 people down there, and the clock is ticking." "You 're right." "We're going to need Harrison." "We're going to go in with asmall combat team." "Technical experts." "Harrison 's very best." "Highest possible clearances, just in case." "OK." "If we have to move in, we move in." "But this team of experts they only the best, right?" "Right." "Come to me." "Don 't even think about it." "I 'm on the clock, honey." "Don 't you think this is more important than the clock?" "You're killing me." "Sargeant Trainer." "DCS tacticalbriefingin 10minutes, Trainer." "Trainer?" "Did lcatch you at a bad time?" "No, sir." "I 'm just about... to clear my weapon." "We have a situation." "Get O'Brien." "You're going in tonight." "Affirmative, sir." "We 're going in." "Why don 't you get whoever is on the phone to call you back?" "Trish?" "Daddy?" "I 'm toast." "You..." "Trainer?" "I 'm Hall." "Communications." "Good to meet you, Hall." "Good to meet you, sir." "You new on the base?" "Yes, sir." "First time in Alaska?" "First." "I like it though." "It 's cold." "Trying to get used to the daylight." "Never seems to get dark." "Having trouble sleeping, sir." "I've been here for two summers and I still can 't get used to it." "And don 't call me "sir"." "Yes, sir..." "OK." "What have you heard about this mission?" "We 're being sent there 'cause you banged the General 's daughter." "Jesus Christ!" "What?" "Bad news travels fast." "You know kids." "No." "You see... she had her 22nd birthday last week." "Whatever you say, sir." "Hear anything else?" "It looks that we 're going to be accompanied by Major Ross and... what 's-her-dick?" "Get my volley?" "Ross..." "Sir?" "I wonder why they 'd send a Major on a mission like this." "Can 't say, sir." "Haven 't met the man myself... but O 'Brien... she really drove our regiment into the ground in Iraq." "She 's a tough mother for a hole, let me tell ya." "That's what I heard..." "But why would a half-decent looking chick like O 'Brien... want to be an officer?" "Everybody knows any chick that tough has to be a lesbo." "She 's get in the army to get the Colonel's daughter, probably." "Sir..." "Ma'am!" "When you finished bonding, re-join the rest of the army." "Full mission breaking in two." "Yes, ma'am." "Sarge... you need a larger weapon." "Welcome to Alaska, Hall." "Thank you, gentlemen." "'Ten-hut!" "All right, people, at ease." "This mission is black." "No medals, no rewards, no lucrative book deals." "Our target destination is Vectol Bio-Research laboratories... outside Fairbanks, Alaska." "Although it is a civilian facility, it is under contract to Uncle Sam... and my responsibility." "Dr. Cole..." "Captain O 'Brien, is our best in bio-chem..." "Sargeant Hall, is our communications specialist..." "Trainer, weapons and explosives, lastly..." "Major Ross, our counter-terrorism expert." "Dr. Cole?" "Three hours ago, someone at our lab initiated an emergency lock-down." "We 've had no communication since." "There 're 14 researchers trapped down there." "We need to get them out." "Only 23 people outside this room know about those labs." "Of those 23 only a handful are privy to the work they do." "Although this is classified, we'll give you what we can." "Dr." "Cole?" "Dr." "Lang... head of the Bio-Weapons Counter Measures at Vectol." "Vectol labs are located in an abandoned copper mine... 5OO feet below the surface." "It 's been retrofitted as a high-tech bio-chemical facility." "Access is through asingle air lock and elevator." "There are four levels: research, weapons, chemical, living quarters." "Below that is an emergency air lock." "Once you 're in, nothing gets out." "There 's been only one other breach of this facility two years ago." "A lab tech accidentally spilled a thimble-full of nerve gas." "A thimble-full." "He died ninety seconds later." "It took us three months to clean out that isolation lab." "We are dealing with a full isolation lock-down." "Trainer?" "Why us?" "Dr. Lang?" "Vectol Labs do a multitude of sins." "Chemical, bio, nuclear toxins." "Stuff we have down there makes Ebola look like the common cold." "It 's possible terrorists breached the facility." "We need to find out." "Don't we have any other intelligence on this?" "Latest satellite re-con flight shows all is clear." "Perimeter secure." "This is avery sensitive situation." "Fewer people envolved, the better, that 's why I'm sending the best." "I 'm ascientist, but I 'm also a former Army Captain." "Once inside, all of you answer directly to me." "Trainer?" "People?" "ls that clear?" "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Good." "These are not your standard suits." "They 're made from Kevlar Purine fiber." "Think of them as a2nd skin." "Your atmosphere gauge is at the wrist." "Green is for good air, yellow for questionable... and if it 's red and you 've just breathed it, you 've died." "This is for your oxygen." "You have about one hour 's worth." "What are these syringes for, doctor?" "Excuse me." "If one of you become contaminated... remove the hypodermic from the pouch... and then plunge it directly in the neck... as deep as..." "Don 't do that." "...as possible." "Avoid severing the carotid artery." "I 'll do that." "The needle releases a neuro-toxin." "It would save your life and get you to treatment as quickly as possible." "And what if we don't get stuck?" "What happens then?" "That depends on which toxin you've been infected with... but within 1O seconds your throat constricts." "You can 't breath." "Your esophagus becomes brittle and it dissolves." "Your organs turn to jelly as your molecular structure is collapsing." "But after that, you should mercifully black out." "I get the picture." "Have either one of you tried..." "this needle?" "Yeah." "Dr. Cole has." "What happened?" "Gear up." "We move out in ten." "Any other questions?" "Dismissed." "I think she likes me, O 'Brien." "What are you talking about?" "She 's a grown-up." "I should try that." "Colonel!" "Major." "Permission to speak freely, sir." "Go ahead." "I 'm not comfortable taking my orders from these scientists." "You take your orders from me." "Follow Cole and Lang to the letter." "Yes, sir, but babysitting civilians is..." "Cole can take care of herself." "It 's Lang I need you to cover." "He works for me." "His project is classified... has top priority on the Pentagon." "Cole doesn 't know about it." "She thinks she 's in command." "Work with her all the way." "If it 's viral or chemical, she 's in charge." "It it 's terrorist, you take command." "Your priority is make sure Lang gets his research out." "My team has the highest security clearance." "I need to know what 's going on down there." "This is a matter of national security." "Nobody can know about it." "When it comes to biologicals, even the President is expendable." "Yes, sir." "Lang is the priority." "If I 'm a terrorist, what 's my primary target down there?" "There's enough plutonium in that mountain to satisfy asmall army." "Terrorists or not, we're going to find our people okay down there." "Just hope my staff are safe." "With this lock-down there's a chance the air's been contaminated." "Keep your helmets on and breathe easy." "And conserve your air as long as possible." "You got that?" "Cole... if we do encounter terrorists, stand down and let my team handle this." "Your team?" "Your team will do what I say." "This is a chemical lab." "Nobody does anything without my approval." "You got that, Major?" "Trainer, hold up asec." "I've got a bad feeling about this." "You 're just scared." "That 's not what I meant." "Chemical weapons, possible terrorists... small crew, civilian in charge..." "We 're going in there and no one is telling us anything about it." "How many times have you and I been down this road before?" "You watch my back, I'll watch yours all right." "I hate working with civilians." "You wanted Delta." "Deal with it." "Lang." "What?" "The minute you know how to get out of there, you let me know." "I don't need my team staying in this tunnel any longer than they have to." "I'll recommend immediate e-vac as soon as I get what I need." "And, Major, our relationship stays confidential." "That's what I hear." "Peter, check the intercom, see if anyone responds." "No, doc, not a good idea." "If they 're terrorists you don 't want to give away our position, right?" "Good point." "Let 's keep the chatter to a minimum, OK?" "Jesus, Lang!" "Will you back the fuck up?" "Holster that weapon." "This isn 't right." "What 's your concern, Cole?" "The reading." "There 's something in the air but I don 't know what it is." "What 's with this water?" "I have no idea." "I 've never seen anything like this." "Hey, Ross." "What have you got?" "Looks like a gold tooth." "That 's a little more than unusual." "Got some slime all over it." "What 's the slime like?" "Is it toxic?" "I don 't think so." "Cole, you should take a look at it." "Maybe the sprinkler system broke here." "It 's not HO or retardant." "Cole... what do you think?" "Major!" "Hall." "Got a Number 45 here... emptied the clip." "What the hell they shooting at?" "No matter, but stay Sharp so it doesn't end up shooting at you." "I found a pacemaker." "It 's still beating." "Jesus!" "This is creepy." "We need to get to work." "Hall, Trainer and O 'Brien... restore communications and power." "It 's through these doors." "It 's down one level." "Keep to the right." "It 's at the end of the hall." "After that, sweep level 3." "It 's the living quarters." "Wait." "You want us to split up?" "Ross, what do we do?" "You have your orders." "Report if you see anyone." "RCB will be level 2." "Containments labs." "We'll meet there." "How many people we looking for?" "Fourteen." "You heard the lady, let 's move out." "I think we should look for the guy with the pacemaker." "Just my luck, I'm red shit, baby." "This way." "Dr. Lang, this isn't a picnic." "Let 's move." "This is worse than we thought." "You recognize it." "It 's got the molecular structure of human DNA." "Doctors?" "What is this stuff?" "We 're not sure just yet." "Major, I wouldn 't stand under there if I were you." "Where the hell is everybody?" "I don 't know." "Trainer... ever notice our missions have become a little more hazardous?" "What are you talking about?" "Look around you." "We 're in a factory full of biological weapons." "So, what 's that got to do with me?" "She's jailbait and she's the Colonel's daughter." "Would you put a pipe in it?" "She's not jailbait, Captain." "She looks at least 19 or 2O." "That 's my man, Hall." "She ain't no child." "You're just jealous, O'Brien." "Come on, O 'Brien, who you kidding?" "Wouldn 't you take a run at her if you had a chance?" "Careful, Hall, or I'm going to take a run at you." "Want to get you guys a room?" "Hall 's not my type, Trainer." "He thinks I 'm a lesbo." "I 'm OK with lesbos." "Just kidding." "It 's gone." "What?" "No, that 's impossible." "What 's gone?" "I can 't talk about it with you." "I don 't give a damn about your secret weapons." "I 'll tell you what you need to know when you need to know it." "Are my people in any danger?" "Not more than the rest of us." "That 's not an answer." "Give us a moment, Major." "One of our experiments has gone missing." "We need to find it." "Ross." "Copy?" "Go ahead, Captain." "Auxiliary power was up in the lab level only." "The generator doesn 't work." "Hall can 't get any more power of it." "Good work." "We 've completed the sweep of the living quarters." "Not asoul, sir." "Proceed to communications." "Try to raise Harrison." "And Captain... watch your back." "Anything on your end, sir?" "One of the doctor's experiments has gone missing." "What kind of an experiment?" "They 're both tight lipped." "Until I know more, assume we 're still dealing with terrorists." "Exercise extreme caution and report back every 1O minutes." "Understood." "It's not just awalk in the park." "Not today." "If I can squeeze any more out of them I'll contact you." "Roger that." "Reporting back in 1O." "ln 10 minutes." "Missing experiment." "Doesn 't sound too good." "Not in this place, it ain 't." "Stay Sharp." "We got a job to do." "What the hell happened here?" "You fix this up, Hall?" "Raise topside?" "I could raise Mars if I had to, but... it 's probably easier to... jerry-rig the up-line and get cell communications working." "This is creepy." "Slime covering everything." "Like something out of the Blob." "Holy shit, Hall, that 's it." "What?" "The doctor's experiments is probably just like the Blob." "It 's loose and it 's sliming up everything in its path... devouring everything it can." "You know what?" "We 're dessert." "You 're not funny." "What are you talking about?" "You 're not funny, man." "You see that?" "Yeah, right." "Let 's focus." "I 'm serious." "I saw some guy." "I swear!" "Hall." "Jesus!" "You saw someone?" "I think." "Hall, raise topside." "Let 's go." "Are you serious?" "I 'm serious." "Get in there." "Get communications up." "I 'll check the door." "All right." "Let 's hope the containment lab remains secure." "Is it possible somebody moved it?" "It's possible, but unlikely." "It takes a team of 8 to move it." "If it had been moved, we would have known." "What about the plutonium?" "lt is all accounted for, Major... but right now it 's the least of our worries." "The air is clean." "Cole, check the computer data." "See if somebody 's moved it." "I 'll check bio-containment 6." "Major Ross, you watch her back." "Major Ross, external com is up and operating, sir." "Good work, Trainer." "O 'Brien, continue to sweep, report if you find anyone." "Roger." "I'llcontinue." "Command, alpha team reporting." "This is Harrison." "Report." "Auxiliary power and communications restored, sir." "We have control ofthe main lab." "Still no sign of the staffers." "We do however have a missing experiment." "We 're going to look for it and any sign of terrorists." "Keep me posted." "You did this to me." "Stay here." "Watch my back." "Jesus Christ!" "Is that you, Sara?" "What the hell happened?" "It got out." "We didn't stand a chance." "Nobody's going to be able to stop it." "It 's under my skin, Peter." "It 's under my goddamn skin!" "Sara, no!" "Look what you 've done to me." "Radiation is the only way to kill it." "What happened?" "I need to kill us all." "For Christ 's sakes, don 't do that!" "It 's inside me." "I can feel it." "Inside me." "I can feel it." "lf you 're gonna kill us all, stop!" "No!" "Please, don 't make me do this." "Just stop." "Sara, I 'm so sorry." "Cole, no!" "Cole, you just executed a civilian." "She was no longer human." "Then what was she?" "Lang, why didn 't you try to help her?" "She was infected." "infected with what?" "There are infectious agents here." "Not good enough, doctor." "The radiation would 've gone critical." "I did what I had to do." "I want answers." "I need to know now!" "What are we up against?" "There are no terrorists, are there?" "We can 't be certain." "I reckon that we leave now." "That 's the first sensible thing either of you have said all day." "We're not leaving until we figure out the fate of our staff." "You just saw what happened to our staff." "Trainer, give me asituation report." "Nothing down here but slime, sir." "Other than that, all seems clear." "Return to the lab." "We 're getting out of here." "If you meet anyone, assume that they 're hostile." "Sargeant, keep your suits on at all times." "Hostile, sir?" "We just met one of the staffers." "It wasn 't pretty." "She was infected with something." "lt 's been secured." "Secured, sir?" "Permanently." "Understood." "Meet back at the lab." "Report anything suspicious." "Copy that." "This whole place is suspicious." "Command, this is alpha team." "One second." "Harrison." "Report." "The situation isn 't good." "We can confirm contamination." "Cole, you there?" "Yes, sir." "Situation?" "The facility has been breached and the PB3 is missing." "Colonel..." "Isuggest that we brief Ross on the lntelthat we have on PB3." "Our chances of surviving through this mission will be greater." "Fill him in my full authorization." "Yes, sir." "We first heard about it after Chernobyl." "Soviets discovered an alien microbe on a meteorite... that crashed in Siberia in the 5O's." "They called it PB3 to honor the third session of the Politburo... or something like that." "Once the microbe was separated it reproduced at an alarming rate." "Their scientists attempted to clone it." "No dice." "In the end, it took a2O-megaton nuke... and 1O,OOO lives to put that genie back in the bottle." "After the wall collapsed, Uncle Sam took all responsibility... and brought it to us." "Government hired Vectol to study the military potential... and applications of PB3 to see how to counter it." "As a liquid, it had this... intelligence." "It could think, learn." "Imagine, asingle alien life from the size of a drop of water... that we could train to kill whatever we wanted it to." "A drop of water that could survive in any landscape... from a nuclear environment to the blood stream of a human body." "What 's the difference between... the liquid and PB3?" "The liquid is what PB3 produces." "The PB3 is actually an alien." "We cloned the microbe's DNA." "Are you telling me there's an alien loose down here?" "Jesus!" "Alien?" "Is that so hard to believe?" "I 'm getting pretty tired of your bullshit, Lang." "You'd better start feeding me something easier to swallow." "Sir?" "Goahead, Captain." "We're stillcomingup blank on Harrison... but we've been able to confirm that Ross, O'Brien, Trainer and Hall... do in fact exist as members of the Charlie Squadron Delta." "They're stationed in Fairbanks." "Their C.O., Major Tindal... confirms they were requested for a black op at 04:00." "He won't give up any details of the mission." "He wasn't cleared for it." "Thank you, Captain." "lt 's an alias." "What are you muttering about?" "Harrison would never implicate himself if anything were to go wrong." "We 're down to working on secrets that our government can never admit." "Things that could topple our nation's credibility." "What if North Korea knew the kind of warfare we were trying to perfect?" "We're giving them a hard time with the nuclear program... when all the while we're cloning aliens for military application." "Are you telling me that you're an independent contractor... working with the military on cloning aliens?" "You 're not a believer." "You don 't think in this vast universe another life form exists?" "One that 's more versatile, smart, dangerous we know humans to be?" "Every year, hundreds of meteorites slam into our planet." "We found a drop of water on one." "You have any idea how many we never find?" "How many other drops of water are out there?" "O 'Brien, you see that?" "See what?" "Something tells me we 're not alone." "What did you see?" "What do you thing it was?" "Looks like a guy about 3O feet ahead." "U.S. Army." "Show yourself." "Stand up and put your hands behind your head." "Are you here to help?" "Hands behind your head, now!" "I 'm a doctor." "On your knees." "I work here." "Get you hands on your head now!" "Get down!" "Gun!" "Hall 's down!" "Check him out!" "Hall!" "Hall!" "Get up, Hall!" "What 's going on back there, O 'Brien?" "He 's got a pulse." "He 's alive." "The suit is bullet proof all right." "The guy though, where did he go?" "Freeze!" "Trainer, did you see that?" "O 'Brien, look out!" "Oh my God!" "Something 's on my hand!" "lt 's burning!" "What are you doing?" "Got to get this off!" "It 's burning!" "My hand is burning!" "Burning!" "Holy shit, O 'Brien!" "My arm is burning!" "Holy shit, O 'Brien!" "Hang on." "We got good air." "I 'm taking off your helmet." "I 'm going to stick you." "Hang in there." "Hall, get your ass over here now." "Hurry up." "What happened to her?" "Come on, we got to get her out of here right now." "Move!" "Move!" "We 've got a problem." "The Captain's been infected." "She needs help, now." "Cole, open the door." "I won 't do that." "Help!" "Let me in!" "Cole, you open the door right now and assist my team." "Major, if we let O 'Brien in here she could kill us all." "Listen to me!" "You open the goddamn door right now!" "Trainer, tell me what colour her eyes are." "What?" "Her eyes." "What colour are they?" "They 're black." "Black." "lt 's too late." "Ross." "We're losing her." "You open the door, now!" "Give me a sec here, Trainer." "I got a situation." "We don't have a fucking second." "She's dying!" "Suit up." "We 're taking her topside." "We can 't do that." "She has been contaminated." "Ross, we're losing her." "Open the door!" "Open it now!" "O 'Brien, this is Ross." "You hang in there, all right?" "We can 't take her out of the mountain." "She 'll contaminate every living organism she comes in contact with." "Civilization as we know it, will no longer exist." "We don't have a cure for this thing." "She can't be saved." "Get Trainer and Hall as far away from her as quick as you can." "Out there they stand a chance of becoming exposed themselves." "Cole... get out here and fixherup." "She's my partner, do you hear me?" "Open the door." "I said open the goddamn door." "Ross, she 's been convulsing ever since she got infected." "What did you do, bastard?" "You shot her, you bastard." "Trainer, O'Brien was already dead." "What?" "What?" "What she was infected with has no known cure." "If we stand out here, we 'll have better chance of becoming infected." "No!" "I gave her the shoot!" "I gave her the shoot!" "She 's dead, man." "We got to get out of here." "That 's an order." "You killed her!" "She covered you ass so many times!" "She never would have survived." "I gave her the shot." "I did what I was told and you should fix her up." "lt should have worked!" "But it 's a different strain and we have no cure." "Now if we get infected, we die exactly like the same way." "This liquid that attacked O'Brien..." "Is this our alien?" "Alien?" "Like as in the movie?" "The liquid is a bi-product of the alien." "It 's doing exactly what we designed it to do." "You designed a fucking alien?" "No, we cloned an alien." "From a drop of water that was discovered on a meteorite." "Weapons specifically designed to help preserve the human race." "But before we could develop the counter-inoculation... we had to first create de PB3." "In theory we thought that if we could clone it, we could kill it." "And then, we would be ready in case it ever attacked." "You cloned a frigging alien and the government thought that was OK?" "It 's also extremely intelligent." "I'm going to sit down for this." "Each time the PB3 encounters a new organism... the alien 's molecular structure co-ordinates an attack." "It essentially consume us... using our mass and our intelligence to grow... mutating, changing." "It can almost go into any form liquid or human." "It has the ability to take the human host and attain its goal." "And what the hell goal is that?" "It would like to control the planet." "And it was OK to clone something that could control the planet." "That's real smart." "Real smart." "And you alien escaped, start infecting your crew... but somebody caught on and locked the place down." "That seems to be what happened." "But the PB3 is reacting unlike anything we have ever seen before." "What it did to O'Brien and Hall, that 's new." "It 's trying to breach our suits." "It 's learned to hunt." "If this thing gets out, it will be impossible to stop." "We can't let that happen." "What do we do to control it?" "We have been developing a..." "Cole!" "I need to show you something." "Excuse us." "It 's the frigging blob." "They're in love with this thing." "We got to fucking kill it." "Harrison convinced me to take it to the next step." "He didn't want me working with anyone." "Classified all my research." "I couldn't even tell you about it." "What are you talking about?" "I developed a new strain." "You did what?" "The microbe was just the embryo." "There 's 3 chromosomes called X, Y, and Z... and 3 sexes that cross-fertilize and mutate into a new organism." "The Russians couldn 't do it, you couldn't do it, but I did." "Oh my God!" "My God, Peter." "Why?" "You honestly think you could spend the rest of your life in this hole?" "I've been here for 5 years." "I want out." "I want out." "To do what?" "To publish... to receive the Nobel." "But for what?" "The PB3." "But that 's impossible." "You know it 's impossible." "For the security issues and because there 's nothing to publish." "We still don 't know how it works." "We can find out how it works." "Prove that life exists outside our world." "You have screwed us all." "Suit up." "We 're leaving." "I never signed up to fight no Martians." "Command, this is alpha team." "Command, alpha team reporting." "This is Harrison." "Report." "Situation." "Lang and Cole have identified an alien species loose down here." "Lang?" "Yes, Colonel." "Are you ready to come out?" "Yes, there 's nothing more I can do here." "Cole, how serious is it?" "lt 's beyond our control, sir." "Cole, you call it." "I recommend immediate deployment." "Christ." "Major Ross?" "Sir?" "Evac your people within 2O minutes." "I 'm going to nuke the mountain." "Affirmative, sir." "Get your people out of there." "Thank you, sir." "How far are we going to get in 2O minutes?" "2O minutes is plenty of time." "Don 't you worry." "But you 're gonna nuke the mountain." "You can 't get away from a nuclear blast in 2O minutes." "This facility is built to contain the blast." "As long as we make it... to an air lock we'll be safe." "You see that?" "Straight ahead." "I see it." "What do you think, Trainer?" "I think that 's the same stuff that attacked O'Brien." "We back track and we go around." "We don't have time." "Don 't worry." "This is what we do." "Trainer, Hall..." "On my command." "Let 's see how this thing responds under fire." "This one 's for O 'Brien." "Fire in the hall!" "Go!" "Go!" "That 's great!" "We just blew awater cooler." "We got to get out of here." "Nice shot, bro." "Frigging water cooler." "This is just wrong." "Time is ticking, we got to go." "Stay sharp, Hall." "Can't believe we just did that." "Goddamn it." "A trained Delta force shooting at awater cooler." "What 's next?" "A killer vending machine?" "Can 't believe we nailed an alien." "Stay focused." "Get out of here." "We 're almost there." "We got to make it to the elevator." "Trainer, the door." "Hall, cover." "Copy that." "Copy that, sir." "My God, what 's with spiders?" "Spiders?" "Cole, watch your..." "I hate spiders!" "We have to have control of the elevator." "It 's the only way out!" "Activate fire on the elevator!" "Clear the elevator!" "Ross, behind you!" "Where are they all coming from?" "Lang, watch out!" "Lang, are you OK?" "There 's too many of them!" "Ross, they 're on your feet!" "I got 'em." "Trainer, 12 o 'clock." "Hall, watch out!" "Just keep firing, Hall." "I don 't know what to do." "My God!" "It 's a nightmare, man." "It 's a nightmare!" "I don 't know what to do." "Don 't!" "Fire in the hole!" "Everyone, back up." "Is anyone hit?" "Hall, what were you thinking?" "I 'm going to get out of here." "You just sealed our only exit." "There 's got to be stairs." "There 's no stairs." "He 's going to save us, right?" "I wouldn 't count on it." "Fall back, everyone!" "Fall back!" "Hall, have you lost your mind?" "There 's got to be another way out." "I sure hope so." "First we 've got to get to the lab and stop the nuke." "Shit, I forgot about the nuke!" "We 're screwed." "Command, this is alpha team." "Ross, you 'd better be in that elevator." "Elevator is negative for evac, sir." "Hostiles in control." "Harrison, stop the nuke." "The count is at OO:" "O3:" "4O." "Any chance you can make the auxiliary air lock?" "Negative, sir." "There 's not enough time." "You 'll have to re-set it manually." "We can handle the manual detonation on this end." "Susan, you know what this means." "Yes, sir." "lt 's your call." "Don 't worry." "I 'll handle it." "All right, I 'll stop the count." "Come on!" "Ok." "We 're here." "The bomb fuse is 5 levels below." "The auxiliary air lock is about 3OO yards down the passage way." "Peter!" "Stand back." "Nobody touch him." "Peter!" "Peter!" "What the fuck is that?" "Jesus Christ!" "Where 's the fuck it go?" "Peter!" "Oh, God!" "He 's dead." "Put your helmets on." "We have to get out of here." "Cole, you have anything that can fight this thing?" "Yeah, I think I do." "Ross, we got to go." "This weapon has been designed for close range combat." "Fresh off the assembly line." "They've never been tested on either." "Wait a minute." "We're going to be the first ones to use them?" "That 's right." "These are warheads, gentlemen, and they contain a gas... design to kill aspecific breed of alien." "You'll be fighting a new strain but, hopefully, it should work." "We have to get these toxins out of the warheads... and into these canisters to load the guns." "Piece of cake." "The toxin was designed to infect those who have not been inoculated." "I hope you don't mind needles." "Shouldn't I get another warhead?" "Back over by the sink." "There 's a case on top, be careful." "Doc, what do you make of this?" "Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" "What?" "Everyone out!" "Out!" "Get out, Ross!" "Jesus!" "Cole, what 's going on?" "We got to get out now!" "Come on, let 's go." "Let 's move!" "Shit, shit, shit." "What happened to him, Cole?" "The toxin." "He 's dead." "Cole, answer me." "Oh, God..." "Our helmets." "The air quality is not good." "We have to make it to a secure air lock." "Let 's get out of here." "Lang is dead." "We just lost Hall." "Have you reset bomb?" "Not yet." "We 're on our way." "Cole, we might be soon facing an invasion." "We need to be prepared." "Langfollowed orders you wouldn't." "You shouldn't let moral judgement interfere with your work." "Harrison, we 'll set that nuke, but that PB3 experiment ends here." "That ends now." "This is on your head." "Cole." "It's your decision, Cole." "Are we facing a goddamn invasion?" "It this thing gets out, we 're facing extinction." "How long can we stay exposed to this air?" "Long enough to make it to the next air lock it we're lucky." "Cole!" "More frigging spiders." "What the frig is that?" "Go!" "Ross, let 's go!" "What the hell is that thing?" "Run!" "Cole?" "What is that?" "Hurry up!" "Not enough air in here." "Just get to the air lock." "I 'm slowing it down, but I 'm not stopping it." "Oh, no!" "The keypad 's not working!" "Let me at it." "Cole, cover Trainer." "I got it." "Trainer?" "I 'm working on it." "Trainer." "C4." "lt 'll be close." "Come on, come on." "I got it." "It 's open." "Go." "Go, go." "My God." "You guys OK?" "Yeah, you?" "I 'm cool." "It 's not every day you almost get killed by an alien." "Let 's go." "Be careful out there." "Any more surprises waiting for us down here, Cole?" "I sure hope not." "But we should expect the worse." "Was that your missing experiment back there?" "I don 't know what that was." "Maybe it 's some sort of mutation." "You 're learning quick, Major." "Let 's just get this over with." "Sounds good to me." "Everybody watch their backs." "Let 's do this." "The bomb is in here." "The air lock is at the other end of the tunnel." "We part company here." "I'll set the bomb and meet you guys outside." "That 's too risky." "We stay together." "Ross and I are going to cover the door." "You 're going to go in... and set the timer then we all go to the air lock." "OK." "Great." "They 're guarding the bomb." "They know we 're trying to kill 'em." "How do you want to handle this?" "Very slowly towards the detonator and hope for the best." "This isn't going to be easy." "There 's so many of them." "Easy..." "They appear to be dormant." "Easy..." "No sudden movements." "We should be OK." "Let 's get this done and get out." "Watch your step." "Cover my back, Ross." "I 've got your back." "So far, so good." "Oh, my God!" "Trainer?" "Look out!" "Cole, look out!" "Trainer, double time." "Trainer, come on!" "Ross, behind you!" "Look out!" "Trainer, come on!" "Trainer, hurry up!" "Faster!" "Let 's get out of here." "Go, go!" "Come on!" "Trainer!" "Ross!" "The timer is toast." "I can 't get it to work." "What?" "lt doesn 't work." "The detonator?" "The detonator will work... but I got to arm it manually." "No." "It 's my responsibility." "I 'll do it." "I 'll give you enough time to get out." "You're the only who knows how to fight this thing if it gets out." "Sir?" "Get her to the exit." "No, Major." "That 's an order." "Yes, sir." "You 'll die." "I 've got no one waiting for me topside... besides how often does a guy get a chance to save the world?" "I 'm so sorry." "Me too." "Trainer." "Sir?" "Get this to Harrison." "My final order and I 'd like to make good on it." "Yes, sir." "Ross... you 're a brave man." "Go on, get out of here." "Yes, sir." "Let 's go!" "Cole, look out!" "Go!" "Where the hell are they?" "Oh shit!" "Easy..." "Trainer, I 'm down." "You go." "I 'll set the bomb." "No." "This is my responsibility." "Not an option, OK?" "Trainer..." "I 'm not going to argue with you." "It 's what I do." "That 's my job." "Go on." "Get out of here." "Wait." "Wait a minute." "Ross... what do you want to do with this?" "That ends here." "I knew you 're going to say that." "Get the hell off him." "Die, you alien scum!" "Die!" "Oh, fuck..." "I love you, mommy." "I love you, baby." "Are you OK?" "You all right?" "The others?" "They didn 't make it." "Did you secure sample?" "You know I couldn 't do that." "Your helmet?" "It 's gone." "You expect me to believe that?" "You're telling me astory that you couldn't possibly have witnessed." "You were left behind, you were left for dead." "It was the right thing to do." "I would have infected the team." "It was dangerous to keep me around." "But I followed them out, I witnessed everything." "How did you get out, if Cole was the last one in that air lock?" "Did you witnesses that explosion?" "The nuke would've killed everything." "But you survived." "Yes, I did." "How?" "Isn 't it obvious?" "I had to survive... to keep my species alive." "Do you believe in me now?" "Captain... we need to get our guest to the White House." "captions BY VlDEOLAR"