Advocate #3: Without the guidance of the Council, we are nothing. We must make contact.
Advocate #1: Agreed. Once the Council is aware of our plight, it will know how to proceed.
Advocate #2: Their equipment is primitive.
Advocate #1: But adequate if properly refined.
Advocate #2: The transponder signal is very strong.
Advocate #1: Triangulating the location of our ships should not prove difficult.
Advocate #2: All is well.
Advocate #3: Our mission will succeed. We will live life immortal.
Advocate #1: It is time to leave.
Harrison: What would you say if I told you that Earth was being invaded by aliens from another planet?
Harrison: In 1953, we experienced what can only be described as a war of the worlds. If it wasn't for common everyday bacteria attacking the aliens' immune systems, they would've won this war, and you and I would not be having this conversation!
Suzanne: But we are having this conversation, which I don't want! So I fail to see your point!
Harrison: My point is that although the bacteria stopped the aliens, I don't think it killed them!
Suzanne: Excuse me, but I think you have been sitting too close to your television set.
Harrison: Really? How do you explain the radio signals? How do you account for the barrels? The barrels that entombed what were supposed to be dead aliens forced open from the inside?! What the hell happened to the hundreds of other barrels that used to be store in that location?!
Suzanne: Just because I don't have an answer doesn't mean there isn't a logical explanation for your...paranoia!!
Harrison: I am attempting to offer you a logical explanation. In 1953, bacteria forced the aliens into a state of hibernation, or suspended animation or estivation or anabiosis. I don't know the terms; that's your field, not mine. But now, something has happened to wake the aliens up. That nuclear disposal site was hot with radioactivity, right? Maybe that's it. Maybe the bacteria which infected the aliens is now being wiped out by exposure to radiation.
Suzanne: So now, the aliens, hundreds of them...
Harrison: At least!
Suzanne: ...are loose?
Suzanne: You're nuttier than I thought.
Harrison: That doesn't make me wrong! At least listen to my proof!
Harrison: The alien attack wasn't three days old before my parents were killed. They were colleagues of Dr. Forrester's. Anyway...Dr. Forrester, who was practically my second father as he was, ended up taking me in. I grew up steeped in this research, listening to his theories...seeing how broken he was when nobody took him seriously. He said that if the aliens invaded once, they could do it again. Nobody wanted to hear that. He said that until we get adequate research, we couldn't even be sure the aliens were really dead. Apparently, their bodies weren't decaying as might be expected. Well, they really drove people crazy. Instead of expanding its research, the U.S. Government collected the alien remains and sealed them in steel drums...out of sight, out of mind. You still think I'm a nutcase?
Suzanne: Have you ever heard of the African lungfish? The lungfish can survive for...at least four years, maybe as many as ten, without water. It goes into such a profound state of anabiosis that the average person would think the fish was long dead. However, pour water over it, and...it's like a resurrection. The fish is alive and swimming again.
Harrison: So you don't think I'm a nutcase?
Suzanne: Definitely a nutcase. However...like you said, that doesn't make you wrong. [tears up her letter of resignation] And I can always write another resignation.
Advocate #2: All is well.
Advocate #1: We're strong again, and ready to resume our invasion.
Advocate #2: Not too hastily, comrade.
Advocate #3: Our ships' onboard computers must finish their pre-flight checks first.
Advocate #2: We've been patient for so many years. We can afford to wait a bit longer.
Harrison: Norton, does the number three mean anything special to you? [Norton shakes his head] It sure meant something special to the aliens. Think about it. Their ships flew in groups of three; their optics were divided into three units. They attack their targets in three different directions. Even their weapons, the bolas, had three weighted ends. Three, Norton. Think three. I know the answer is there.
Norton: Number three. I'll think on it. What have we got to lose, huh?
Harrison: You find something interesting?
Suzanne: Hmm. Have a look.
Harrison: What is it?
Suzanne: You tell me.
Harrison: This is the tissue sample you took from the dissolved body?
Suzanne: Mm-hm. But it's not exactly human anymore.
Harrison: Then what is it?
Suzanne: Half-human, half-alien. It's as if the cells from both species have merged to create something new, unique.
Harrison: And this sustains your cell-phase matching theory?
Suzanne: Oh, no, Doctor Blackwood, you're not gonna make me jump to a conclusion that I haven't had time to prove yet.
Harrison: Fair enough, Dr. McCullough. Suzanne, good work.
Suzanne: Thanks, Harrison. Thanks a lot.
Ironhorse: You expect me to climb into the heads of these, these creatures; you've got to give me more to go on.
Harrison: Okay, they're soldiers...the same as you. Now you tell me. How do soldiers think?
Ironhorse: I spent four years at the point, fifteen more active duty. Hell, Doctor, I'm not sure I do think anymore. I...I react.
Harrison: Okay, start there. You're their leader. React to their situation.
Ironhorse: Okay, I...need good intelligence. Know your enemy. Communications. They already seem to have that. Supplies. They gotta keep the troops fed. Weapons.
Harrison: Definitely weapons.
Ironhorse: They don't have it. Or at least none that amount to anything. That's their primary weakness.
Harrison: Which makes it our strength. Have you ever heard of Hangar 15?
Harrison: The place where the Air Force stores all its UFO evidence.
Ironhorse: You mean Hangar 18. The...building 18 at Wright-Patterson? Forget it, Doctor. That's all a myth.
Harrison: No. Hangar 18 is the myth, Colonel. That's disinformation created by the military. Hangar 15...that's the real mccoy.
Ironhorse: I don't believe it.
Harrison: Dr. Forrester did; it's in his papers. I think now might be the time to call General Wilson. Ask him if it's a myth.
Ironhorse: According to General Wilson, the U.S. Government has had three of the alien ships mothballed in Hangar 15 since 1953. You want to guess as to the location of Hangar 15?
Harrison: Kellogue Air Force Base.
Ironhorse: Right smack dab in the middle.
Harrison: You've read the material, Colonel. You know what happens if the aliens get their hands on those ships!
Scientist: Our analysis indicates - the high level of radiation needed to protect us from the indigenous bacteria of this planet causes our metabolisms to heat to dangerous levels.
Advocate #1: Our scientists seem to have a firm grasp on the obvious. Tell us something we don't already know!
Advocate #2: Isn't there anything you can do to disperse the heat?
Scientist: We are doing our best, Advocate. As you have seen, the treatments are slowing the degeneration process.
Advocate #3: But not reversing it.
Scientist: Unfortunately not. This planet's natural resources contain different elements than those on our planet.
Advocate #2: The lower classes are all alike. Excuses for every shortcoming!
Scientist: But Advocate, it takes time for a species to adapt to a new environment.
Advocate #2: We don't have time! In our weakened state, our invasion will fail.
Advocate #3: As it is, we are already too weak to separate from this decaying flesh.
Scientist: Perhaps if you sought the guidance of the Council--
Advocate #1: No! Our leaders must be protected from such negative news. They must hear only of victory!
Advocate #3: Since your medicines have proven inadequate, you will find a more effective method of dealing with this killing heat.
Advocate #2: Solutions, not excuses!
Scientist: As you wish, Advocate.
Advocacy: As we order, scientist!
Suzanne: Without tissue samples, most of this is just educated guessing, but I think I understand how an alien blends with whoever happens to be unfortunate enough to get in its way. It's a combination of osmosis and cell-phase matching. Watch. Through osmosis, alien cells invade the human body. These cells then spread out, seeking human cells that they can bond to. This bonding allows all the genetic information from the individual human cells to communicate to the alien cells.
Harrison: Killing the human cells in the process?
Suzanne: Yes, but apparently not before it absorbs all of the intelligence of the human victim.
Norton: We're talking Night of the Living Dead here, folks. Not only do these guys get to pick our brains; they also get to use our bodies as a perfect disguise.
Ironhorse: I don't call open sores and radiation sickness a perfect disguise. I mean, it's not exactly difficult to spot these things in a crowd.
Harrison: For now, maybe. But it's only a matter of time until they can figure out a better way to protect themselves, to conceal themselves.
Ironhorse:If any more of them are still around.
Advocate #3: Such progress is a positive sign.
Advocate #1: We still... [weakens, struggles to stay alive and strong] We still have so much to do...so little time.
Advocate #2: You have to stay strong! The Advocacy will be severely weak and without the three of us...!
General Wilson: I wonder who the next occupants will be.
Norton:[laughs] Harrison, does that sound suspiciously like an eviction notice to you?
General Wilson: I wouldn't look at it that way, Mr. Drake. All missions eventually come to an end, and that's why I'm here...to thank you all, personally, for a job well done.
Harrison: I'm sorry, General, but the job isn't done!
General Wilson: Well, I'm completely satisfied with everything you've accomplished.
Harrison: We've hardly accomplished a thing.
Suzanne: Uncle Hank, I can't believe you're cutting us off!
General Wilson: Suzanne, your own research suggests the aliens were susceptible to radiation poisoning.
Suzanne: How do you know that? I haven't released that data yet!
Ironhorse: I don't think it takes a scientist to realize that any of those creatures that weren't blown up with their ships have died from radiation poisoning.
Harrison: General, if you shut us down now, you're going to be repeating the same mistake that was made 35 years ago!
General Wilson: On the contrary, the aliens are finished! And now, I suggest you all get on with the rest of your lives.
Harrison: How much of this is your doing, Colonel?
Ironhorse: The General asked me to make reports; I make reports. I'm just doing my job, Doctor.
Harrison: I wish to God you would let me do mine!
Scientist: We still lack an adequate coolant. Liquid nitrogen would be the ideal substance.
Advocate #2: Why are you not producing the substance?
Scientist: We have tried, Advocate. This planet's atmosphere contains ample amounts of the nitrogen element. But converting the nitrogen into a useful form is beyond the scope of the materials we have on hand.
Advocate #2: If you're incapable of manufacturing what we need, then you will acquire it in another way.
Advocate #3: And quickly! Before permanent harm comes to those who are still alive!
Advocate #2: I will not allow submersion into this pool to become our destiny as well!
Advocate #2: After all this time, the suits are finally completed!
Advocate #3: Completed, yes. But completely useless without some form of coolant.
Advocate #2: Our attempt to steal the liquid nitrogen from the rocket facility was at best poorly conceived!
Advocate #3: Desperate times call for desperate measures! My own body temperature has risen to untold levels!
Advocate #2: So has mine! If we cannot survive, who will assume the mantle of the Advocacy? I fear there are not three worthy candidates from among our ranks.
Advocate #3: Then pray that our current attempt at the refrigeration plant meets with success.
Advocate #1: For once, our scientists have accomplished what is expected of them.
Advocate #3: It will be interesting to see if they will rise to the challenge of maintaining their success.
Scientist: Our production of the liquid nitrogen is exceeding your quotas, Advocate.
Advocate #2: Then we will increase the quotas, Commander. Now isn't the time to grow lazy or complacent!
Advocate #1: Have your engineers double their output.
Advocate #3: We have been away from battle for far too long.
Sylvia Van Buren: 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 until I couldn't even remember my name. Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!
Norton: Now, Colonel, what is it that has you so hot and bothered?
Ironhorse: Washington just replied to an inquiry I made, Mr. Drake! It seems that since 1980, the good doctor has had a girlfriend no one knew about. I don't know how the hell we missed that in the security check!
Suzanne: Aren't you blowing this just a little out of proportions, Paul? I mean, if he's got a girlfriend, isn't that his business?
Ironhorse: I'm not talking cheap thrills and Valentine's Day cards, Suzanne! This girlfriend is an important scientist! An important Russian scientist!
Pat Thistle: I just want you both to know...we are God-fearing Christians who have never been in trouble a day in our lives.
Harrison: I'd appreciate it if you just tell me what happened.
Pat Thistle: We were out at our cabin, while we have a cabin on Saturday pond in Maine. We were watching the sun go down, like we do, when, for some reason, we started to walk through...to the woods.
Arnold Thistle: That's where we saw them.
Pat Thistle: There were six of them. We were about to walk over to them when we heard them speak. We've never heard anything like it. It sounded like...I could hear it, but I don't think I could ever describe it. They had this strange thing. It looked almost like one of those old vacuum cleaners from the 30s. And they were...looking around for something.
Ironhorse: How do you know that?
Arnold Thistle: You could tell...by the way they were moving it across the ground.
Harrison: What did they look like?
Pat Thistle: I know this sounds crazy. We've had a lot of time to think about it. It looked like a cross between a giant green frog...and a huge slimy walnut.
Harrison: Quinn, if you have any information about aliens, tell me.
Quinn: Oh, I'll tell you, Harry, but just about one. I'll tell you about one who did not fall to the bacteria in the great invasion, one who was stranded alone 35 long, lonely years on a hostile alien planet...called Earth.
Norton: According to archaeological dating, we know the aliens have visited this planet for the last 2,000 years. They have periodically visited many places on Earth using several different kinds of spaceships. Now the oldest ship that we've encountered was at the Westeskiwin Indian Reservation. This was a walking spaceship, over 600 years old. In this century, we know the aliens arrived on the East Coast of the United States in late October 1938 on a reconnaissance mission. The main invasion force arrived in 1953, as it apparently did around the world. The aliens would have conquered the planet if they had not succumbed to our bacteria. Now the United States Government placed what they thought were the remains of dead aliens into steel drums, and these drums were placed in different dump sites throughout the continental United States. One of the dump sites, a secret facility called Fort Jericho in Northern Nevada, was the first confirmed location of an alien resurrection. There was a large number of steel drums in storage. About half a year ago, a few of these drums accidentally came into contact with radiation. The radiation neutralized the bacteria we thought had killed the aliens, and they came back to life. The aliens searched out their war machines from the invasion of 1953 and mounted a lethal attack.
Suzanne: At this point we can only estimate how many aliens are in the United States, somewhere between 1,000 and 5,000.
Harrison: This number keeps growing. Now we first discovered aliens at the site of what appeared to be a terrorist operation. We were investigating the scene, and we think it started here. Aliens walked the Earth again, and we let them get away. Now we've had contact with a renegade mutant alien named Quinn. He has confirmed our worst suspicions: the aliens' goal is world domination. In four short years, a force of millions of aliens are scheduled to arrive here. So let's see what we're dealing with.
Suzanne: Structurally, they're more like jellyfish than mammals. By examining DNA molecules, it appears that the aliens possess humans using a cell-phase matching technique. The alien cells literally overtake the human cells through osmosis. As a result, they have access to the host body's intelligence, and can control them physically and yet there is no outward way for anyone to know. Physiologically, the aliens have a liquid core which carries neurological information as well as arterial matter. Their stable, upright carriage is supported by a weblike musculature structure.
Harrison: The alien stands between 5½ and 7 feet tall. It has a cyclops eye in the center of its forehead and it is a biped. It's got three fingers, three toes, and three arms. Apparently, it has no skeletal structure per se.
Suzanne: One of the aliens' most remarkable characteristics is their ability to osmose into the human body–actually meld their body into ours. We have footage that was taken by a local news photographer.
Harrison: Aliens have never possessed animals or children. Because of this, we theorize they need a certain minimal mass to occupy. They can be anywhere and they can be anyone: soldiers, waitresses, bikers, the homeless, paramedics–they can take over just about anyone. Once they took over an abandoned town and they stocked it with aliens. They took over an abandoned warehouse where they brought humans for the aliens to possess. The most frightening thing of all: they have absolutely no regard for human life. Not since Nazi Germany has the world witnessed such callous and brutal treatment of human beings. They mutilate and maim. To them, we're an inferior species and they treat us like one. Now we know the alien threat is real...and the future of our planet is depended upon what we accomplish here. Unless we transcend partisanship and we begin to cooperate, we may just as well hand the Earth over to them right now.
Norton: Okay. Here are some examples based on eyewitness reports of the aliens utilizing everyday items to make high-tech tools and devices. There's a report from Canada where kitchen appliances were jury-rigged to make radio receivers and locators. And a story from New Jersey where the aliens were seen using a vacuum cleaner-like device to locate an alien warship buried underground. They've even used their technology to create artwork unlike anything we've ever seen before. We also believe that they can communicate over light-years in a matter of seconds using their make-shift devices. So, as we've seen, the alien technology runs from the lethal to the sublime.
Harrison: The closest that we've ever come to actually examining an alien artifact was in an automated power plant North of San Francisco. The aliens had taken over the facility, brutally killed every single member of the crew, and then had gone on to set up this bizarre device. When I finally found the aliens we'd been looking for, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a device using a logic system far unto ours in every way. It was fascinating. After they'd gone, Dr. McCullough and I went up to examine this strange alien handiwork. But apparently they'd anticipated us, and the device was booby-trapped. Clearly, they do not want anyone to get ahold of their technology.
Harrison: We've been painting a pretty negative picture about our battle with the aliens, but there is a bright side: they can be killed and we're getting pretty efficient at it. One particular incident comes to mind. The aliens had broken into a secure army facility in search of war machines and weapons left over from their earlier invasion. Our intelligence discovered this plan and we wiped them out. What they turn into after they die is the only real indication we have that these were once human beings who are now possessed by aliens. But we can be fooled. As a result of an exothermic reaction, their cells become a horrible broiling mass of decomposing alien and human tissue. They are vulnerable, and so are we. We have already lost a member of our team. We have lost many soldiers in combat, and, of course, all the innocent people. The aliens are deadly and they promise–as their numbers increase and they become more sophisticated–they promise to become even deadlier.