(Somber orchestral music)
(Gasps)
(Soft pensive orchestral music)
(Clattering, banging)
(Panting)
I'm sorry.
(Mouthing) I'm sorry?
(Hissing)
(Sobbing)
(Pensive orchestral music)
- (Glass shattering) - Man: Sir, she's breaking out!
(Man gagging, coughing)
- (Grunts) - (Thuds)
(Energetic chase music)
- Soldier 1: Go, go! - Soldier 2: What are we looking for?
Soldier 1: She jumped over the fence.
(Helicopter whirring)
Soldier 1: She jumped over the fence!
(Flares firing)
- (Helicopter whirring) - (Suspenseful music)
(Train horn blaring)
- (Grunting) - (Thud)
(Helicopters whirring)
A couple of trains came through here
around about the time she escaped.
Do you think she could have gotten this far in that time?
Is she that fast?
She is that fast.
(Playful orchestral music)
Man: And this, too.
- Clerk: $3.10. - Man: Three dollars and 10 cents?
Clerk: Right.
Here's your change.
Man: Thank you.
Clerk: Can [help you?
The total is $17.95.
Here's your card.
Are you gonna buy those?
Porter: Have a nice trip.
Man: It's a brown tweed bag
with leather trim, kind of like a duffel.
Do you see it anywhere?
Porter: No, sir.
The Porter said he was gonna bring it up and put it on the cart.
This is the cart, there's no bag here.
(Train crossing chiming)
(Clicking)
Announcer: Government authorities said
this was the largest earthquake to strike
in the urban area in nearly...
Announcer 2: He's riding greased lightning.
(Laughing)
That was shorty Kincaid.
Enjoy the view.
(Clattering, wood breaking)
Excuse me.
Man on t. V.: We shouldn't be seen together.
Father hasn't been dead more than 48 hours.
Do you think arliss suspects?
Woman on t. V.: No, it's not too soon for us to be together.
(Knocking)
Tickets, please.
Oh, are you traveling by yourself?
What, you're 12?
Someone gonna meet you in Los Angeles?
We'll say that you're 11.
That way you only have to pay half-price.
(Door bangs shut)
(Clanking)
Man: I can't believe our little girl did this.
She's not a little girl.
DNA typing and material found in those wounds
proves it was her.
She could be anywhere,
Chicago, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, anywhere.
We should stop all the trains.
And have the railroad and local police
ask a million questions we can't answer?
We'll put key personnel at every stop along these lines.
I want a team to track her.
Hunt her down.
Good morning, Jill.
Thank you for taking care of my cat.
We'll take very good care of your cat.
I won't be gone for very long.
Take care of yourself.
Bye-bye.
Woman: Are you still having problems with the people at work?
They point their finger at me saying
I'm the weird one, I'm the strange one.
Why, because I have feelings?
'Cause I feel?
There's someone at the door.
(Knocking)
I won't answer that.
Whoever it is, they can come back at the end of the hour.
That's for me.
Sorry, I have to interrupt.
We need your help, Dan.
I know. Uh...
Gotta go.
(Train horn blaring)
(Suspenseful orchestral music)
(Gasping, whimpering)
(Sobbing)
(Crying)
(Screaming)
(Helicopter whirring)
Mr. Fitch will be with you all in just a moment.
Man: Well,
I guess we all must be here for the same reason,
whatever that is.
I'm Dan Smithson.
And I don't know why I'm here either.
But, um, they said they needed me
and that it was very important, so I came.
What do you do, Dan?
Am an empath.
Sometimes they show me awful things
that people have done.
And then I try to tell them why they did it.
What qualifies you for that?
I feel things deeply, that's all.
What am I feeling right now?
You wanna believe that nothing affects you, that...
(Chuckling) You're not afraid of anything.
But you're curious,
just like the rest of us.
(Clears throat) Stephen arden,
Harvard anthropology department.
Expert at cross-cultural behavior.
Laura baker, hi.
Molecular biologist, hi.
And who are you and what do you do?
Preston Lennox.
And if I'm here,
I think the shit has definitely hit the fan.
What exactly is your area of specialty, Mr. Lennox?
Let's just say I'm a freelance solution
to some of our government's problems.
(Chuckling)
And what exactly might they be?
The kind that people don't usually like to talk about.
You hunt people, don't you?
I guess so.
(Knocking)
You in here, honey, it's a little late for t.V...
You in here, honey?
(Distant thunder roaring)
(Screaming)
(Train horn blaring)
(Suspenseful orchestral music)
Good evening.
I'm Xavier Fitch.
I'm in charge of this operation.
Would you sit a little closer, please?
In November of 1974,
a small group from SETI, s-e-t-i,
search for extraterrestrial intelligence,
used the radio dishes at arecibo
to send out a message to whoever might be listening.
They sent about a quarter of a kilobyte,
including structure of human DNA,
map of our solar system,
population of the earth, you know, helpful facts like that.
In January of 1993,
arecibo received a message back
from an extraterrestrial unknown source.
That's great.
Intelligent life beyond this planet?
Fitch: Yes.
There were two distinct communications.
The first message turned out to be
a superior catalyst from methane.
We now have the potential to produce
an infinite amount of energy from this clean-burning fuel.
This convinced us that we were dealing
with a friendly intelligence.
The second message turned out to be a new sequence of DNA
with a rather friendly instructions
on how to combine it with ours.
Here's some technical data on the whole operation.
You can get feedback on it from Dr. Baker here.
Basically, the new combined DNA sequence
was injected into 100 human ova.
We got seven to divide.
Four petered out.
Two were stored in liquid nitrogen.
And we allowed one to grow.
That's its code name there, sil.
That's after two hours.
One day.
Two days.
My god!
Its growth is amazing.
Fitch: It's a week.
- It's a girl. - Yes, I...
We decided to make it female
so that it would be more docile and controllable.
Press: More docile and controllable, huh?
Well, I guess you guys don't get out much.
That's her one month after she was born.
So you kept her caged in there?
We decided it would be safer to keep her in isolation.
She didn't like being locked up like that.
She didn't like being alone like that.
Didn't she?
She's hiding something, something inside.
You're right, Dan.
This is three months after she was born
and you watch carefully.
(Sonic twittering)
What the hell was that?
Back the tape up.
Watch her eyes.
Rapid eye movement, she's dreaming.
(Sonic twittering)
She's having horrible nightmares.
It's some kind of anxiety reaction.
Got me a little anxious.
Well, it made the research team a little anxious, too,
so, the decision was made to terminate the experiment
to run more research so that we could determine
what we were dealing with.
You were going to gas her?
That was the decision.
Dan: It makes you feel mad.
It makes you feel mad you had to kill her, doesn't it?
I don't know.
Wow.
Yes.
Yesterday morning, the body of a transient
was found in a boxcar in a sighting near salt lake city.
Preliminary DNA tests conclude
he was killed by our creation, by our sil.
Have you found any other bodies?
- No, we haven't, not yet. - Dan: You will.
She's a predator.
Her eyes are in front.
Her eyes are in front so she can judge
the distance to her prey.
That's right.
Where'd you learn that fact, Dan?
I saw it on a documentary on the discovery channel.
I caught that show myself.
- Fitch: Mr. Lennox. - Yeah.
As the, urn, well, the non-scientist amongst us,
are you at all clear about what's going on here?
Oh, I think so.
You created a monster
from some kind of formula you got from outer space.
The damn thing got away,
and now you want us to hunt it down and kill it.
Now, is that pretty close?
I guess.
Laura: Wait a minute, you don't want us
to capture her alive so that we can study her?
Laura, I think this is strictly a
search-and-destroy operation.
Nobody ever asked me to find anything they didn't want dead.
I'm sorry for you.
Yeah, well, thank you, Dan.
I'm sorry for her.
Man on P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please?
Welcome to Los Angeles, California.
This is the terminal stop for the desert star.
All passengers, please disembark.
(Fast beat thumping music)
(Chattering, crying)
(Fast beat thumping music)
(Helicopter whirring)
Something bad happened here.
- No shit. - Crushed her larynx.
She was afraid.
She's scared, she's frightened.
Arden: Hungry, too, by the looks of it,
she's been eating like a horse.
Well, our girl is definitely not on a diet.
She must be storing up calories for something.
Any ideas?
Oh, my.
Well, that's a...
That looks like some sort of (clears throat)
Chrysalis, some kind of cocoon.
What are we looking for, a giant moth?
If that is a cocoon, she'll be fully grown now.
Fully grown.
Well, maybe that's how she got by our people.
They were looking for a child.
She is a child.
It stinks in here.
I'm going outside.
Get the conductor's ID and credit card numbers
on your computer.
There's no sign of them on the train.
Let's assume she took them with her.
I'll see to that.
She kills if she feels threatened.
And she has no remorse about it.
None.
Of course, Los Angeles is perfect for her.
It's a city of the future.
Anything goes.
Totally mobile population. Everyone's a stranger.
Very little in this town is taboo or unacceptable.
Whatever she does, no one's going to notice.
Yeah, well, whatever, so...
Los Angeles is where the battle is gonna be fought,
and won.
(Music playing)
Saleswoman: You look very pretty.
Do you have a hundred?
Here we are.
You ought to be more careful with your money.
Not everybody's as honest as me.
Are you foreign?
Do you speak English?
Yes.
Here, you keep this.
Here, let me take this.
Be careful here.
Yes.
(Tires screeching)
Watch your step.
Our laboratory, visitor base one is being moved
two blocks from here to some empty virus research labs
at the university.
They're moving our equipment as we speak.
It'll be operational by eight o'clock.
Check into your rooms.
Everyone out front in 15 minutes.
We'll go on over.
What exactly are we gonna do when we go on over?
Process the evidence we collected on the train.
Couldn't we try growing this creature
with just its own DNA?
We make up a version without including ours this time
so we can investigate its vulnerabilities?
That'd be good.
Then I could know how it feels.
Arden: It makes sense.
This human life form could be a mask.
If we could see it without the camouflage...
You're right, you're right, you're right.
Then at least we'd know what we were dealing with.
(Suspenseful music)
(Screeching, honking)
A couple of bozos just ran out.
I got a customer, call you back.
Yes, young lady, can I help you?
I want a room.
$62, including tax.
That should just about cover the honeymoon suite.
(Crashing)
Hi, come here often?
What's your sign?
Tired of brunette?
Change.
Change the color of your hair.
Color-tress.
Okay, I've just increased the magnification.
When I Pierce the cell, the foreign DNA will be introduced.
(Popping) Shit!
The camera's just gone down. Um...
Excuse me.
Do you have a replacement camera?
We have a standby camera
but it will take some time for the technician
to come by and replace it.
Oh, no, this happens in my lab all the time.
It's a simple operation to replace it.
Are you saying you can do it?
Well, yeah, sure I can.
I just need somebody to give me a hand.
Well, I don't want technicians in there.
This is classified.
I'll do it.
- Man of action, I like that. - That's me.
Can you get that one for me?
Give me the camera.
(Low suspenseful music)
Something's, something's wrong.
Christ, it's started already.
It's started already, get the top back on.
What?
Laura, press, get the top back on.
Here you go.
She must have penetrated the cell
when the camera went down.
(Clattering)
- Press: Shit. - Lau ra: What was that?
He dropped the bolt.
Find the bolt. Get the top back on.
I'm looking, Fitch.
Can they hear me in there?
Laura, press, get the top back on,
then I'm gonna let you out of the room.
Laura: Where'd it go?
Press: I think it fell through the grate.
Fitch: Can you lift up the grate?
Press: It's not gonna move.
Laura: This isn't going anywhere.
Press: No, I can't get it.
Press, you gotta get the bolt out from under the grate!
Press: I can't get to it.
The floor's welded down.
Laura: Oh, my god.
Press, oh, my god, I've never seen anything like this.
Press: Holy shit.
I can't let them out of the room.
Laura: Press, look.
Press: Come on.
Fitch, let us out of here!
Open the goddamn door!
Can't let you out
- until I know what's in there. - Laura: Open the door now!
- You gotta let them out. - I can't do that.
- Press: Open up the fucking door! - Laura: Let us out!
Tell me it's gonna stop growing, Dan. Tell me it's gonna stop growing.
It's not, let them out!
(Banging)
Press: Open up the door!
- Press, press. - (Hissing)
Press: What the fuck is that?
Laura, get to the other door!
Let her out, Fitch!
- I can't let her out, press. - Press: Let her out!
- I can't do that. - Press: You motherfucker!
You fool, would you let her out!
Arden: You've gotta let them out, Fitch!
- Press: I can't hold it in! - Get out of the way!
I'm gonna burn it! Get out of the way!
(Blasting) (Screaming)
Press: What is this thing?
Guys, it's grown in two minutes.
I'll have to burn the whole room.
I have to, I have to burn the whole room.
You got less than two minutes to kill the thing.
Disconnect the gas line in the isolation box.
Use it as a flamethrower.
(Bursting)
(Clamoring)
Press: Laura, watch out!
Where did it go?
Laura: It's in the pipe.
- Open the door! - Shut up, Dan!
(Electricity crackling)
Voice: One minute remaining.
Press: Laura, it stopped moving.
I think I killed it.
It's dead, open the door.
It's dead, Fitch, let them out.
Oh, god, it's not dead.
Laura: What are we gonna do?
Voice: 30 seconds remaining.
Press: There's not much time.
- We gotta get out of here. - Open the door!
You gotta let them out.
I can't do that, it might escape.
- I have to follow protocol. - What protocol?
The protocols by which we're running these experiments.
You didn't tell them that before they went in there.
- Fitch, let them out. - Voice: 12, 11, 10.
- Fitch, let them out! - I have to follow protocol.
Let them out, Fitch!
Go, get out of there!
Voice: Three, two, one.
I hope you realize that I had no choice.
Yeah, sure.
The protocol is to burn the room in two minutes
if anything went wrong.
(T.v. Playing in background)
Where's a good place to find a man?
Well, there's plenty of guys at the ID around the corner.
It's a club.
You won't have any trouble meeting somebody there.
Thank you.
You can't miss it, just look for the long line.
Oh, hey, I need your credit card
for room incidentals, long distance calls,
damage to the room and so forth.
Credit card?
Zip zap?
Plastic, American express, visa, mastercard?
There you go.
Thanks, all right.
Thank you.
Oh, hey, wait a minute, hey, hey.
You don't want this falling into the wrong hands.
Announcer: Here's Justin crawl,
holes it in, hit shot comes through
- and it's covered by the... - (Phone rings)
Yeah?
The conductor's stolen credit card
has turned up at a motel in Hollywood.
The Van's out front, let's go.
(Tires screeching)
You two.
Enjoy yourselves.
You, legs, you're in, go on.
(Upbeat party music)
Hey, hey, where are you from?
- I'm foreign. - You're what?
- I'm foreign. - Foreign, really?
Oh, ho, easy, easy.
I've got a party to go to and no one to take me.
I'll take you.
- Woman: You will? - Man: Yeah.
Okay, I'm going to go to the little girls' room.
You wait right here.
I'll be right back.
Man: I'll be right here.
Whatever it takes, right?
Hey, all's fair in love and war.
(Chuckling)
(Crashing) (Yelping)
(Screaming) (Upbeat party music)
Press: Can't see much on that.
Get this tape back to the lab, enhance it.
Let's see if we can get a better look at her.
She looks nice.
Do you have any idea where she went?
I'll find her.
Clerk: She wanted to know where she could meet a man.
I sort of mentioned, suggested a club called the ID
around the corner.
Get the tape.
(Upbeat party music)
I've got a party to go to and no one to take me.
Where is this party?
I don't know.
(Screaming)
(Helicopter whirring) (Tires screeching)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can't park there.
Back that out.
No, you can't go in there.
Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here?
(Door banging open)
(Car engine starting)
Woman: There's a murderer in the club!
Nobody leaves the club, and I mean, nobody!
(Helicopter whirring)
There's always some action in this part of town.
(Music playing in car)
Press: Blue-eyed blonde.
Black leggings, pink sweater, five-foot, 10 inches tall.
Who'd she leave with?
Blue eyed blonde leaves with a guy, it's hardly news around here.
Just name the top attractions, the regulars, no losers.
You should assume he's socially adept.
He'll be helping her out...
We're looking for a friendly guy, not a total asshole.
Bouncer: I'm thinking, I'm thinking.
Robbie left with a blonde.
Dan: That's him.
That's him.
Come on, let me show you the rest of the house.
Oh, I'm still sweaty from that place.
It's so crowded.
Like it?
Yes.
I feel like a shower.
You want one?
Tell you what.
I'm gonna take one.
You wanna get in and take one later?
No problem.
Take off your clothes.
I want to see you.
Very nice.
Can you drive me back?
What are you talking about?
You knew what we came here for.
I've changed my mind.
All right, you said no.
It's duly noted.
- Come here. - I said I wanna go.
Too late, babe. You're not leaving.
I said you're not leaving.
- All right. - That's better.
(Mellow suspenseful music)
(Muffled grunting)
(Bursting)
(Showering)
(Soft suspenseful music)
(Suspenseful music)
What's happening?
Kills a girl at the club, comes home with this guy
and kills him.
Well, I'd say she fits the classic definition
of a psychopath.
She's got nothing to inhibit her.
No moral sense, no social structure.
She wasn't exactly smothered with a mother's love
or taught good manners, you know what I mean?
Fitch: [Asked what was happening.
He did something to her, she was angry.
She'll kill if she feels threatened.
Shefllkhlanyone that gets in her way.
Gets in her way of what?
La ura: Her life cycle.
I think she's trying to mate.
Reproduce.
Okay.
So why did she kill the girl at the club?
Sexual competition.
She's pretty hard on the competition.
And now she's managed to mate.
It doesn't look like a successful mating to me.
He's still got his pants on.
She's frustrated.
Who isn't?
What is her problem? He was here, she was here.
Laura: All right, maybe she rejected him.
She probably has some special kind of senses.
Rats can sense diseased or genetic damage
in their potential mates,
so we can test his body for any hereditary diseases,
any defects that would have made him a loser, essentially.
Needles.
Maybe he was some kind of a doper, or diabetic.
Yeah, well, either way would make him unacceptable.
Excuse me.
All right.
Insulin, diabetic, there you have it.
She could have just walked out. Why did she have to kill him?
Well, I guess he pissed her off.
Some men don't like to be rejected.
They get insistent.
Put an apb out on this guy's car.
Press: It's already happened.
We'll go back to the motel.
I wanna check it out thoroughly.
More docile and controllable, huh, Fitch?
What do you think, Dan?
What do I think?
I think she'd wanna be alone right now.
I don't think she's gonna wanna come here
with all these cars lined up out front.
Well, you are assuming
that she could find her way back here.
- Dan: She could. - What is it?
Maybe menstrual blood.
If she's menstruating, she's definitely
capable of reproduction.
Yes, I know.
(Loud ominous music)
(Panting)
(Car engine starting)
(Music playing on radio)
(Car sputtering, dies)
(Boy whistling)
(Tires screeching)
(Crashing) (Glass shattering)
(Tires screeching)
Oh, Jesus. Excuse me.
Man: Calla paramedic. Anybody got a phone?
Man on radio: If your homeward commute takes you
westbound on the Santa Monica 10 freeway,
expect delays of up to one hour.
The homeward drive is going to be slow
for people who are heading to Malibu, pch is...
(Beeping)
Fitch: The video enhancement is not all that great.
Arden: How old do you think she is?
20, 23?
Her reproductive system should be fully developed.
Her biological clock must be in hyperdrive.
She wants to have a baby.
Arden: Well, if she manages to have a child,
our problems have just started.
If her offspring's male
and it develops at the same accelerated rate as sil,
it could be capable of reproduction
in less than six months.
God knows how many females it could impregnate.
Fitch.
You see, when a predatory species is introduced
into a closed ecological system,
the extinction of the weaker species is inevitable.
They found the murdered guy's BMW.
It ran out of gas in Santa Monica.
And what is her name?
I don't know her name.
So who are you?
You know, she didn't have any ID on her
so I just thought I'd come by to make sure she was okay.
Nurse: Do you think she's got insurance?
I don't know.
Here, just put it on my credit card for the time being.
And you don't know her name.
Guys like you are hard to find.
Get a lab workup on that, stat.
Arrange to get her up to X-ray. I want an X-ray on this.
It looks like a scapula fracture.
Doctor: Your shoulder...
What's going on here?
Woman: Doctor, we need you immediately.
A child burn victim just came in.
What is going on here?
- Doctor, please. - Jesus Christ!
Did you see her shoulder?
Doctor, please, we need you immediately.
(Suspenseful music)
You're okay.
I'm okay.
Well, I was sure you were seriously injured.
I'm okay.
You are, it's a miracle.
Can we go?
Did the doctor say you could go?
Yes.
Yeah, we'll look at it, we'll send somebody over there.
Thanks a lot.
A report's come in.
Doctor over at parkbay hospital called in with some weird story.
We should check it out. It's only a couple of miles from here.
Laura, press, take a car, check it out.
- Parkbay hospital? - Yeah, parkbay.
She walked.
She walked that way, not too long ago.
Got some fruit and cheese here.
What is that?
What, do you mean the hot tub?
A hot tub.
I love this place.
It's away from the traffic and the business
and all the people.
Sometimes it feels like you're not in la. Anymore.
Here.
We'll immortalize the moment.
(Beeping)
Look at the camera.
(Camera clicks)
(Gasping)
Doctor: This girl literally reformed her bone structure.
It's her.
Who checked her in?
I don't know, let's find out.
She had no insurance, so this guy
put it on his own credit card.
Here's the file.
John f. Carey.
You haven't got a driver's license, home address,
social security number, anything like that?
Nurse: No, sir.
I only got an imprint of his credit card.
That's the only information I have.
Can you give us a printout of whatever you've got?
No problem.
Some candy?
(Keyboard keys clicking)
All right, it's an address in the palisades
and he's got a phone number.
Tell Fitch where we're headed,
and try to get John Carey on the line.
(Tires screeching)
- (Opera music) - (Hot tub water gurgling)
(Phone ringing)
I better get the phone.
I've got his machine. Should I leave a message?
Yeah.
Tell him he's about to copulate with a creature from outer space.
(Laughing)
- Copulate, huh? - Yeah.
- I like you. - I know.
It's not too soon for us to be together.
No, it's not too soon.
You don't need these.
Hey, hey, that's a little fast.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(Laughing)
What's the matter?
Take it easy.
Just relax.
There's plenty of time.
(Door knob clicking)
What is it?
Oh, no, I think someone's at the door.
Don't go.
Please, I want a baby.
What? Excuse me?
(Guiping) (Splashing)
Let's go around the side.
(Hissing)
- (Gasping) - (Growling)
(Grunting)
(Mouthing) Outside.
(Gasps)
(Suspenseful orchestral music)
(Muted growling)
- (Squeaking) - (Screaming)
What happened?
A squirrel, it was a fucking squirrel.
She was here.
Yeah, she was.
I wanna make sure she's not still here.
(Helicopter whirring)
(Low growling)
Arden: Perhaps we should check the body
for any evidence that they've had sex.
Dan: I used to be scared at the sight of blood.
Now I guess I'm getting used to it.
Oh, yes.
(Car alarm chirps)
(Car door shuts)
- Hey! - You gotta help me, please.
Oh, my god, what's the matter?
We found this in the living room.
She liked him.
Well, not enough.
Can't see any more on that than we did on the video monitor.
Fitch: He didn't get a very good picture of her, did he?
Criminologist says there's no evidence
of semen in the hot tub water.
Oh, maybe she took it with.
So she probably hasn't managed to mate.
We... we interrupted her.
Yes, I think we did.
Give me something I can use.
What have you come up with lately, Fitch?
She's not scared of us.
That's for sure.
We're all beat.
We'll go back to the hotel, get some rest.
Tomorrow night, we'll go back to the club.
- Stake it out. - Sil: Stake it out.
Ah, she's not stupid.
She's not gonna repeat herself.
There's no point in going back there.
It provided such a poor specimen.
I'm not so sure.
Look, she's been in the city two days.
It's what she knows.
And I'd rather try the club than sit around
the command center reminiscing about how close we got.
She would make one excellent biological weapon.
If someone out there thought
we were some kind of galactic weed
that was going to spread through the universe.
So what you're saying is that
she's the cure and we're the disease.
- That's well said. - (Chuckling)
Baker, Laura.
1735 meander drive, simi valley, California.
That's you, right?
Last time I checked.
What do you do for kicks out there in simi valley?
Oh, pine for guys like you.
That's what I thought. (Laughing)
So, anyone hungry?
No, thanks, I'm beat.
I'm just gonna try to get some sleep.
Good night.
Yeah, night.
I'll have something to eat with you.
Thanks, Dan.
(Ominous music)
(Electricity crackling)
(Gasping)
(Whimpering)
Do you ever have nightmares?
Yes.
Please untie my hands.
I wouldn't hurt you, please.
I have them.
I think they tell me who I am.
Why are you doing this to me?
I don't know why I'm here.
I don't know who I am, who sent me.
-Do you?
- Why do you think you're here? - I don't know.
Please let me go, please, please let me go.
Iwouldn't hurt you.
I promise.
- I wouldn't hurt you. - Yes, you would.
You just don't know it yet.
No, I wouldn't.
Please. (Sobbing)
My hands are hurting me.
Thank you. Thank you.
(Whimpering)
Oh, my god!
- (Sobbing) - (Clinks)
No, stop. (Sobbing)
Oh, my god.
No! (Screams)
(Pensive orchestral music)
(Birds chirping)
(Tires screeching)
(Splashing)
(Upbeat party music)
Dan: Laura and press, they like each other.
They just don't like to show how they feel, you know?
What?
Laura and press, they like each other.
Arden: Yeah, whatever you say, Dan.
Look, it's really smoky in here.
I'm gonna go outside, get a bit of air.
Think I'll lie down in the back of the Van, have a rest.
This is a complete waste of time.
You get a feeling you're on a wild goose chase?
Yeah.
Excuse me.
(Suspenseful music)
- (Yells) - (Clattering)
Bum: Get out of here. This is our trashcan.
It's you.
She's here!
(Car engine starting)
- Dan, is that her? - Yeah, here.
(Crashing)
Fitch: Get in the Van!
(Crashing)
Fitch: Everybody get in the Van!
(Tires screeching)
(Crashing)
They're heading into the hills.
We'll need the helicopters.
(Helicopters whirring)
(Tires screeching)
Yeah, we 're going up, uh, Nichols canyon.
One of you try to block her at Mulholland.
(Helicopters whirring)
(Tires screeching)
- (Splashing) - (Whimpering)
La ura: Watch it!
(Woman whimpering)
(Screaming)
(Explosion)
Oh, my god!
(Helicopters whirring)
(Missiles firing)
(Explosions)
- (Horns honking) - (Sirens blaring)
We blocked the road in both directions.
The press is going apeshit. We gotta tell them something.
Well, you tell them what you want,
you just don't tell them the truth.
I don't buy her showing up at the club like that.
It's too damn convenient.
Well, seeing is believing, or don't you trust your own eyes?
Get back.
Get all these people back.
Fitch, Fitch, it doesn't feel right.
Sir!
We found what looks like a severed thumb
in the pocket of one of the doors that got ripped off.
Let me see that.
She may have caught it in the door trying to get out.
We'll get it over to the lab.
If it's hers, it'll check out.
It'll be genetically identifiable.
It's all over, everyone.
Tomorrow, you can go back to your lives.
Congratulations on a job well done.
Just like that, huh, Fitch?
I don't think so.
(Phone ringing)
[Woman's voice recording] Hi, sharp boys.
Leave me a message, okay?
And frank, I'm going to dinner.
Where are we meeting?
Bye, sweetie.
Waite r.
Well, I guess we won.
We won, science lost.
I didn't think we'd get her this way.
Not that easy.
You sound like you're going to miss her.
Press: Yeah, well, I guess I will.
I think I respected her.
Look, I know this has been a hellish job, you know,
but I've... I've really enjoyed working with you three.
And seeing as uncle Sam is buying the drinks,
why don't we have another round? Hmm?
Waiter!
I don't, I don't drink, arden.
Don't worry, Dan, tonight you will.
You wanna dance?
Who, me?
Yeah, you.
- All right. - (Laughs) Okay.
D if you don't know me by now
d if you don't know me by now
d you will never never never know me
fl you'll never know
I know you don't have a family.
So do you have a girlfriend in New York?
I guess I've had a few,
but they don't hang around very long.
I guess I keep too many secrets.
You wanna share one with me?
- Right now? - Mm-hmm.
Well, I know what you do, and it doesn't scare me.
-Really?
Well, it does most people.
I wouldn't wanna never see you again.
- Hey! - (Glasses clattering)
I'm s o r ry, I'm 5 o r ry
I thought you were somebody else.
I'm sorry.
You okay?
I thought it was her, I thought it was sil.
I saw the blonde hair.
Laura: She's dead, press.
The tests on the thumb proved it was her.
Yeah, well, you got your test and I got my gut.
And I just don't buy it.
Well, you wanna know what I think?
I think as long as you feel that she's out there,
you got a mission.
And maybe you don't want this job to be over.
Uh-huh. Well, maybe not.
So what?
Thanks for the dance.
Good night.
What do you call this?
It's called a long island iced tea.
It's got tea in it?
Nope.
(Laughing)
Smells nice, can I try some?
Help yourself.
Does it work on your boyfriend?
Yeah, as a repellent.
I don't know.
I think he's in remarkably good shape for a man his age.
One long island iced tea.
I like these cup... These cups of tea.
(Chuckling)
What?
That's great.
What? What?
(Chuckling)
I like these cups of tea, man.
You guys, I'm tired.
I'm gonna go to bed.
She's going to bed.
I guess.
She still
wants to see you, though.
Maybe I'll go find out if you're right about that.
(Suspenseful music)
I'd hate to be in one of these things during an earthquake.
Yeah.
What floor do you want?
10, please.
I like your perfume.
You do?
Thank you.
Excuse me, I get out here.
Good night.
(Knocking)
Yes!
(Suspenseful orchestral music)
Did you want something?
Maybe.
Maybe?
(Thuds)
(Laughing)
(Thud) (Laughing)
(Keys clinking)
(Knocking) Housekeeping.
Dan.
Those two over there.
Bet they like unusual men like us.
Da n: Women think I'm strange.
I don't feel well.
Don't be silly.
Just go over there and talk to 'em.
I have to go.
And I think you should leave with me, okay?
I'm gonna stay for a while, actually.
Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
(Knocking) Housekeeping.
(Suspenseful music)
(Muffled laughing)
I couldn't help noticing sitting over there,
you know, I was wondering what two very intelligent,
glamorous-looking women were doing without dates.
My name's Stephen arden, by the way.
I teach comparative anthropology at Harvard.
- I lived in Boston once. - Yeah?
For a year.
Froze my butt off.
I like it cold in Boston.
This is bill and Tony.
I forget your name.
Nice socks.
(Laughing)
Stand up.
Whoo!
(Electricity crackling)
(Pensive orchestral music)
How'd you get in here?
- I stole the key. - What?
I saw you downstairs, but you were with all those people.
So I thought I'd come up and wait.
Well...
This kind of thing doesn't usually happen to me.
- I just want to be with you. - Huh?
Oh, yes.
(Chuckling)
(Flhud)
What about protection?
(Electricity crackling)
(Moaning, panting)
(Electricity crackling)
(Suspenseful orchestral music)
(Electricity crackling)
She's here, she's here.
(Electricity crackling)
(Knocking)
- Press? - Hmm?
Someone's at the door.
(Knocking)
Who's there?
Press, Laura.
It's Dan, I gotta talk to you.
Oh Christ, what does he want?
What's the problem, Dan?
I just got this terrible feeling.
I just get this strange thought,
you know, this image of si! With arden.
Sil's next door to arden, press.
No, no, no, no. She's dead, Dan.
You don't understand. I got a little upset,
so I went to his room and there's somebody
in his room with him.
Did you knock on the door?
I knocked on the door, but I don't know what she'll do to him, you know.
All I know is they're making a lot of noise.
They're having sex.
And I know it's sil, press.
I know it's sil, I know it!
Okay, I believe you.
I'm gonna get dressed.
(Electricity crackling)
(Moaning)
Oh, my god.
Well, I enjoyed that immensely.
I felt it.
What?
It's started.
What's started?
Life.
(Chuckling) Oh, my darling girl.
I know in some cultures, women believe
they know the exact moment of conception.
- But really (chuckles). - Don't you believe me?
Feel.
Holy shit.
- (Screaming) - (Growling)
I hope you're right about this, Dan.
(Banging) (Shattering)
(Gunfire)
She's headed for the basement.
Take the stairs.
Laura, come with me.
Come on!
If she's pregnant, we gotta get to her
before she gives birth.
God, we don't know what we're dealing with here.
She could have a dozen babies.
She could lay 1,000 eggs.
Oh, god.
Did you see arden?
Yeah, I did, that poor bastard.
They can make it, we have a trap.
The fire doors can only be opened from the inside
of the bottom exit.
Then what?
- Holy shit. - Oh, my god.
The bitch went right through a steel door.
Fitch, Dan, we're in the garage!
She got past us!
(Gunfire) (Glass shattering)
You saw her?
She was gone before we got here.
Here.
You saw her?
Look at the door.
- Which way did she go? - I don't know.
Where's press?
He took off down that tunnel.
(Screaming in distance)
She kills if she feels threatened.
(Loud clatter)
She must have come through here.
(Ominous music)
Press: She went down here, there's no other way.
Yeah, she's down there.
Let's go.
Stand back, I'll clear it out.
(Flames roaring)
Which way do you think she went, Dan?
- I don't know. - What?
I'm not sure. She's here.
Think about it, for Christ's sake.
You're supposed to have some extrasensory powers
that can tell us all which way did she go.
Which way did she go, Dan?
Which way did she go?
- I don't know, I don't know. - Where did she go?
She went that way.
- You think? - That's good enough for me.
You think she went that way?
You don't fucking know, do you? You don't fucking know.
I'm going this way. You come with me.
Come with me, Dan!
Fitch.
I think she went this way.
(Water gurgling)
Dan?
(Water gurgling)
- (Bursting) - (Yeiping)
Fitch, Fitch!
Dan?
What happened?
(Gasping)
I can feel her.
She's that way.
I never thought I'd want to kill something.
Never thought I'd want to kill something.
(Low growling)
(Suspenseful music)
Hey.
It's this way.
It's back here.
- (Screaming) - (Splashing)
Hey, she went in here.
This must have opened up during the earthquake.
Okay, stand back.
(Fire roaring)
(Growling)
(Fire roaring)
(Shrill crying)
(Fire roaring)
Press: Wow!
Laura: Is that oil?
Press: Looks like it.
I'm gonna go on back through there
and see if I can flush her out.
If she comes back through here, let her have it.
Laura: Dan, Dan!
Laura: (Whispering) Dan, what is it?
(Whispering) I don't know. I don't know.
(Baby cooing)
(Rat squeaking)
Dan.
(Grunting)
Okay.
It's okay.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
You come here.
What? Come on, I got you.
(Yeiping) Flhud)
Press, something's happened to Dan!
You okay?
(Splashing)
Shit!
Dan?
I'm stuck!
Press!
[Need your help, I'm stuck!
(Growling)
(Flames roaring)
(Yeiping)
(Growling)
Press!
Dan, you've got to hang on.
Press!
Dan, hang on.
(Growling) (Grunting)
(Coughing)
Press!
(Grunting)
(Grunting) (Knife clanking)
- Shit! - (Hissing)
Laura: Dan, hang on!
(Growling) (Firing)
(Screaming)
Hang on, Dan.
Hang on.
Laura, you okay?
I got you.
I got you, Dan, hang on.
Oh, shit.
(Roaring)
(Screaming)
Press: Hang on!
Hang on, Dan!
Laura: Get rid of her, press!
Duck your head!
Let go, you motherfucker.
(Grenade firing)
I got you, hold on, I got you.
Oh, shit.
(Splashing)
I thought I was dead.
I thought you'd drank your last
long island iced tea there, Dan.
Laura: Yeah, I thought we all had.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
My pants are a little messed up.
But I'm okay.
Laura: She was half us, half something else.
I wonder which was the predatory half.
The dead half.
Let's get the hell out of here.
(Somber orchestral music)
(Sighing)
I never thought I'd be so happy to be back in a sewer.
(Squeaking)
(Suspenseful music)
(Somber orchestral music)