Body Snatchers

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Where do I begin?

I guess with the idea that sometimes

things happen that we don't understand.

Maybe we shouldn't try to.

My dad had been assigned to inspect

the military southern sector of the EPA.

My stepmother, my half-brother and I

spent two months on the road with him.

It's hard being in a car with a 6-year-old

and the woman who replaced your mom.

But nobody asked me what I wanted

to do that summer.

I guess things do happen for a reason...

...even if you don't like what that reason is.

Come on.

Fill it up.

- You got a rest room?

- It ain't great, but we've got one.

- Not the "big old fat" part.

- Which part?

- Can I have a soda?

- No.

- I see you're from Washington, D.C.

- That's right.

Long way from home.

You're bad. You're bad.

You're scared.

Good.

They're out there.

They're everywhere!

They get you when you sleep.

They get you when you sleep, you hear?

Get out, or you'll be next!

Dad! Dad!

There's a psycho in there!

- In the bathroom?

- He's got a knife!

Sweetheart?

Maybe you should let him go in first.

He's got a gun.

Maybe you'd better come back here, honey.

There's nothing here.

There's no one in there.

You okay?

No one's there?

Marti, are you okay?

Are you all right? What did he want?

Maybe we should file a police report.

"They get you when you sleep."

I remember thinking he was crazy...

...but I also remember thinking

we spend half our lives asleep.

'Morning, sir.

I'm Steve Malone. I'm with the EPA.

General Platt's expecting us.

One moment.

Follow the signs to Sector C.

I got it.

Fifty-nine. There are three doors,

so it should be...

Let's see. It's this...

How'd you know that?

He's so smart. This kid of ours is so smart.

How'd you know it was that door?

Tie your shoelaces.

I'll do it.

Are you sure this is the right door?

This is it?

Great.

Andy, come on. Help me unload the car.

Come on, I'm going to get there

before you do.

Andy, honey, slow down.

There are only two bedrooms.

You've got to share with your brother then.

Steve, can you give me a hand up here?

Don't work too hard.

If we'd known what was waiting for us,

we would've run.

But, in the end, it had to happen.

And so it began.

- This is a restricted area, miss.

- What?

You shouldn't be here

without security clearance.

What's up?

Get in the car.

I'm Jenn.

Marti.

Thanks for picking me up.

No problem. They're d*cks.

What was that all about?

God knows. They always have

a bug up their ass. Ignore them.

So what heinous misfortune

brings you here?

A month in hell with my dad and his wife.

He's with the EPA.

EPA, cool! Hippies saving the planet.

Look at those goons.

They actually volunteered for this crap.

Can you believe it?

What are you doing here?

Not much.

My dad runs the place.

He does?

Mom? There's somebody here.

Look at this sh*t.

This is why my dad's an insomniac.

He's afraid she'll burn the house down

in her sleep.

Mom, this is Marti. Marti, my mom.

Vodka. Want some?

Mom's an alcoholic.

The experts say that means I'll be one too.

Let's go. Come on.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Platt.

And I don't know what's wrong

with the kids.

They treat me like I'm some stranger

rather than their father.

Why are you here?

What do you want?

You're young, but you're old.

Steve, you're going to get a mucho kiss.

Time for your mucho.

Carol doesn't like mucho kisses.

- Hi, honey.

- Did we wake you?

- Sorry.

- What's wrong?

I had a nightmare.

Come here. I'll give you a kiss

and a big hug.

A bad dream can't hurt you.

Everybody has bad dreams, honey.

It's okay.

It's okay. Come on,

I'll take you back to bed.

What the hell was that?

Have you ever been in the military?

No, General.

Then you know absolutely nothing about

biological and chemical warfare, do you?

It seems to me...

...that it'd be a lot more dangerous

to move this stuff around...

...than to leave it where it is.

If these chemicals are safely stored,

you have nothing to worry about.

I have nothing to worry about?

Explain that.

Come in here, Captain.

Yes, sir.

Escort Dr. Malone around the base.

Show him what he needs to see.

Let him take samples and run tests.

Then do whatever you have to

to expedite his departure.

Mr. Malone?

Good afternoon, sir.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah.

Can you give us some space?

I want to talk to him.

I'm Major Collins,

head of the base medical corps.

Hold on.

I wanted to meet you...

...and extend my cooperation

to you personally.

Thank you.

I'm very interested in the effects exposure

to these chemicals can have on people.

Effects?

You got a lot of chemicals on this base.

They're all pretty toxic.

Effects? Physically,

they could be devastating.

Not physically. I'm referring

to psychological effects.

I'm not following you.

Can they affect brain patterns?

Can they interfere with

chemo-neurological processes?

Can they foster psychoses, paranoias...

...narcophobias?

I'm a chemist, not a psychiatrist.

I don't know.

Simply...

...can they alter one's view of reality?

Let me be frank.

I'm seeing people at the infirmary...

...who are exhibiting...

...extreme delusional fixations.

People...

...afraid to sleep.

People afraid to...

...deal with family members.

Afraid of them.

Exhibiting...

...paranoia about others...

...about other people's identities.

People afraid of themselves.

Suddenly, I got a camp full

of very displaced people.

I don't know what you're seeing,

but it's not the PCBs.

That phenomenon is not

part of the symptomology.

Keep me up to date on your research.

I'm worried about these... people.

Better take a vacation, Doc.

We have equipment for Dr. Malone.

Come in.

What are you doing in there?

Delivering the boxes.

Are you through?

Good.

Very good.

Good work.

Very good work.

Very good.

Okay, all done?

Everyone hold your picture up.

Very good.

Good.

Very good.

"When it's over, let's do it again."

Hey, little man!

Hey, little man!

- What are you doing?

- Running away.

What are you running from?

The bad people.

The bad people?

Come, we'll take you home.

- Your folks in the military?

- No.

Sector C, Petey.

There's my bike!

That's your bike? Okay, pull it over.

Sure this is the house?

What's going on?

Found him wandering around.

We figured he was lost.

You should be in day care.

I hate that place.

What happened?

They all had the same pictures.

They tried to make me go to sleep.

Tried to make me go to sleep.

Sorry to have troubled you.

No trouble.

What're you doing home?

Are you an MP, or something?

No, I'm a chopper pilot.

Thanks for bringing him home.

Maybe I'll see you around.

Where?

Top Gun? It's on Route 8.

It's the only club around.

Name's Tim.

Marti.

- No problem at all.

- Thanks.

Take care.

- Thank you.

- No problem.

Appreciate it.

Thanks very much.

All right. Take care.

- Say, "Thank you."

- Thank you.

What's this about, "The kids don't

like me?" How could they not?

He's the new kid.

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