Harbinger Down Page #3

If you can't have the credit, no one can.

- Is that it?

- That's bullshit.

You think she carried a man's

corpse up those stairs?

Maybe you helped her.

You're the brawns, she's the brains.

You conniving b*tch!

- Have you lost your mind?

- Get your hands off me!

If she said she didn't move it,

she didn't move it.

Maybe he did it.

Maybe he got up and walked away

by himself. F*** you!

You throw one more tantrum

and I'll bite your goddamn nose off.

Got that?

All hands, front and center. Now. Now.

Listen up.

Where's Svet?

Listen, we got a little problem. That body

we found in the wreckage, it's gone.

Gone?

Now, I don't know if anybody's

trying to be funny.

Why you gonna look at me?

I'm not gonna be touching

some dead Commie.

Why don't you go ask Roland? Probably

gets lonely down in that engine room.

- That's a creepy ass dude if you ask me.

- I'm not accusing anyone.

Yes, you are, Graff.

You're always accusing me of something!

I'm not accusing anyone!

Stephen, what are you doing?

Are you okay?

Can't breathe.

Come on. Come on, let's get you inside.

Okay, I'm gonna get help. Hang tight.

- Stephen's sick. He won't come in.

- What?

Stephen, calm down!

Help me!

Take him. Let's go.

Atka, get the med kit!

- Ronelle, wet rag!

- Okay, I got it!

Let's go.

He's burning!

Oh, God!

- What the hell just happened?

- This is because of our spaceman?

Way to go, genius. Way to put on

that thinking cap. Way to go.

- Of course, it's our spaceman.

- What is it with you? It's a question.

All right, calm down, calm down.

She's gonna tell us what we need to know.

You're gonna tell us, Sadie, right?

There seems to be...

an organism on this ship.

No sh*t, considering we were all

in its goddamn splash zone.

How did it do that to Stephen?

I don't know.

There's some parasites that...

produce chemicals that liquefy

the bodies of their hosts.

Aipaloovik...

Devourer of Sailors.

I knew this was gonna go bad, but you

just had to bring it on board, didn't you?

I put this on you.

You and this voodoo bullshit!

Back off, Dock! You thought

it was a Japanese sea mine!

- Right now, I wish it was!

- I don't know!

I don't know what it is.

But I know that it went

from the dead pilot to Stephen.

And the answer...

to the question

that nobody wants to ask...

is yes.

We've all been exposed.

Some of us more than others.

F*** you.

I'm clean.

We all saw that thing glob together

and go down the drain.

All right, we've been exposed.

Anything that happens

to the rest of you is on me.

We're heading for Dutch Harbor.

Screw the weather.

We'll be quarantined, but at least

we'll have medical attention.

I need to run some tests.

- Yeah.

- I want to stick with Sadie.

The liquid nitrogen's

all we got as a weapon.

I want you here on that hose.

Atka. Atka!

We gotta get those engines started.

We'll go check on Roland.

Let's heat them up.

- It's still alive.

- Ugly little f***ers.

Why do they need to generate

that much heat?

Maybe first order of business

is to kill the brain of the host.

Let's see if they have a threat response.

Link and they become a solid.

Unlink and they act as a liquid.

That kind of energy

requires a food source.

You talking about us?

Roland?

Atka.

What the hell could bend steel like that?

What's all that mean?

It's showing the DNA

of more than one species.

The test is no good?

Seawater carries the DNA

of everything that lives and dies

in it, from bacteria on up.

These things have been basking

in a DNA soup for who knows how long.

They've absorbed the genetic codes

of hundreds of species.

If they can be a liquid or a solid

they can replace the host's blood,

- muscles, its skeleton.

- And even reprogram its DNA.

You have guts to freeze any one of us?

Yeah. I guess I do.

Then why don't you have

your hands on that nozzle?

No one's freezing my ass.

I can tell you that much.

We're gonna need a bigger bucket.

That thing was big enough

to overpower Atka.

And strong enough

to bend that drive shaft.

That means we're going nowhere!

If it got Atka, it's gonna get bigger.

It can change shape from liquid

to solid and back again.

It can take whatever form it wants.

We'd better ice that thing

before it realizes...

that a lot of these bulkheads

are not water tight.

How smart do you think it is?

Pretty f***in' smart.

Battery back up will only last

a couple of hours.

The wheelhouse

is on it's own private source.

If they killed the power,

it's still in the engine room.

It's where the generator is.

Okay, we need to upgrade

this bucket system.

Liquid nitrogen

in a pressurized scuba tank.

Tubes, trigger, pretty simple.

- Is it safe to operate?

- I'll get back to you on that.

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Stop.

Ready. Go!

Hold off, hold off!

We got it.

Help! Help! She's gone crazy!

Help! Help! Help, guys!

I don't know what to do!

I tried to stop her!

- What the hell are you doing, Svet?

- He's infected.

No, I'm not, goddammit! She hates me.

- What makes you sure he's infected?

- He's sweating.

Of course, I was sweating!

This b*tch freaks me out! Please, Big G.

This isn't gonna happen, Svet.

He's infected! He's a risk to all of us.

- You don't know that about any of us.

- Please, Graff. Please!

I'm sorry, G. I know he was your friend.

- I got the knife! I got it.

- Hey! Hey!

Everybody back in the hole.

Did it have to be fire?

Freeze melts. Fire is forever.

What are you really here for?

No answer?

Explain this.

That's some pretty fancy gack

for a crabbing trip.

This is military communications gear.

What are you doing with it?

What the hell.

This is almost over with anyway.

You're right, Captain.

I'm not here for crabs.

- She's here for the wreckage.

- What?

You're a Russian agent?

Sounds so...

Cold War.

We're called "consultants" now.

This Lunar Lander was lost in 1982.

Since we got signal...

consultants... have been posing

as fishermen on trawlers.

Why the subterfuge? Why not just

let the Russian Navy pick it up?

We deserve some answers.

Soviets tried to create cosmonaut

resistant to the radiation.

- Didn't work out so well.

- No sh*t.

Rather than risk entire crew

of naval vessel I am...

here to observe and advise.

But we've contained it, right?

I mean, all we have to do is

stay here until the storm clears and...

you call your ship and they'll come

get their experiment back, right?

They don't want it back, do they, Svet?

Let some small,

unsuspecting fishing boat pick it up

and find out just how deadly

this organism is.

I think we all agree...

this disease can never reach shore.

You could have told us.

We could have thrown that thing back!

That was not the plan.

- So what's the plan now?

- In 30 minutes...

the submarine that's been tracking us

will surface and pick me up.

30 minutes after that

the explosives I planted detonate.

Nobody deep sixes my ship.

I should have broken your neck

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