Phantoms Page #2

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Easy, chief.

Easy.

I got Witnesses.

Why don't you calm down.

Is that what you meant by...

a "managed response"?

Who are you?

What was that?

It came from over here.

No, it's over here.

The window!

Was that a bird?

No way.

If help's coming,

it won't be till daybreak.

I wouldn't worry.

Wahtever it was won't

be coming back in here.

What makes you so sure?

Well, for one thing...

we probably just shot it

about thirty times, Sheriff.

That doesn't mean it's dead.

It ate through his face...

consumed the eyes...

most of the soft tissue...

and the entire brain.

Impossible. The brain alone

weighs 6 or 7 pounds.

It just devoured it in seconds.

It almost got Lisa.

No.

It wanted Deputy Wargle first.

It wants men like him most of all.

What do you mean, "men like him"?

It's the devil, don't you think?

Come up from hell tonight.

I think he wants to dance with us.

Dr. Flyte?

Wilson and Hawthorne.

FBI.

We're here to ask questions...

about articles you've written.

The FBI reads Wide World News?

Only if it's about...

"The Ancient Enemy".

They're based on a treatise

I published at Oxford.

Got you kicked off.

They weren't that rude.

No boot to the bottom.

It's a pretty radical theory.

I believed any theory...

published with evidence

became open to discussion.

But I've learned how vicious

the academic community can be.

They're swine. Polite swine,

but swine, nonetheless.

Convincing the world

to consider a new idea...

takes patience, perseverance,

and willingness to fight...

in any media forum one can find.

Which is why a bigtime...

paleobiologist, like yourself,

works here.

No. I need the money.

Come with us.

Whatever for? I merely

exercised my rights to...

National security.

You okay?

Your sister's holding up...

I don't know.

She had a rough time.

Our mother is not exactly...

the best role model.

- How do you mean?

- She drinks.

But I thought bringing Lisa

up here would help.

Help you, or her?

Both of us.

I have this need to...

take charge.

I noticed that.

So...

Harvard...

a few years with the FBI.

What are you doing here?

Yeah.

See...

He had a gun.

He was hiding in a closet.

And the gun turned out to be a toy.

Carrying his picture with you...

Why torture yourself?

He shouldn't be forgotten.

I need an escort.

I'll do it.

Okay, you're all set.

This is so embarrassing.

I'll be right outside.

That was stupid.

Want to see something?

You are so f***ing cute.

My God, he's in there!

There's nobody in there.

Yes, there was.

They couldn't just evaporate.

It's like that bathroom.

No windows, a locked door...

Yes!

- They're here!

- Thank God!

What the hell?

Come on!

Reconnaissance.

Infrared photography.

It's not going to stop.

Get your stuff.

I'll get you out of here.

I am a legal resident

of the United States.

I have the right to an attorney.

If I'm not arrested,

this could be construed...

as kidnapping.

If you people really know

where Elvis is...

we'd like to know.

What?

We've been looking

for him a long time.

Yes, sir.

The King sure is slippery.

You can't stay here alone,

miles from anyplace.

Someone has to be here.

Just go, okay?

- Come on!

- AI right, pop the hood.

You got to be kidding.

Looks like it's been

crushed in a press.

Help me! Somebody! Please!

Please! For God's sake! Help me!

No one's really out there.

It's just trying to bait us.

Like your deputy at the inn.

Let's go back inside.

Gun's won't do it, General.

We're not just about guns.

Why not shoot me dead

right here, right now...

and save trouble?

Do you people hire

only stunt drivers?

We're interested in

"The Ancient Enemy".

Not the tabloid stuff.

The hard science.

History is filled with

mysterious disappearances...

and neither archeologists

nor anthropologists can provide...

- explanations.

- For instance?

December 10th, 1939, in the

hills outside Nanking, in China...

an army of 3,000 Chinese soldiers...

vanished without a trace...

long before reaching the battlefield.

No bodies. No graves. No Witnesses.

The Mayan cities of Copn,

Piedras Negras, Palenque...

back in 60 A.D. Deserted overnight.

Hundreds of thousands

of Mayans missing.

Theories of disease

or war don't explain...

why there were no mass graves.

There's evidence...

that Mayan families vanished

after preparing dinners,

but before eating them.

There is the disappearance

of the English colony...

on Roanoke Island, in 1590.

Many others. Many.

Just what is this thing?

Chaos.

Chaos in the flesh.

You're looking at our field lab.

It's bacteriologically secure.

It's armored to withstand

point-blank mortar fire.

No terrorist can take it out.

We operate on the basis of...

very broken communication,

and an aerial recon.

Both inconclusive.

Our scientific team, grouped

for every contingency.

Let me remind you that Dr. Flyte's

name was found in Snowfield.

A victim scrawled it on a mirror.

A desperate, dying act.

The victim must've seen something

to lend credence to Dr. Flyte's theory.

Got a little...

breakfast and dinner here.

We're never going to get

out of here. None of us.

Hey, listen.

I don't know what it is...

but it's playing with us.

The lights, noises on the phone...

the moth with Wargle.

I don't know, but if we keep

our heads straight, we'll get out.

- I promise you.

- How can you be so sure?

Maybe we are going to make it.

Sheriff Hammond?

Deputies Wargle and

Shannon were here?

They were. They were killed

during the night.

Then it is ongoing.

The name on the mirror.

How do you fit into this?

Reluctantly.

We need to know

what we're dealing with.

What kind of threat it is.

Biological, chemical or other.

I'm leaning toward "other."

Bernstein house, 214 Vail Street.

They were evidently

about to have dinner...

when something happened.

Recording. Residence

of Dr. Jennifer Pailey.

Kitchen. Evidence of

severe trauma, perhaps...

toxicological injury.

In the 48 hours...

prior to these events, did you

get reports of power failures...

phone interruptions, strange lights?

We haven't seen flying saucers,

if that's what you mean.

Should be a junction box here.

We'll tap into it, power up the lab.

Doctor!

Look at this.

Recording. At the base of

the statue of Mary...

almost like an offering...

there's a large accumulation

of metal buttons...

wristwatches, jewelry...

Everything metal.

Not an offering.

Undigested remains.

And a little something preserved...

and put aside for later...

like a spider might do it.

Got something.

Looks like a breach in the trunk lines.

That's the interrupted phone service.

Little ones to Him are drawn.

They are weak.

But he is strong.

Where's it coming from?

Yes, Jesus loves me.

It's nothing.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Hold it, goddamn it!

It's sludge, man.

It's just...

plain, old stinking sewage.

Oh, my God.

You make that connection?

- Something here.

- What do you got?

In the next tunnel.

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