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assistant up on the Hill.

It didn't take me long to realize

that he was a visionary...

and that I shared that vision.

Later on,

when I became a senator...

I was determined to push our program

even further into space.

And so today,

Jack Kennedy's vision...

is maintained by the commitment

of American business.

But I like to think

that his spirit is embodied...

in young men like Patrick Ross.

- When Patrick was five years old...

- What happened to Patrick?

I don't know, but he's missing some

major butt-kissing from his own father.

He hasn't been feeling

very well tonight.

Tell you the truth, I haven't

been feeling so great either.

Yeah, I think what we all need

is a little tender loving care.

So it's with pleasure that I introduce

one of our finest young leaders,

the captain of the Mars mission,

and my son, Patrick Ross.

I've gotta go.

Lincoln suite, upstairs.

Hurry.

Captain Ross, everyone's

waiting. This way, sir.

Nice of you to show up.

Thank you all

for coming out this evening.

Thank you, Father,

for what I'm sure

were overly kind words.

I've been chosen

on behalf of my wonderful crew...

to represent

the mission to Mars...

and an image

that comes to my mind...

is looking through the porthole...

at the blue-white globe...

beautiful...

so fragile, so small.

And I thought to myself...

how easy it would be to destroy

all that God has created.

I think, as we look

to the future...

our greatest mission

might be right here at home.

It's open.

Come on in.

My sister decided to join us.

We share everything...

together.

Parker's going for two,

and he's in there, standing!

Pulse rate is 20 percent

below human norm.

What do you expect, Brea?

She's watching baseball.

Oh, God!

You are a hero.

Oh, God.

It's my turn.

Yes, it is.

Here it comes!

Parker's going for three!

Jeez! Did someone hit a home run?

My God, help me!

Get off me!

Marcy! Get him off me!

Oh, my God!

Help me, someone!

- What the hell is going on?

- My God!

Last night,

after the fund-raiser...

something happened.

I try to think about it,

I draw a total blank.

They always make those drinks

at those fund-raisers strong.

That's the way they get

the wallets to open up.

Billy, you tell that old son-of-a-b*tch

I won't take no for an answer.

There's something wrong with me,

Dad, since I got back.

Do you think

a trip to Mars was rough?

You just wait till you try

a senate campaign.

Dad, listen to me.

I'm having...

I'm having

some kind of breakdown.

Stop thinking about the master plan

and help me, all right? I'm scared.

Goddamn it!

Quit acting like a spoiled child.

You're a Ross.

Behave like one.

And I'm gonna give you

a piece of advice, boy.

You keep your dick in your pants

and your eyes on the prize.

Oh, I know what you been doin',

and frankly, I don't give a damn.

But I have seen too many young men

with promising careers...

piss it all away

on a piece of ass.

People love you, Patrick.

Hell, boy, they idolize you.

You're gonna be President

of the United States someday.

Now, let's take a walk

through the gallery.

Some of my illustrious colleagues

are just dyin' to get your autograph.

Yes, sir.

Yes, it's very important

that I speak with Herman Cromwell.

No, he's a patient there.

Well, can I get a message to him

that Dr. Orinsky called

from the lab at Oldham Space Center

up in Maryland?

Yes, it's very important

that I speak to him.

I'm an old colleague ofhis.

I can't believe this.

Oh, my God!

Company, halt! Left, left...

The substance found

in Dr. Orinsky's wounds

is combinant alien-human DNA.

This DNA is structurally

similar to Eve's...

but it's not a perfect match.

Obviously, Eve

has not left the compound...

which means, gentlemen,

that there's another one out there.

None of our intelligence suggests

that a foreign power was involved.

How do we start looking

for this thing?

Well, I would suggest

normal investigative procedure...

to cultivate a list of possible suspects

and then test their blood.

Thank you, Dr. Baker. We may ask you

to help us track it down.

Always a pleasure, gentlemen.

Get Press Lennox.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the embassy is secure.

The hostages are free.

Press Lennox.

Diplomatic security.

Provides embassy guards...

and protects against...

kidnapping and assassination...

and also, of course,

special services...

Iike the demonstration

we witnessed here today.

Excuse me, Mr. Lennox.

Somebody needs to see you right away.

My assistant will answer

any questions you might have.

Thank you all very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, are there

any questions I can answer?

Are you equipped with

night vision attack capabilities?

That was really, really great.

Well?

The answer is no.

Press, we got another

f***ing alien on the loose.

Get somebody else.

Come on, buddy.

Your country calls.

Don't start waving the flag.

I'm in the private sector now.

I've got a business to run.

Look at me, Press.

You know how I got this goddamn eye.

It's a sacrifice I'd make

again in a heartbeat.

But then maybe you haven't learned

the meaning of sacrifice.

Listen, pal.

The last time I fought

with that alien she-b*tch...

I almost got myself killed.

If the government was stupid

enough to make another one...

I think they can clean up

the mess by themselves.

We didn't make this one.

Count me out of

the search party, okay?

Where is my f***ing key?

A million dollars, tax free.

Sure you won't reconsider?

Welcome to Biohazard Four.

Dr. Baker!

Come out here!

Oh, my God.

Open the doors!

Somebody open the doors!

Get him away from there!

Somebody open the doors!

What the hell

do you think you're doing?

You know there's no men allowed

in this lab. Get away!

- Calm down, Dr. Baker.

- Do you have respect for this?

- Out now, both of you!

- We have an emergency.

Okay, we'll take it outside.

- Damn well right we'll take it outside.

- Don't blow a gasket.

Don't patronize me.

We're not patronizing.

We're coming along.

Close the doors.

Laura, correct me if I'm wrong.

Are you involved

in this crazy bullshit?

Dr. Baker runs this facility.

She cloned the Sil embryo.

Oh. Okay, well,

what should I call her?

Sil Lite?

- Her name is Eve.

- Eve. How very biblical.

We have dampened

her mating instinct.

We have strictly avoided the presence

of testosterone in this lab.

At least until now.

Thank you for your help in that area.

What if she gets

out of there?

She's electronically tethered

to a control box.

One step off the premises, and

a toxic capsule explodes in her brain.

You know, it's really great

to see you again...

and I was hoping we'd meet

under better circumstances...

but, I remember Laura Baker

having a little bit more soul.

Just who the hell

do you think you are?

You're coming into my lab,

questioning my motives!

Are you two finished?

We have a national f***ing emergency

on our hands!

Now, you two

will work together.

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