Species II Page #3

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That's a direct order

from the Pentagon.

You killed one of these f***ing

alien things before. Do it again.

You heard the man.

Now the fun begins.

I went over Orinsky's phone records,

and this is the lastplace he called.

There's a patient named

Herman Cromwell.

Turns out he taught Orinsky

at Stanford.

And what exactly

is Cromwell doing here?

Well, that's

the interesting part.

It's classified

top-secret information.

I was doing research

on a Mars meteorite.

The one found

in the Antarctic in '96?

Fossils in the meteorite convinced us

there might have been life on Mars.

But these fossils weren't anything

organic to the planet. Oh, no.

And what was the basis

for that determination?

Carbon-based elements

in the fossils...

exist only

in the Magellanic galaxy.

That's 1 00 million

light years away.

Well, how did they get to Mars?

By my reckoning...

Mars was visited

by an alien species...

approximately

one billion years ago.

The species was like

a plague, a cancer.

It turned a thriving planet with...

rivers and oceans

and rudimentary plant life...

into a useless hunk of rock.

When I heard they were going

to send a mission to Mars...

I strongly urged the government

to reconsider.

On what grounds?

On grounds that alien DNA

might remain on the planet...

that any human attempt

to violate the planet...

would result

in biological contamination.

So, let me guess. They told you

to shove it up your ass.

They got me fired from Stanford.

It seems the military had strategic

reasons for wanting to go to Mars.

Outpost of the future,

or some crap like that.

Anyway, they harassed

the sh*t out of me.

I got into a fistfight

with a Pentagon general...

and broke his goddamn jaw.

That's why they stuck you

in here, right?

Why do you think that Dr. Orinsky

called you the night that he died?

To tell me I was right.

Whatever species destroyed Mars...

those poor astronauts

brought down to Earth.

May God have pity on our souls.

I'll tell you one thing.

For General Lee...

to be eatin' up the road

this early in the mornin'...

something's sure got

Bo and Luke all head up.

I figure it's got somethin'

to do with women.

Or huntin'.

Or maybe wheels.

The temperature on Mars

is approximately 225 degrees below zero.

If they brought the samples on board,

the temperature thaw...

could have brought the DNA

back to life.

That DNA could have infected

the astronauts.

This isn't the f***ing X Files,

goddamn it!

You are following a lead

based on the interrogation...

of a certified nutcase.

We got one dead N.S.E.G. doctor...

we have a guy who warned

the government not to go to Mars...

they slapped him in a loony bin...

and a seven-minute time gap

during the space flight.

We need to do blood analysis

on Sampas, Gamble and Ross.

Now, I know that there is

a sexual quarantine of ten days...

on all interplanetary missions,

and the Mars quarantine ends tonight.

They could f*** the human race

into extinction.

You want to be responsible for that

if we don't start testing everybody now?

Test Patrick first.

Yeah.

I've been waiting

to get you alone.

All the interviews,

all the screaming girls...

all the hoopla...

gone.

Push it out of your mind.

Patrick Ross...

tonight...

you're mine.

I love you.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

We should hold off.

Oh, no. No, you don't.

Not tonight.

Come on, Missy.

I don't feel so good.

Relax.

Let me do the work.

There's nobody here.

Where the f*** did he go?

Let's go find the others.

I missed you up there.

I missed you so much.

It's so beautiful.

Not as beautiful as you are.

Charmer.

Take it easy, Press.

You're gonna get us killed.

Trust me, Laura.

I got a bad feeling in my stomach.

God, I missed making love

with you.

Oh, my stomach!

- Oh, my God!

- Call someone!

Call for help!

Up here. Come on!

No, please!

Oh, God.

I'm gonna get a full crew.

I'm gonna get 'em over here

right away.

We gotta get to the others.

Oh, this is awful.

This is just awful.

I'll take her the rest of the way.

Have a good evening.

This is nice.

You thought I lived on a tugboat.

I know what you thought.

But I got it all under control now.

Oh, you do?

Yeah, you just slide

right over there.

Let me open this door.

There we go.

Hey, girl.

- Is that it?

- No, honey, that's not it.

Right there.

No, that's not it.

Oh, that's it.

What's wrong?

Dennis Gamble, we'd like you

to come with us.

Man, a brother just can't get no booty.

You know what I'm sayin'?

This is no way to treat a national hero.

This is embarrassing.

What is this all about?

Look, somebody speak to me.

Hey, I'm a personal friend

of Senator Judson Ross, okay?

Personal friend. I'm gonna eat

your badge for breakfast.

Get your hand

off my head, man.

I demand an explanation.

We'll have the test results

in a few minutes.

Why am I being tested?

N.S.E.G. said I was fine.

Sit tight, son.

We'll explain everything later.

Well, it's kind of tough

to sit tight, sir.

I haven't been laid in 1 1 months.

That's unusual for me.

Take it easy, Burgess.

Everybody deserves an explanation.

You're damn right.

And what's with all these guards?

What the hell is going on around here?

It's purely

a precautionary measure.

We need a couple of minutes

for the blood analysis, so just relax.

Couple of questions.

What can you tell us about the seven

minutes when the Excursion lost contact?

I can't remember.

I don't know if I blacked out,

I can't remember.

When did you last speak

to Anne Sampas?

At that fund-raiser

the other night.

Did she act peculiar?

She seemed fine to me.

What's this all about?

Something happen to her?

You tell me.

What happened to Anne Sampas?

Tell me what happened to her!

Anne Sampas is dead.

I'm sorry, Dennis.

Yeah. Laura.

Well, the combinant DNA in Anne's body

doesn't match what I found in Orinsky's.

So, it's either Gamble or Ross.

Be careful, Press.

What was the cause of death?

We don't know.

Come on.

How the hell did she die?

Sequence almost complete.

- Why are you testing my blood?

- Ten seconds till relay.

- You think I killed Annie?

- Data retrieval on-line.

- Is that what you think?

- Five seconds. Three seconds.

I didn't kill her! I swear!

Computer says normal.

There is no sign of infection.

- Go home, get some rest.

- Look, I want answers!

In due time.

We'll be in touch.

Yo, Gamble.

You know where Patrick Ross is?

Nope.

Well, if you see him,

you'll let me know, yeah?

Sure.

Well, let's see what

the cranial cavity has to say.

Now I'll just reach

behind her ear, and we should...

God.

Patrick, no!

Want a date, mister?

I was scared, man.

This is crazy.

His whole head just grew right back

like some sort of damn freak show.

The alien species

can regenerate living tissue.

Aliens, little green men.

I still can't believe it.

If they knew there were aliens

up there, why did they send us?

N.S.E.G. got warned

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