Species III Page #5

Jesus! Stop!

You're goddamn killing me!

What do you say

we join the party, huh?

Oh, sh*t!

- Yeah!

- Hell, yeah!

Cobb?

Cobb, you okay?

Done worn him out.

Cobb?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

I'm Amelia.

You must be Hastings.

Where can I go and freshen up?

So, you want a drink or something?

So... how was your trip?

- Where's your lab?

- Lab?

I wanna see it.

I wanna see everything.

And after that,

you'll get your reward.

- You sure you don't wanna...?

- Tell me something.

Where did you get

your specimen from, anyway?

We never talked about that.

- Specimen?

- Something wrong?

No.

Who else lives here?

No one. Just me.

Okay... look... you know,

it was all a joke?

The data I sent you was fake.

- I made it up.

- You didn't make up that data.

Now, why don't you just tell me

where you got it from?

I told you. I made it up.

Hastings.

It seems you haven't been

completely honest with me.

And from now on,

that's gonna change.

I came here

to get something from you,

and you are gonna give it to me.

Trust me, you're much better off

making me happy

than making me mad.

Hey! Hey!

We gotta get out of the hallway!

- Stop! Stop!

- We gotta get out of the hallway!

- Come on!

- No!

Oh, sh*t!

Get in, Dean.

It seems we still have a problem

with Project Athena.

Who are you?

How do you know my name?

What do they want? These things?

Why kidnap your roommate?

I can't be sure.

My best guess is that they need

someone with scientific knowledge

to help them bioengineer

a new strain of species.

- A new species?

- Yeah.

'Cause the current one's

about to go extinct.

And if they can't get my help,

they'll get my horny roommate to do it.

- We can't let 'em breed.

- Who'd you say you worked for?

I didn't.

Look, we've been

down this road before... twice.

The two previous operations

of containment

resulted in a $700 million bill

from the U.S. Army

and a six-week investigation

by Congress.

I have neither the budget nor

the stomach to go through that again.

Besides, when I think

of those operations,

the word "overkill" comes to mind.

So you work for the government.

No, I'm a limousine driver.

Unfortunately,

the current administration

has much less of an appetite

for science fiction, shall we say?

So I'm not here in an official capacity,

and we won't be taking care of this

in an official capacity.

What are you gonna do?

You and I are taking care of this

in an unofficial capacity.

She's probably found Sara and

brought Hastings back to Abbot's lab.

All the equipment's there

for the DNA cloning.

Blazing in won't do us any good.

We need to figure out

a weakness on Sara.

You can hack

into Abbot's database, right?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Good. Do it.

Yes, sir.

Have you made any progress yet?

It's confusing, all this stuff.

Maybe it's a question of focus.

Now, get on with it.

Do you intend to kill him?

So what if he dies?

There's a college campus here.

I can find another scientist.

What are you looking at?

Abbot made

physiology schematics of the aliens.

- We're running out of time.

- I know.

Any weaknesses?

Well, the half-breeds

have failing immune systems,

so we should be able to kill Amelia

with any common contaminant.

What kind of contaminant?

Hydrochlorine gas.

Should produce a fatal infection.

That won't work on Sara.

How the hell are we gonna kill her?

- Where do you think you're going?

- This isn't my problem.

Look at me!

You might be fine now.

What about later?

You're our only hope.

It's up to you now.

Your ova cells look okay.

You can see

on that monitor right there.

I should be able to inject the DNA

directly into it.

What happens after that?

We'll have to grow it to maturity

in a solution

of carbon-based molecules...

a membrane bag, basically.

Once embryo growth has started,

we just keep increasing

the container size

until it's developed enough

to breathe air.

Go ahead.

- What are you waiting for?

- Please... don't make me do this.

Do it.

- They should be coming out soon.

- This better work.

He's got my eggs!

There he is.

Hey, you okay?

So... how's things?

- Wonderful. Is this them?

- Yeah, the DNA and ova cells.

All right, we got the container.

They'll follow that.

- Who's this guy?

- My driver.

Dude, you're right.

I shouldn't have sent that e-mail.

Just get in.

Hey! Hold it right there!

- I'm gonna need some time!

- Give me the eggs!

Listen, why don't I

just head on home?

Let's go! You're with me!

This way!

Warning!

Containment door closing.

Dr. Turner. Access granted.

Reload password.

Containment door closed.

Tokamak depressurizing.

Christ. It's the eggs.

- She's following the eggs.

- Exactly.

That's the plan. Let's go!

She's buying it.

Where in the hell's Dean?

He should be here!

Dean!

Take me to the control room.

Up here!

Warning! Tokamak depressurizing.

What are you guys up to, anyway?

Later.

- The remote's gone!

- What?

He's taking control of the reactor.

It's activated!

He's lowering the pressure

in the reactor room.

You better know

what you're doing, Dean.

Who's in here?

Hold it right there! Don't move!

What?

Something wrong with my face?

One last thing.

Warning! Tokamak depressurizing.

- He's powering down the magnets!

- Just stick to the plan, Dean.

This thing's gonna blow!

What are you talking about?

This was not part of the plan!

- Close the shaft, Dean.

- Why?

If he doesn't secure the shaft,

the explosion will release

into the atmosphere,

taking all of us with it!

What?

Damn it, Dean,

close down the shaft!

Warning! Magnetic Failure.

Now! Now!

Now! Close the f***ing shaft, Dean!

- Magnetic...

- Oh, sh*t!

Sara, no!

Oh, sh*t! Hold on!

Hey, come on!

I think it's over.

Containment door secured.

Magnets repowering.

I guess he closed the shaft.

Yeah.

Let's go find Dean!

Come on! Let's go!

We're still trying to understand

the cause of the explosion.

The experimental reactor was located

deep inside this power plant.

The access records show that a man

named Dr. Nicholas Turner

was using the system

at the time of the blast.

If he survived it,

we'd certainly like to talk to him.

- You're awake!

- Yeah.

- How ya feeling?

- Not bad.

Doc says you're gonna be okay.

Yeah.

Oh, I brought

your favorite dirty magazine.

Did you see Wasach on TV?

Yeah... said you should

come see him sometime

in Washington

when you're feeling better.

- Really?

- It's all cool.

Turner's taking the rap.

He even thanked us

on behalf of the government.

Hey, listen, man,

about this whole thing...

I'm sorry.

- I'm hungry. You hungry?

- Yeah, sure.

No.

Oh, no.

No!

Dean!

Hey!

- What are you...?

- What's up?

What the hell is going on here?

I'm just doing a little clean-up.

No, I mean upstairs! There's...

- Oh, Christ.

- All right, just relax.

There's something I haven't told you.

Help!

Sara!

Come on!

- You said it was over.

- It is over.

She's got what she wants now.

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