The Andromeda Strain Page #2
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- Year:
- 1971
- 131 min
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He felt a more advanced
lab was required.
You mean more expensive, don't you?
I call that Dr. Stone's $90 million
mash note to Uncle Sam.
"In a true biological crisis
which our exploration of
the present Lunar Receiving Laboratory
might prove inadequate.
I therefore urge
the establishment of a facility
to deal specifically
with an extraterrestrial form of life.
The purpose of this facility
would be to limit the dissemination
of such an unknown organism
from outer space
and to provide laboratories
for its analysis.
I recommend that this facility be located
in an uninhabited region
of the United States,
that it utilize all known
isolation techniques,
and that it be equipped
with a nuclear device
for self-destruction in the event
of an emergency.
Yours very truly, Jeremy Stone. "
Don't encourage the president
to think scientists are wizards.
If things get out of control,
and they might,
even you can't work miracles.
I'd expect to have
your help, Charlie.
Piedmont approaching, gentlemen.
Go over and give us a look first, Dempsey.
I was afraid of that.
The birds'll eat the infected flesh,
and then fly off and
spread the disease.
If it is a disease.
Drop the gas canisters.
Someone's supposed to be alive down there!
Somebody did something.
That's for sure.
Let's give it a double dose.
That gas will only kill the birds.
Okay, Dempsey, hover
over the main street
and drop the ladder.
Do not attempt to land.
Is that clear?
Roger. Clearer all the time.
When we climb down,
lift off to 1,000 feet
and hover at a safe distance.
And come back when we signal.
you have your orders.
Yes, sir. Proceed directly
to Wildfire and then...
If we're eliminated,
the aircraft and pilot
will have to be sterilized.
Wait a minute!
That's not what they told me.
Just incinerated.
Coronary?
I doubt it.
Hall!
Take a look at this.
Are you sure that isn't coronary?
No, coronary's painful.
They should grimace.
If it was fast, they wouldn't have time.
cut down in mid-stride.
Up there! Look.
An Air Force jet.
If we don't make it to Wildfire,
he'll see the helicopter does...
or shoot it down.
Well, for Dempsey's sake,
we better not slip up.
"The Day of Judgment is at hand.
Have mercy on my soul
and to hell with all
the others. Amen. "
Senile.
This took time!
Regardless of what made her do it,
it took time.
There's a chance someone's still alive.
I wouldn't believe you could
commit suicide that way.
Most of them died instantly,
but a few had time
to go quietly nuts.
Let's find the damn satellite.
This injury, there isn't any bleeding.
A cut like this... torn veins,
broken capillaries...
should bleed like hell.
Yes. Well, there's no blood
on any of them.
Even where it's chewed, no bleeding.
Hold it, hold it!
You'd better back up.
We gotta go to the... left.
We're damn close. Bear right.
I'll bet they took it to the doctor.
There it is.
The damn fool opened it!
Yeah, every country doctor
should run his office
like the lunar lab.
The capsule first, Hall.
We've got about 40
minutes of oxygen left.
Have a look at his buttocks.
That's not funny.
Not meant to be.
Normally blood in a dead person
goes to the lowest points.
There should be marks of lividity.
Do you see purplish marks on his butt?
No.
Careful you don't puncture your suit.
Clotted blood!
Powdered!
I'll be damned!
No wonder they didn't bleed.
It's clotted throughout
the entire system.
Five quarts of blood
turned to powder!
In theory, I suppose,
a single organism could do it.
But, in fact, there isn't
an organism on Earth...
You mean, there didn't used to be.
I don't...
We heard it all right.
Go away! Go back!
Get back! Get out
of here. Go back!
Get away!
This must be the mother.
He's scared, and hungry as hell.
Can't be more than six months.
There's probably a
formula in the kitchen.
Don't feed it!
He hasn't eaten in
at least 12 hours!
We don't do anything
until we get that kid
into a controlled situation.
Maybe feeding is part
of the disease process.
Maybe those who hadn't
eaten lasted longest.
Whatever it is, with
our oxygen running out,
we can't take a chance.
Wait a minute.
This is a major break...
a survivor.
Too bad he can't tell
us what happened.
Maybe he can... if he lives.
You!
You... you did it!
Give me that knife.
You're not human.
Everybody's dead.
What happened?
What is it?
What happened?
The town is finished,
contaminated beyond all...
Careful, sir.
This is an open transmission.
I'm aware of that, Manchek.
Order up a 7-12.
Only the president...
Precisely. Get on it.
The town must be
neutralized immediately.
Has the president made his decision
on Directive 7-12 yet?
He doesn't jump into
things, Dr. Robertson.
First I've got to put together
a briefing for him.
The president's main concern is
the international consequences.
What do you think, Mr. Secretary?
It's against the Moscow Treaty of 1963
to fire thermonuclear
weapons above ground.
The Russians will have
to be privately informed
we're going to cauterize the area.
Then they'll ask a flock of questions.
Some we don't want answered.
That'll take hours.
God knows how far the infection
can spread in that time.
Yes, Chief?
Yes, sir.
Yes, Mr. President.
The president's decided
to postpone Directive 7-12
for 24 to 48 hours.
Instead he'll call
out the National Guard
to cordon off the area around Piedmont.
That's your department, Ed.
Safe and sound.
It should've been left up
to the scientists.
It's a colossal mistake.
Tell the president I said so.
No, but...
I'll get you an appointment.
By
whose decision, General,
was the site for Wildfire chosen?
Dr. Stone's.
of its remoteness.
There was no inhabited area
near Wildfire for a
radius of 112 miles.
Las Vegas is to the north,
Phoenix to the south,
Los Angeles west.
Weren't you worried
the infection might spread to them?
Yes, sir, I was,
but Dr. Stone and Dr. Robertson
assured the president
Wildfire was foolproof
because of its device
for atomic self-destruct.
The military had to
take a backseat.
At least they could've
sent a licensed driver
to meet me at that crummy airstrip.
They keep personnel to a minimum
for obvious reasons.
You're lost!
No one's been down
this goat path for years.
That's how it's supposed to look.
They spent $50,000 on it.
Putting in the potholes?
Getting rid of the tread marks.
Those big tractors leave
a lasting impression.
A lot of heavy equipment
has passed this way.
Where's our leader?
We'll catch up to him
and Hall very soon now.
Why'd they pick Hall?
He's no scientist.
Who needs an overpriced M. D?
Relax and enjoy your cigarette.
It's your last.
It starts here.
It's a great place to grow pot.
Just a plain old crop of barley.
Still, it is rather clever, I think.
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