Time Runner (1993) Movie Script
(wind whooshing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
- [PA] All military personnel
to Silo A4 immediately.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
Code-9 alert.
Defensive procedures are now in effect.
- [Man 1] Alright, let's go, let's go!
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- [Man 2] Take that, stand back.
- [PA] Civilian personnel,
evacuation done.
Civilian personnel, evacuation done.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(wind whooshing)
Group 9, alert.
Defensive procedures now in effect.
Defensive procedures now in effect.
Murphy, report to level S6.
- [Bryant] Told you, Simms.
We've run outta time.
- [Simms] Try database D.
- [Bryant] It's useless.
This equipment is useless.
- [Simms] I don't wanna
hear your bullshit!
Just keep trying.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- This is insanity.
The President will never go for this.
- Bryant.
Can't you get it through
that thick skull of yours?
There is nobody else.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- This isn't gonna work.
(computer beeping)
- [Simms] Bryant, get over here.
Quick.
- What've you got?
(computer beeping)
- [Simms] Shit!
(static hissing)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(laser blasting)
(explosion booming)
(laser blasting)
(computer beeping)
Goddammit.
What is he gonna do?
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
Damn, this equipment
is outta the dark ages.
Can't do shit with this.
- I've got something.
I found 11 long range S-S-20's.
- Where?
- Ukraine, just South of Kiev.
Goddamn bastards kept it hidden
from us for all these years.
- Thank God for that.
- You guys crazy?
The President will never-
- Forget the goddamn President.
Anyway, we don't know
whether he's dead or alive.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(siren wailing)
(laser blasting)
(explosions booming)
(lasers blasting)
- They're getting closer.
We're all gonna die.
- Simms, if we can re-route
the computer uplink,
then we might be able to launch them.
- We can use the space station.
- We've gotta get through
to Captain Raynor now.
- They're under attack.
They haven't responded to
any of our transmissions.
- We've gotta keep trying.
Without Raynor, we're history.
(suspenseful music)
(lasers blasting)
- Caroline!
(alarm blaring)
(lasers blasting)
God, no!
(indistinct)
- I'm gonna be gone.
- No.
You're gonna be alright.
I'm gonna get us both outta here somehow.
(lasers blasting)
- I love you, Michael Raynor.
I always have and I always will.
You're our last hope.
(dramatic music)
(lasers blasting)
(siren wailing)
(laser blasting)
(explosion booming)
(laser blasting)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(lasers blasting)
(lasers blasting)
(wind whooshing)
(wind whooshing)
(ship whooshing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(all chattering indistinctly)
- Dr. Withers, I got
your preliminary data.
- [PA] Radioactive alert
no longer in effect.
Radioactive alert no longer in effect.
- Hey.
- Karen.
- What've we got?
- A UFO, possibly,
not ours anyways.
Electromagnetic readings are low.
Checking for radiation.
I've put it into an isolation field.
- Any little green men?
- (laughing) Not tonight.
- Did you check with NORAD?
Any unusual courses, unusual behavior?
- Nothing.
Came down like a rock.
- Oh, God.
Why does this stuff always happen
in the middle of the night?
- They always happen in
the middle of the night.
For the past six years, you and I
have been playing cat and mouse.
So, it's always been in
the middle of the night.
- Did they find any excess debris?
- Nothing yet.
- Look at this.
It's not what I expected.
It's not...
Oh.
It's charred.
It's organic matter.
It means there's an oxygen
base to whatever this thing is.
Let's get this thing scanned.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(equipment beeping)
(computer beeping)
(door whooshing)
(computer beeping)
- Maybe this is something we're
not supposed to know about.
- Like an escape vessel?
- Yeah, but who escaped and from what?
(man speaking over PA indistinctly)
- Something nasty.
We've gotta get this thing outta here.
- I'm on it.
- What've we got?
- Micro objects.
Very advanced.
- [Karen] Let me see.
It looks standard.
- Super conductors on diamond.
I've never seen anything close to this.
Chips are in my area of expertise.
We checked the pod.
Spectral emission show nothing unusual.
But take a look at this.
Even with our most advanced technology
we're still fooling
around with 32-bit buses.
This is something I've never seen before.
- So, what you're saying is,
this is advanced technology,
but the blood type, it's human.
- You think that's weird?
- Electrodyne Industries.
Indiana.
- I just crossed referenced
through our second data bank.
Electrodyne Industries, Indiana
doesn't exist anywhere in the U.S.
(helicopter whirring)
- We've got company.
- I thought this was a secret operation.
- So did I.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
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(dramatic orchestral music continues)
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- Colonel Freeman, Intelligence
and Security Command.
- I know who you are, Freeman.
I.S.C.
Very impressive.
What's with all the man power?
- Donaldson, have your people packed up
and outta here in one hour.
You know the procedure.
- [Karen] What procedure?
- We'll be taking over from here.
My authorization, Ms. Donaldson.
From the top.
I want you people to secure
all the data immediately.
And nobody, I mean nobody
leaves this site without
being searched first.
- Yes, sir.
You two men, come with me.
- I want confirmation
for this authorization.
I'm not giving up my investigation.
- Your investigation is over.
You've got one hour.
- We'll see about this.
- Donaldson, don't screw with me.
Up to now, you've been a
good, little girl scout.
Don't blow it.
I've got my orders, now you've got yours.
This situation is not for
publication of the Air Force.
Nor to any other cell members.
Do we understand each other?
- [Man] Hey, you.
Over there.
Nobody leaves the area
without being searched.
- What should we do?
- What the man says.
- So we just forget about all this?
Walk away from it?
It doesn't sound like you.
- No, it doesn't.
Does it?
(dramatic orchestral music)
(wings flapping)
(crow cawing)
(birds chirping)
(horses galloping)
(birds chirping)
(door creaking)
(clock ticking)
(fire crackling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(apple thudding)
(wind whooshing)
(wind whooshing)
- What the...
(gun firing)
- Who the hell are you?
Whe-where are you from?
- You just relax.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.
- I'm calling the sheriff.
- Sit down!
I want some answers.
Like, where the hell am I?
- Jackson County.
Close to Wheaton.
(tense music)
- United America?
- I don't know what
you're talking about, but,
this is Washington state.
- What day is it?
- Day?
Wednesday, but...
- October 6th, 1992.
The wormhole.
Jesus.
This can't be happening.
- I don't know nothing
about any worm whatever.
- You mentioned a town.
- Wheaton, a mile or so south
on the main road outside there.
- A wind.
The Air Force base, of course.
I'm gonna need some clothes.
Call it a loan.
(explosions booming)
(lasers blasting)
- This isn't gonna work.
Without Raynor-
- Forget about him.
He doesn't exist.
If he managed to get through
the wormhole and survived,
there'll be a better place than this
if we don't do something soon.
- Murphy, what if he went into the past?
- Suppose he did.
- Well, he might be able to-
- Give it up, Bryant.
(birds chirping)
(crow cawing)
(vehicle approaching)
- The pod.
What's happened to the pod?
(crow cawing)
My only link.
(birds chirping)
(eagle screeching)
(xylophone music)
- Where the hell is that sheriff?
I must have called over an hour ago.
(tense music)
Who the hell are you?
- Colonel Freeman, I.S.C.
Where is he?
- What are you doing here?
- Where did he go?
Search the place.
- Yes, sir.
- What are you guys doing?
- Where is he?
- How the hell should I know?
He's some escape lunatic or something.
- What did he look like?
- Blue eyes.
Medium height.
He took my jeans.
Stole my brown leather jacket.
- What did he say?
- I told you.
He was nuts.
Talked about worms or something.
- Worms?
- Yeah.
(tense music)
What are you guys doing?
You can't just come in here and-
- Oh, yes.
Yes, we can.
(man grunting)
(bones cracking)
(man grunting)
(country music)
(door creaking)
(tense music)
(gun firing)
- You're not from around here, are you?
- Do I know you?
- Oh, I'm afraid not.
- You wouldn't have the scan,
uh telephone number of the
Air Force base, just outside town.
- It's over here.
I'll get it for you.
(dramatic music)
- Afternoon, Mabel.
- The usual?
- Yep.
(tense music)
- [Radio] In other news another meteorite
was spotted last night.
Military sources say that
most of the meteorite
was destroyed on impact.
(tense music)
- Could you put a shot of rye in that?
- Of course.
- You!
Come here.
Have you seen anyone unusual this morning?
- [Mable] You mean, besides you?
- Don't try my patience, lady.
- [Man] Mabel, your number six is ready.
Mabel, your number six is ready!
- I expect an answer.
- Hey, take it easy.
I don't know nothing.
- [Radio] This, I promise to
you, the people of this great-
(tense music)
God bless you all.
(woman gasping)
- It's him!
Get down!
(gun firing)
(Mabel screaming)
(guns firing)
(Mabel screaming)
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
- Come on, get in!
Hurry up!
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
(alarm blaring)
- [PA] Battle station.
Alien enforcers advancing on position.
Battle station.
(alarm blaring)
- Sir.
Anders has been completely destroyed.
Along with Neradin Sac.
We could be overrun at any moment.
- Just make sure we've got enough time
before the party begins.
- Yes, sir.
(alarm blaring)
(explosion booming)
- [Karen] I think we've lost Freeman.
- Who are you?
- Karen Donaldson, Special Projects.
Astrophysics, Washington State.
- Special Projects?
- Yeah, like you.
- And what would someone
like you know about me?
- Well, I know that you
came down in that pod.
And I know you're responsible
for the advanced technology.
Technology that doesn't exist.
- What about our little friend back there?
- He's in the military.
- I just wanna know why you're helping me?
- I'm curious.
- About me?
- Yes, and about why Freeman
is so hot on your trail.
(Michael wincing)
Oh, Jesus.
What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
But no hospitals.
(dramatic music)
They'll find me.
- Well, I know where we can go.
(birds chirping)
(dog barking)
Carl!
Carl!
- Karen.
- Carl, help me.
- Who's this?
- Electrodyne Industries.
- You look bad.
Holy shit.
(Michael groaning)
- Where should we put him?
- Take him in my bedroom.
- Be careful.
- Yeah.
- (grunting) Oh, man!
(Michael breathing heavily)
- Ugh!
Oh.
It looks like the bullet
went right through.
- My pouch.
Dermaplast, in my pouch.
- What?
- Spray it on.
Aah!
- What is it?
- It stops the bleeding.
Regenerates cells.
- [Carl] Who the hell is this guy, Karen?
- Raynor?
Raynor?
So much for my interrogation.
- This is crazy.
What are we gonna do with him?
(Karen sighing)
- We're gonna let him rest.
- Okay.
You better hide your car.
I'll be right back.
You stay inside.
- Okay.
Carl.
- You don't have to explain anything.
- If Freeman catches us-
- I never liked Freeman.
Gives me the creeps.
(door clicking)
(dog barking)
- [Karen] He said, it carried
him 30 years into the past.
- A wormhole.
Theoretically, they exist.
Nah, but that's incredible.
- Well, that's what he said.
- And he was trying to escape
some kind of alien invasion.
- An alien invasion of Earth.
- Either he's out of his mind
or we're in very deep shit.
- But we need proof.
And so does he, if he wants
anyone to believe his story.
- Maybe that's why Freeman's after him.
- But Freeman wants something more.
- Like the flight recorder.
- And I know where they're hiding it.
(tense music)
- You!
You're one of them, aren't you?
Aren't you?
You didn't even know you were hit.
- [Carl] What's going on in there?
- It's okay, Carl.
- So the invasion's already begun.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- A trap.
And I was stupid enough
to walk right into it.
This is the way it all started, isn't it?
Freaks like you, infiltrating.
Scouting out the lay of the land
and then you move in for the kill.
I'm seeing history in the making.
- There is no invasion.
That's not why we're here.
- I was there.
I saw it.
I know how it all turns out, remember?
I saw a million ships
out there on the edge.
(electricity crackling)
(Michael grunting)
Shit!
Not again.
- Raynor,
(Michael screaming)
(wind whooshing)
(dramatic music)
- My flight recorder.
(intense music)
(explosion booming)
- What was that?
- I don't know.
It happened before, this morning.
So vivid.
It was a look at my future.
I have to go there.
- But if you go there, you'll die.
- I don't have a choice.
(dog barking)
(doors clicking)
- I think we have a serious problem.
Freeman just showed up
with a couple of his goons.
We've to get going.
- We've gotta go.
Look, I'm on your side.
Let's go.
- I'll keep our friends busy.
Take these.
(keys jingling)
Can't use your car.
They'll be looking for it.
I'll stall Freeman.
- Colonel Freeman.
- Yeah.
I know who you are.
What do you want?
- Where are they?
- Where's who?
- Don't play games, Withers.
Where are they?
- Get down!
(guns firing)
(man groaning)
(man groaning)
- Get 'em!
(suspenseful music)
- [Karen] Look out!
They're right behind us.
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
Come on, step on it.
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
- Arnie!
Turn that shit down and go get
a lube job like I asked you.
Arnie?
(upbeat music)
Ah, go fuck yourself, turd brain.
(suspenseful music)
(guns firing)
- [Michael] This guy's crazy!
(suspenseful music continues )
(country music)
I get older
I think we just get tired
So all that we hope for
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Karen] Are you sure you
know what you're doing?
- [Michael] I'm doing the best I can.
(suspenseful music continues)
That was close.
(guns firing)
- Right there.
There's the airport.
- [Michael] Hope there's a plane.
(gun firing)
(Karen screaming)
(engine revving)
- [Michael] Come on, hurry!
(engine revving)
(suspenseful music continues)
(guns firing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(tense music)
(engine humming)
- I hope Carl's alright.
- He's a good man.
Do they know about you?
- No.
That bastard, Freeman.
He knows something's going on
and I'm not in on it.
- Must be someone you can go to.
- We operate in blind cells.
I've never known who our authority is,
but obviously Freeman does.
Raynor, what was that?
Was that actually a look into our future?
- Possibly.
It's got something to do with
the effects of time travel.
It centers around me, but
affects anyone near me.
See, the first time it
happened was this morning.
In the vision the waitress
was killed, but I saved her.
That means I can affect 'em.
- You look worried.
- There could be two of me.
- Oh!
- See, in this time, right
now, I haven't been born yet.
It was the wormhole that brought me here.
- [Karen] A time anomaly.
- It's why we've gotta get
to that flight recorder.
Stop this before it starts.
- In the vision, you died.
- I know.
I just hope I can stop that too.
(Karen gasping)
- Aliens, right?
- [Michael] Who the hell are you?
- Your hostage, man, what do you think?
Arnie Hawksworth.
So, uh, you two gonna fill
me on what's going down here?
I don't quite follow this wormhole-
- Do you know where the old
hanger on the air base is?
- Uh-huh.
- [Karen] Can you get us there?
- Look, forget it.
I took a joyride ride in this crate once,
flew over the place.
We're talking major
military camp here, man.
But, I do know a place nearby.
Get your truck, maybe take the back roads.
- And you'll take us there?
- Why not?
I'm what you might call adventurous.
By the way, you're almost outta gas.
Heard a shot back there.
Your tank's probably got a hole in it.
- Shit.
(console beeping)
- [Arnie] We're losing power.
(engine spluttering)
- [Michael] We're going down here, folks.
- [Arnie] Just land this thing!
Will you?
- [Michael] Leave the
flying to me, will you?
I know what I'm doing.
- Look, there's, there's a barn!
(console beeping)
Oh, God!
(birds chirping)
Nice landing, Raynor.
- This is the right place?
- You bet.
Truck's right over here.
- Don't tell me.
This thing runs?
- You bet.
354 barrel.
My friend, Harry Moonblanket
runs the odd late night load in it.
- Oh!
What kind of a business
does your buddy run?
- Hey, you don't wanna know.
You'll need these.
(engine cranking)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [PA] Rear guard to Main Level 3.
- Mr. President.
We're glad to see you still alive, sir.
- Just what do you people
think you're up to?
- We've found some missiles near Kiev.
We're trying to trace the launching code
through our data bank.
It's near impossible to find.
- If we do that, we'll be
able to blow those bastards
back to where they came from.
- You will do no such thing.
I have not devoted my entire life,
every ounce of my being,
to maintain some humanity,
some sense of reason,
to see it all destroyed
in one impulsive stroke
by you near-sighted fools.
- Mr. President, it's too late for that.
- I will tell you when it is too late.
Don't you presume to know
what is the greater good.
We cannot hope to defeat their armies.
To defend ourselves further
will lead to genocide.
Our salvation leaves us
with a single choice.
And in the end, it is I who will choose.
You see, I have contacted the aliens.
Treaty has been negotiated.
They are prepared to stop the invasion
if we end our resistance now.
- You are jeopardizing the lives-
- The Blood of our own people.
You expect us to-
- There will be no missile fire.
You will stop this insanity, now.
(explosions booming)
(alarm blaring)
- Now!
Go, go, go, go, go!
(alarm blaring)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(explosion booming)
(guns firing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(explosion booming)
(man coughing)
- [PA] Internal security breach.
Internal security breach.
- This is an act of treason.
- Mr. President, let's
just agree to disagree.
(gun firing)
(men groaning)
Please, sir.
Don't make me do this.
(crickets chirping)
- Arnie, you stay here
and keep an eye out.
- Wait a minute, I thought
I was going with you guys.
- We may need to get
out of here in a hurry.
- Okay, I'll hang out here.
(door clicking)
- You know the way up.
Lead on.
(hands thudding)
(Karen gasps)
Jesus!
Arnie!
- You were supposed to wait in the truck.
- Thought I heard something.
- Quiet.
This way.
(distant chattering)
- [Man] Cargo Dock Level 1, receiving.
- Hey, Raynor.
- Yeah?
- If those aliens you
told me about look human,
how do we know the difference?
- They don't feel pain.
- Yeah, but how do we-
- Look.
If they shoot at you,
they're probably aliens.
Now, keep it down.
I've got to find that flight recorder.
I'll try this way.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(people chattering)
- What have you got?
- I got something.
(equipment beeping)
(computer beeping)
(man grunting)
(gun firing)
(man groaning)
(alarm blaring)
(man grunting)
- [PA] Intruder!
Intruder on premises.
Intruder!
Intruder on premises.
(gun firing)
- [Man] Save the pod!
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- [Man] There's only two of them.
- I got it.
Now, let's get out.
We've only got a few minutes.
- Down to your right!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
(guns firing)
Come on, come on, come on!
(guns firing)
- Move!
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
Hurry!
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
Now, hurry!
- [Man] They've gone out the back side.
This way, this way.
Go, go, go, go!
(timer beeping)
- [Man] Down the rafters!
(gun firing)
Come on, come on, come on!
(suspenseful music)
- [Michael] Only a few seconds.
Come on!
- [Man] Hurry, hurry, hurry!
- [Michael] Hold on!
- [Man] Getting out the back!
Let's go!
(suspenseful music continues)
Come on, come on!
Don't let 'em get away!
(timer beeping)
(explosion booming)
- Come on, let's go!
(fire crackling)
(explosion booming)
(men shouting)
(gun firing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
- I think I'm on to something.
- There are millions
of others to consider.
I can guarantee your safety.
They will listen to me.
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(alarm blaring)
(engine revving)
- Karen, you say you're not really human?
Too bad.
You're better looking
than Mrs. Carol back home.
- Thanks, Arnie.
- You're more human than you think.
(car honking)
- Okay.
Seattle, everybody.
Found it all by myself.
- Thanks for helping us back there.
- Ah, it was nothing.
I think the street we want
should be the next right.
(dramatic music)
(typewriter keys clicking)
(machine beeping)
- This stuff is so complicated.
And this system is so outmoded
I'm having trouble
breaking the security code.
It's not interfacing properly.
- What if it got damaged,
coming through the wormhole?
- Hold on.
That's it.
I got it.
(computer beeping)
(static hissing)
- I wanna know how we can use this.
- I think I can transfer it to laser disc.
But we need to convince somebody.
Somebody who can handle this information.
Someone we can trust.
(tense music)
- Neila.
- [Karen] Neila?
- John Neila.
First senator.
In my time, he's world president.
He knew something was wrong.
He's the one to see.
- And he's been hitting
hard at all the money spent
on the S.D.I. space station.
- If we had that when this all started
we might have had a chance.
No, we've gotta get to this guy Neila.
He's having a rally tomorrow.
We'll be there.
(scoffs) Well, that's the
final irony, isn't it?
- [Karen] What is?
- Tomorrow is my birthday.
Literally.
- Oh!
Happy birthday, Raynor.
(Michael scoffs)
I'm gonna finish this tomorrow.
(computer beeping)
(footsteps thudding)
(explosion booming)
- I love you, Michael Raynor.
I always have and I always will.
You're our last hope.
- I'm sorry.
- (chuckling) It's not your fault.
I just wanted to let you know.
I appreciate what you've done.
- I feel as though I've betrayed you.
- No, no.
If anything, you were betrayed,
by your own people.
You know,
for the first time,
I feel like I'm here for a reason.
- Maybe it's fate.
- If I can live in the past
maybe I can change the future.
- I hope so.
(siren wailing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- They're almost on our asses.
- Just get off mine and
maybe we'll get somewhere.
- [Murphy] I need more time.
- [Simms] I'm afraid we don't have it.
(alarm blaring)
(guns firing)
- [Murphy] It's here in the system.
I know it.
It's some obsolete code.
(guns firing)
(man groaning)
(guns firing)
- They sacrificed their own lives
for the sake of some impossible scheme.
- We're dead anyway.
(siren wailing)
(guns firing)
- There are millions
of others to consider.
(guns firing)
- [Simms] Make it happen, Murphy.
They're almost here.
(guns firing)
- I can guarantee your safety.
(guns firing)
(all shouting)
They will listen to me.
- Seems like they've made up
their minds already, Mr. President.
(all shouting)
(gun firing)
- [Simms] The satellites
have been linked up.
(guns firing)
Come on!
(guns firing)
- It'll just take a couple
of seconds to kick in.
(guns firing)
Dammit!
This stuff is 20 years old, Simms.
You can't expect miracles.
(guns firing)
- It's all we've got.
Make it fucking work.
They're in the next corridor.
(guns firing)
We can't let them destroy us.
(guns firing)
(suspenseful music)
(guns firing)
- I've got it!
(guns firing)
(man groaning)
I've completed the dial uplink.
We've got the launch codes.
- Don't do this.
You'll destroy us all!
- Shut him up, Bryant!
(guns firing)
- It's too late, son.
(guns firing)
(timer beeping)
- Press the fucking button, Murphy.
Press the fucking button!
- I'm almost-
- Come on, come on!
(gun firing)
(man groaning)
- There!
- [Automated Voice] Manual
Launch sequence engaged.
10, nine-
- Help me.
- [Automated Voice] Eight,
seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one, zero.
(gun firing)
Manual launch sequence aborted.
Launch aborted.
- It's over now, sir.
Your timing's impeccable.
(dramatic music)
It is too bad.
(gun firing)
(crowd applauding and cheering)
Thank you.
We are a nation striving
for a world without chaos.
A world finally at peace with itself.
(audience applauding)
I will do everything in my power-
- Arnie.
- Yeah, I know.
I'll wait here.
- [President] Like food for the hungry.
Shelter for the homeless-
- Hey, buddy.
Let's get this heap outta here.
(engine revving)
(crowd cheering)
- We must begin at the beginning.
At the very grass roots
of greed and gain
that are rapidly choking the
life out of this great nation.
(audience applauding)
A world that is self-sustaining.
A beacon of hope for future generations.
Projects like the space station,
a bastion of fear at the
expense of starving children.
(crowd cheering)
It will be the goal of my office
to ensure a world united
without war or weapon.
This, I promise to you.
(crowd cheering)
(band music)
God bless you all.
God bless America.
Thank you.
(marching band music)
(crowd cheering)
God bless America.
Thank you.
(tense music)
(crowd cheering)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
- Sir, we have to talk.
This is urgent.
Your life and the lives
of millions depend on it.
- I know the world's a mess,
but we have some time yet.
- I know everything
about you, Mr. President.
That's why we have to
talk now, and in private.
Future of the world, our
very existence depends on it.
- Bring them along.
(tense music continues)
You won't need that weapon here.
Why did you call me, Mr. President?
- Sir,
I know you'll find this hard to believe.
But I'm not of this time.
I'm from the future,
a future where you become world President.
- You say you're from the future.
Can you prove it?
- (chuckles) You can either
write me off as a lunatic,
or you can hear me out.
I'm from the year 2022.
We were under attack.
My shuttle escape pod
went into a wormhole.
- [President] A wormhole, what is that?
- It's a,
a time displacement which brought me here
30 years in the past.
- Tell me more about
becoming the world President.
- In 2021, all nations unite
under a single ruling body.
You became chairman.
The world President.
- That's very interesting.
We were just discussing that possibility.
Weren't we, Mr. Freeman?
(ominous music)
- It's a setup,
to bring me here.
- [President] Miss Donaldson,
can you explain your traitorous acts?
- She's with us.
- That's right, you moron.
You've been trying to
kill him from day one.
We could learn so much from him.
He can help our plan.
Further our cause.
- What about the flight recorder?
- You betrayed me.
- You are not of this
time, Captain Raynor.
Your presence here, it's
inherently dangerous.
We cannot allow, how shall I put this,
a second coming.
I think we've heard enough.
(Michael grunts)
(intense music)
- Mother.
No!
(gun firing)
(both grunting)
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
- Christ!
I'm getting tired of this guy.
- Miss Donaldson.
What is your first name?
- [Karen] Karen.
- Karen.
Can you explain the killing of our people?
- I felt it was priority to
keep Michael Raynor alive.
- At any expense?
- Yes.
- [Michael] Nice timing, Arnie.
Get us outta here!
(tires screeching)
Take it easy, will ya?
There are enough guys
trying to kill me already.
- [President] Perhaps
you can shed some light
on what just happened.
- I'm not sure exactly.
It's like a dream.
It's a vision of the future.
- A vision of our future.
(car revving)
Today is Captain Raynor's birthday.
It must have something
to do with his birth.
The mother.
- We've gotta get to my
mother before they do.
- Your mother?
- Yeah.
If they kill her, I can't be born.
If that happens,
well, I couldn't be sitting
here next to you now.
- Ah, man.
Look, this is really getting weird.
- Tell me about it.
- No Raynor and the world is ours.
Eliminate the mother and all
of our problems will be solved.
Karen.
I have a job for you.
- No, mom.
I'm fine.
Yes.
I'm getting ready to
go to the hospital now.
No, I'll be okay.
I'll meet you there, alright?
Alright, bye.
(tense music)
(car approaching)
(dog barking)
(kids screaming)
(tense music continues)
(toy squeaking)
(door creaking)
(engine revving)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
- Arnie, I think you missed the turn.
- Oh, shit!
(tense music continues)
- That's alright.
Take a right here.
(tense music continues)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(woman screams)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- Oh, my God.
(gun cocking)
- Arnie, get rid of the body.
(tense music)
Mrs. Raynor?
I'm here to take you to the hospital.
- What's going on here?
Who were these men?
- Don't worry about them now.
We've gotta get you to the hospital.
- Look, I'm not going anywhere with you.
I'm gonna call the police. (groans)
- You've got to trust me.
Please.
Please!
- Who are you?
- I'm here to help.
Arnie, we're gonna need an ambulance.
Come on.
- Okay.
- You're gonna be okay.
- Yeah.
- [Michael] Come on.
- Yeah, look, we need
an ambulance right away.
Uh, the address.
Oh, God.
It's, um, 531, East Roth.
Yeah, yeah, I think.
You got that?
Great.
- Take it easy now.
Here we go.
(woman grunts)
(tense music)
(gun firing)
- Ah.
- God, no!
- Oh, Michael.
What happens now?
(ambulance siren wailing)
(woman groaning)
- I know it's hard.
You can just keep pushing.
(woman moaning)
- Hold on.
Just hold on.
(siren wailing)
(woman groaning)
- Calm down.
If you push a little
more, we've almost got it.
- I can't.
It hurts.
- Keep on pushing.
(siren wailing)
I've got it.
I've got it.
Hand me those scissors.
(baby crying)
(car horns honking)
(siren wailing)
- Is it okay?
- It's fine.
- What is it?
- (sighing) It's a boy.
(woman sobbing)
(siren wailing)
- His name is Michael.
- I know.
(siren wailing)
(radio chattering)
(woman groaning)
- Frank, you better hurry.
We're losing her.
- How much further?
How much further?
(siren wailing)
- Who are you?
(dramatic orchestral music)
- I'm a friend.
You rest now.
You'll be alright.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- [Woman 2] Something wrong.
The baby's not breathing.
- Michael.
- He's not crying.
- Nurse.
Can't you do something?
(machine beeping rapidly)
(machine flatlining)
(dramatic orchestral music)
I've lost you again.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(tires screeching)
- [Nurse] What the hell are you doing?
(gun firing)
(nurse groaning)
- It won't matter to you.
Now give me your gun.
- Get out of the truck.
Come on, let's go.
Let's move.
(machine beeping)
- Well, Captain Raynor.
You certainly put a wrinkle or
two in my campaign schedule.
But no matter,
I want the baby.
I'm looking forward to see
what'll happen to you, Captain,
when I kill the child.
Give me the child.
(tense music)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- Okay, Michael, be careful.
- I will.
- Okay.
- Let's try this way.
(tense music)
Arnie, where the hell are you?
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(man screams)
Arnie, think you can handle this?
- I think I can get 'em to follow me.
- Take risks.
I'm going to find Karen.
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(man grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Side bank, corner pocket.
(gun firing)
(man grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
(gun firing)
- Come on!
(gun firing)
I'll tear you apart,
you little bag of shit.
- Eat my shorts!
(guns firing)
(Freeman grunts)
God, I hit him.
(suspenseful music)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(man grunts)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Karen.
You alright?
- Yes, I am.
- How's he?
- He seems alright, but we need
to get him to the hospital.
- We gotta go now.
- [Freeman] How about a
picnic, ladies and gentlemen?
(suspenseful music)
- Hello, Karen, my dear.
- You're not getting this baby.
- Yes, I am.
I'm gonna deal with both Raynors today.
The future and the present.
You could've been part of our new world
but you defied me for the last time.
- I'm unarmed, Mr. Freeman.
- You wear your heart on
your sleeve, don't you?
- We are the stronger
and we will dominate.
- Are you gonna shoot me in cold blood?
- It is my destiny.
- It's a long way down.
(tense music)
- No!
(gun firing)
(all grunting)
(President screaming)
(wind whooshing)
(body thudding)
(wind whooshing)
- I think your alien visa just expired.
- Are you alright?
(suspenseful music)
(Michael grunting)
(wind whooshing)
(baby crying)
- Michael.
- Stay away.
(baby crying)
(electricity crackling)
(baby crying)
- He did us all a big
favor, didn't he, Karen?
- More than he'll ever know.
(baby crying)
- [Michael] If I can live in the past,
maybe I can change the future.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
- [PA] All military personnel
to Silo A4 immediately.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
Code-9 alert.
Defensive procedures are now in effect.
- [Man 1] Alright, let's go, let's go!
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- [Man 2] Take that, stand back.
- [PA] Civilian personnel,
evacuation done.
Civilian personnel, evacuation done.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(wind whooshing)
Group 9, alert.
Defensive procedures now in effect.
Defensive procedures now in effect.
Murphy, report to level S6.
- [Bryant] Told you, Simms.
We've run outta time.
- [Simms] Try database D.
- [Bryant] It's useless.
This equipment is useless.
- [Simms] I don't wanna
hear your bullshit!
Just keep trying.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- This is insanity.
The President will never go for this.
- Bryant.
Can't you get it through
that thick skull of yours?
There is nobody else.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- This isn't gonna work.
(computer beeping)
- [Simms] Bryant, get over here.
Quick.
- What've you got?
(computer beeping)
- [Simms] Shit!
(static hissing)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(laser blasting)
(explosion booming)
(laser blasting)
(computer beeping)
Goddammit.
What is he gonna do?
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
Damn, this equipment
is outta the dark ages.
Can't do shit with this.
- I've got something.
I found 11 long range S-S-20's.
- Where?
- Ukraine, just South of Kiev.
Goddamn bastards kept it hidden
from us for all these years.
- Thank God for that.
- You guys crazy?
The President will never-
- Forget the goddamn President.
Anyway, we don't know
whether he's dead or alive.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(siren wailing)
(laser blasting)
(explosions booming)
(lasers blasting)
- They're getting closer.
We're all gonna die.
- Simms, if we can re-route
the computer uplink,
then we might be able to launch them.
- We can use the space station.
- We've gotta get through
to Captain Raynor now.
- They're under attack.
They haven't responded to
any of our transmissions.
- We've gotta keep trying.
Without Raynor, we're history.
(suspenseful music)
(lasers blasting)
- Caroline!
(alarm blaring)
(lasers blasting)
God, no!
(indistinct)
- I'm gonna be gone.
- No.
You're gonna be alright.
I'm gonna get us both outta here somehow.
(lasers blasting)
- I love you, Michael Raynor.
I always have and I always will.
You're our last hope.
(dramatic music)
(lasers blasting)
(siren wailing)
(laser blasting)
(explosion booming)
(laser blasting)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(lasers blasting)
(lasers blasting)
(wind whooshing)
(wind whooshing)
(ship whooshing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(all chattering indistinctly)
- Dr. Withers, I got
your preliminary data.
- [PA] Radioactive alert
no longer in effect.
Radioactive alert no longer in effect.
- Hey.
- Karen.
- What've we got?
- A UFO, possibly,
not ours anyways.
Electromagnetic readings are low.
Checking for radiation.
I've put it into an isolation field.
- Any little green men?
- (laughing) Not tonight.
- Did you check with NORAD?
Any unusual courses, unusual behavior?
- Nothing.
Came down like a rock.
- Oh, God.
Why does this stuff always happen
in the middle of the night?
- They always happen in
the middle of the night.
For the past six years, you and I
have been playing cat and mouse.
So, it's always been in
the middle of the night.
- Did they find any excess debris?
- Nothing yet.
- Look at this.
It's not what I expected.
It's not...
Oh.
It's charred.
It's organic matter.
It means there's an oxygen
base to whatever this thing is.
Let's get this thing scanned.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(equipment beeping)
(computer beeping)
(door whooshing)
(computer beeping)
- Maybe this is something we're
not supposed to know about.
- Like an escape vessel?
- Yeah, but who escaped and from what?
(man speaking over PA indistinctly)
- Something nasty.
We've gotta get this thing outta here.
- I'm on it.
- What've we got?
- Micro objects.
Very advanced.
- [Karen] Let me see.
It looks standard.
- Super conductors on diamond.
I've never seen anything close to this.
Chips are in my area of expertise.
We checked the pod.
Spectral emission show nothing unusual.
But take a look at this.
Even with our most advanced technology
we're still fooling
around with 32-bit buses.
This is something I've never seen before.
- So, what you're saying is,
this is advanced technology,
but the blood type, it's human.
- You think that's weird?
- Electrodyne Industries.
Indiana.
- I just crossed referenced
through our second data bank.
Electrodyne Industries, Indiana
doesn't exist anywhere in the U.S.
(helicopter whirring)
- We've got company.
- I thought this was a secret operation.
- So did I.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- Colonel Freeman, Intelligence
and Security Command.
- I know who you are, Freeman.
I.S.C.
Very impressive.
What's with all the man power?
- Donaldson, have your people packed up
and outta here in one hour.
You know the procedure.
- [Karen] What procedure?
- We'll be taking over from here.
My authorization, Ms. Donaldson.
From the top.
I want you people to secure
all the data immediately.
And nobody, I mean nobody
leaves this site without
being searched first.
- Yes, sir.
You two men, come with me.
- I want confirmation
for this authorization.
I'm not giving up my investigation.
- Your investigation is over.
You've got one hour.
- We'll see about this.
- Donaldson, don't screw with me.
Up to now, you've been a
good, little girl scout.
Don't blow it.
I've got my orders, now you've got yours.
This situation is not for
publication of the Air Force.
Nor to any other cell members.
Do we understand each other?
- [Man] Hey, you.
Over there.
Nobody leaves the area
without being searched.
- What should we do?
- What the man says.
- So we just forget about all this?
Walk away from it?
It doesn't sound like you.
- No, it doesn't.
Does it?
(dramatic orchestral music)
(wings flapping)
(crow cawing)
(birds chirping)
(horses galloping)
(birds chirping)
(door creaking)
(clock ticking)
(fire crackling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(apple thudding)
(wind whooshing)
(wind whooshing)
- What the...
(gun firing)
- Who the hell are you?
Whe-where are you from?
- You just relax.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.
- I'm calling the sheriff.
- Sit down!
I want some answers.
Like, where the hell am I?
- Jackson County.
Close to Wheaton.
(tense music)
- United America?
- I don't know what
you're talking about, but,
this is Washington state.
- What day is it?
- Day?
Wednesday, but...
- October 6th, 1992.
The wormhole.
Jesus.
This can't be happening.
- I don't know nothing
about any worm whatever.
- You mentioned a town.
- Wheaton, a mile or so south
on the main road outside there.
- A wind.
The Air Force base, of course.
I'm gonna need some clothes.
Call it a loan.
(explosions booming)
(lasers blasting)
- This isn't gonna work.
Without Raynor-
- Forget about him.
He doesn't exist.
If he managed to get through
the wormhole and survived,
there'll be a better place than this
if we don't do something soon.
- Murphy, what if he went into the past?
- Suppose he did.
- Well, he might be able to-
- Give it up, Bryant.
(birds chirping)
(crow cawing)
(vehicle approaching)
- The pod.
What's happened to the pod?
(crow cawing)
My only link.
(birds chirping)
(eagle screeching)
(xylophone music)
- Where the hell is that sheriff?
I must have called over an hour ago.
(tense music)
Who the hell are you?
- Colonel Freeman, I.S.C.
Where is he?
- What are you doing here?
- Where did he go?
Search the place.
- Yes, sir.
- What are you guys doing?
- Where is he?
- How the hell should I know?
He's some escape lunatic or something.
- What did he look like?
- Blue eyes.
Medium height.
He took my jeans.
Stole my brown leather jacket.
- What did he say?
- I told you.
He was nuts.
Talked about worms or something.
- Worms?
- Yeah.
(tense music)
What are you guys doing?
You can't just come in here and-
- Oh, yes.
Yes, we can.
(man grunting)
(bones cracking)
(man grunting)
(country music)
(door creaking)
(tense music)
(gun firing)
- You're not from around here, are you?
- Do I know you?
- Oh, I'm afraid not.
- You wouldn't have the scan,
uh telephone number of the
Air Force base, just outside town.
- It's over here.
I'll get it for you.
(dramatic music)
- Afternoon, Mabel.
- The usual?
- Yep.
(tense music)
- [Radio] In other news another meteorite
was spotted last night.
Military sources say that
most of the meteorite
was destroyed on impact.
(tense music)
- Could you put a shot of rye in that?
- Of course.
- You!
Come here.
Have you seen anyone unusual this morning?
- [Mable] You mean, besides you?
- Don't try my patience, lady.
- [Man] Mabel, your number six is ready.
Mabel, your number six is ready!
- I expect an answer.
- Hey, take it easy.
I don't know nothing.
- [Radio] This, I promise to
you, the people of this great-
(tense music)
God bless you all.
(woman gasping)
- It's him!
Get down!
(gun firing)
(Mabel screaming)
(guns firing)
(Mabel screaming)
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
- Come on, get in!
Hurry up!
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
(alarm blaring)
- [PA] Battle station.
Alien enforcers advancing on position.
Battle station.
(alarm blaring)
- Sir.
Anders has been completely destroyed.
Along with Neradin Sac.
We could be overrun at any moment.
- Just make sure we've got enough time
before the party begins.
- Yes, sir.
(alarm blaring)
(explosion booming)
- [Karen] I think we've lost Freeman.
- Who are you?
- Karen Donaldson, Special Projects.
Astrophysics, Washington State.
- Special Projects?
- Yeah, like you.
- And what would someone
like you know about me?
- Well, I know that you
came down in that pod.
And I know you're responsible
for the advanced technology.
Technology that doesn't exist.
- What about our little friend back there?
- He's in the military.
- I just wanna know why you're helping me?
- I'm curious.
- About me?
- Yes, and about why Freeman
is so hot on your trail.
(Michael wincing)
Oh, Jesus.
What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
But no hospitals.
(dramatic music)
They'll find me.
- Well, I know where we can go.
(birds chirping)
(dog barking)
Carl!
Carl!
- Karen.
- Carl, help me.
- Who's this?
- Electrodyne Industries.
- You look bad.
Holy shit.
(Michael groaning)
- Where should we put him?
- Take him in my bedroom.
- Be careful.
- Yeah.
- (grunting) Oh, man!
(Michael breathing heavily)
- Ugh!
Oh.
It looks like the bullet
went right through.
- My pouch.
Dermaplast, in my pouch.
- What?
- Spray it on.
Aah!
- What is it?
- It stops the bleeding.
Regenerates cells.
- [Carl] Who the hell is this guy, Karen?
- Raynor?
Raynor?
So much for my interrogation.
- This is crazy.
What are we gonna do with him?
(Karen sighing)
- We're gonna let him rest.
- Okay.
You better hide your car.
I'll be right back.
You stay inside.
- Okay.
Carl.
- You don't have to explain anything.
- If Freeman catches us-
- I never liked Freeman.
Gives me the creeps.
(door clicking)
(dog barking)
- [Karen] He said, it carried
him 30 years into the past.
- A wormhole.
Theoretically, they exist.
Nah, but that's incredible.
- Well, that's what he said.
- And he was trying to escape
some kind of alien invasion.
- An alien invasion of Earth.
- Either he's out of his mind
or we're in very deep shit.
- But we need proof.
And so does he, if he wants
anyone to believe his story.
- Maybe that's why Freeman's after him.
- But Freeman wants something more.
- Like the flight recorder.
- And I know where they're hiding it.
(tense music)
- You!
You're one of them, aren't you?
Aren't you?
You didn't even know you were hit.
- [Carl] What's going on in there?
- It's okay, Carl.
- So the invasion's already begun.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- A trap.
And I was stupid enough
to walk right into it.
This is the way it all started, isn't it?
Freaks like you, infiltrating.
Scouting out the lay of the land
and then you move in for the kill.
I'm seeing history in the making.
- There is no invasion.
That's not why we're here.
- I was there.
I saw it.
I know how it all turns out, remember?
I saw a million ships
out there on the edge.
(electricity crackling)
(Michael grunting)
Shit!
Not again.
- Raynor,
(Michael screaming)
(wind whooshing)
(dramatic music)
- My flight recorder.
(intense music)
(explosion booming)
- What was that?
- I don't know.
It happened before, this morning.
So vivid.
It was a look at my future.
I have to go there.
- But if you go there, you'll die.
- I don't have a choice.
(dog barking)
(doors clicking)
- I think we have a serious problem.
Freeman just showed up
with a couple of his goons.
We've to get going.
- We've gotta go.
Look, I'm on your side.
Let's go.
- I'll keep our friends busy.
Take these.
(keys jingling)
Can't use your car.
They'll be looking for it.
I'll stall Freeman.
- Colonel Freeman.
- Yeah.
I know who you are.
What do you want?
- Where are they?
- Where's who?
- Don't play games, Withers.
Where are they?
- Get down!
(guns firing)
(man groaning)
(man groaning)
- Get 'em!
(suspenseful music)
- [Karen] Look out!
They're right behind us.
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
Come on, step on it.
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
- Arnie!
Turn that shit down and go get
a lube job like I asked you.
Arnie?
(upbeat music)
Ah, go fuck yourself, turd brain.
(suspenseful music)
(guns firing)
- [Michael] This guy's crazy!
(suspenseful music continues )
(country music)
I get older
I think we just get tired
So all that we hope for
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Karen] Are you sure you
know what you're doing?
- [Michael] I'm doing the best I can.
(suspenseful music continues)
That was close.
(guns firing)
- Right there.
There's the airport.
- [Michael] Hope there's a plane.
(gun firing)
(Karen screaming)
(engine revving)
- [Michael] Come on, hurry!
(engine revving)
(suspenseful music continues)
(guns firing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(tense music)
(engine humming)
- I hope Carl's alright.
- He's a good man.
Do they know about you?
- No.
That bastard, Freeman.
He knows something's going on
and I'm not in on it.
- Must be someone you can go to.
- We operate in blind cells.
I've never known who our authority is,
but obviously Freeman does.
Raynor, what was that?
Was that actually a look into our future?
- Possibly.
It's got something to do with
the effects of time travel.
It centers around me, but
affects anyone near me.
See, the first time it
happened was this morning.
In the vision the waitress
was killed, but I saved her.
That means I can affect 'em.
- You look worried.
- There could be two of me.
- Oh!
- See, in this time, right
now, I haven't been born yet.
It was the wormhole that brought me here.
- [Karen] A time anomaly.
- It's why we've gotta get
to that flight recorder.
Stop this before it starts.
- In the vision, you died.
- I know.
I just hope I can stop that too.
(Karen gasping)
- Aliens, right?
- [Michael] Who the hell are you?
- Your hostage, man, what do you think?
Arnie Hawksworth.
So, uh, you two gonna fill
me on what's going down here?
I don't quite follow this wormhole-
- Do you know where the old
hanger on the air base is?
- Uh-huh.
- [Karen] Can you get us there?
- Look, forget it.
I took a joyride ride in this crate once,
flew over the place.
We're talking major
military camp here, man.
But, I do know a place nearby.
Get your truck, maybe take the back roads.
- And you'll take us there?
- Why not?
I'm what you might call adventurous.
By the way, you're almost outta gas.
Heard a shot back there.
Your tank's probably got a hole in it.
- Shit.
(console beeping)
- [Arnie] We're losing power.
(engine spluttering)
- [Michael] We're going down here, folks.
- [Arnie] Just land this thing!
Will you?
- [Michael] Leave the
flying to me, will you?
I know what I'm doing.
- Look, there's, there's a barn!
(console beeping)
Oh, God!
(birds chirping)
Nice landing, Raynor.
- This is the right place?
- You bet.
Truck's right over here.
- Don't tell me.
This thing runs?
- You bet.
354 barrel.
My friend, Harry Moonblanket
runs the odd late night load in it.
- Oh!
What kind of a business
does your buddy run?
- Hey, you don't wanna know.
You'll need these.
(engine cranking)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [PA] Rear guard to Main Level 3.
- Mr. President.
We're glad to see you still alive, sir.
- Just what do you people
think you're up to?
- We've found some missiles near Kiev.
We're trying to trace the launching code
through our data bank.
It's near impossible to find.
- If we do that, we'll be
able to blow those bastards
back to where they came from.
- You will do no such thing.
I have not devoted my entire life,
every ounce of my being,
to maintain some humanity,
some sense of reason,
to see it all destroyed
in one impulsive stroke
by you near-sighted fools.
- Mr. President, it's too late for that.
- I will tell you when it is too late.
Don't you presume to know
what is the greater good.
We cannot hope to defeat their armies.
To defend ourselves further
will lead to genocide.
Our salvation leaves us
with a single choice.
And in the end, it is I who will choose.
You see, I have contacted the aliens.
Treaty has been negotiated.
They are prepared to stop the invasion
if we end our resistance now.
- You are jeopardizing the lives-
- The Blood of our own people.
You expect us to-
- There will be no missile fire.
You will stop this insanity, now.
(explosions booming)
(alarm blaring)
- Now!
Go, go, go, go, go!
(alarm blaring)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(explosion booming)
(guns firing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(explosion booming)
(man coughing)
- [PA] Internal security breach.
Internal security breach.
- This is an act of treason.
- Mr. President, let's
just agree to disagree.
(gun firing)
(men groaning)
Please, sir.
Don't make me do this.
(crickets chirping)
- Arnie, you stay here
and keep an eye out.
- Wait a minute, I thought
I was going with you guys.
- We may need to get
out of here in a hurry.
- Okay, I'll hang out here.
(door clicking)
- You know the way up.
Lead on.
(hands thudding)
(Karen gasps)
Jesus!
Arnie!
- You were supposed to wait in the truck.
- Thought I heard something.
- Quiet.
This way.
(distant chattering)
- [Man] Cargo Dock Level 1, receiving.
- Hey, Raynor.
- Yeah?
- If those aliens you
told me about look human,
how do we know the difference?
- They don't feel pain.
- Yeah, but how do we-
- Look.
If they shoot at you,
they're probably aliens.
Now, keep it down.
I've got to find that flight recorder.
I'll try this way.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(people chattering)
- What have you got?
- I got something.
(equipment beeping)
(computer beeping)
(man grunting)
(gun firing)
(man groaning)
(alarm blaring)
(man grunting)
- [PA] Intruder!
Intruder on premises.
Intruder!
Intruder on premises.
(gun firing)
- [Man] Save the pod!
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- [Man] There's only two of them.
- I got it.
Now, let's get out.
We've only got a few minutes.
- Down to your right!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
(guns firing)
Come on, come on, come on!
(guns firing)
- Move!
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
Hurry!
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
Now, hurry!
- [Man] They've gone out the back side.
This way, this way.
Go, go, go, go!
(timer beeping)
- [Man] Down the rafters!
(gun firing)
Come on, come on, come on!
(suspenseful music)
- [Michael] Only a few seconds.
Come on!
- [Man] Hurry, hurry, hurry!
- [Michael] Hold on!
- [Man] Getting out the back!
Let's go!
(suspenseful music continues)
Come on, come on!
Don't let 'em get away!
(timer beeping)
(explosion booming)
- Come on, let's go!
(fire crackling)
(explosion booming)
(men shouting)
(gun firing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
- I think I'm on to something.
- There are millions
of others to consider.
I can guarantee your safety.
They will listen to me.
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(alarm blaring)
(engine revving)
- Karen, you say you're not really human?
Too bad.
You're better looking
than Mrs. Carol back home.
- Thanks, Arnie.
- You're more human than you think.
(car honking)
- Okay.
Seattle, everybody.
Found it all by myself.
- Thanks for helping us back there.
- Ah, it was nothing.
I think the street we want
should be the next right.
(dramatic music)
(typewriter keys clicking)
(machine beeping)
- This stuff is so complicated.
And this system is so outmoded
I'm having trouble
breaking the security code.
It's not interfacing properly.
- What if it got damaged,
coming through the wormhole?
- Hold on.
That's it.
I got it.
(computer beeping)
(static hissing)
- I wanna know how we can use this.
- I think I can transfer it to laser disc.
But we need to convince somebody.
Somebody who can handle this information.
Someone we can trust.
(tense music)
- Neila.
- [Karen] Neila?
- John Neila.
First senator.
In my time, he's world president.
He knew something was wrong.
He's the one to see.
- And he's been hitting
hard at all the money spent
on the S.D.I. space station.
- If we had that when this all started
we might have had a chance.
No, we've gotta get to this guy Neila.
He's having a rally tomorrow.
We'll be there.
(scoffs) Well, that's the
final irony, isn't it?
- [Karen] What is?
- Tomorrow is my birthday.
Literally.
- Oh!
Happy birthday, Raynor.
(Michael scoffs)
I'm gonna finish this tomorrow.
(computer beeping)
(footsteps thudding)
(explosion booming)
- I love you, Michael Raynor.
I always have and I always will.
You're our last hope.
- I'm sorry.
- (chuckling) It's not your fault.
I just wanted to let you know.
I appreciate what you've done.
- I feel as though I've betrayed you.
- No, no.
If anything, you were betrayed,
by your own people.
You know,
for the first time,
I feel like I'm here for a reason.
- Maybe it's fate.
- If I can live in the past
maybe I can change the future.
- I hope so.
(siren wailing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(all shouting)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- They're almost on our asses.
- Just get off mine and
maybe we'll get somewhere.
- [Murphy] I need more time.
- [Simms] I'm afraid we don't have it.
(alarm blaring)
(guns firing)
- [Murphy] It's here in the system.
I know it.
It's some obsolete code.
(guns firing)
(man groaning)
(guns firing)
- They sacrificed their own lives
for the sake of some impossible scheme.
- We're dead anyway.
(siren wailing)
(guns firing)
- There are millions
of others to consider.
(guns firing)
- [Simms] Make it happen, Murphy.
They're almost here.
(guns firing)
- I can guarantee your safety.
(guns firing)
(all shouting)
They will listen to me.
- Seems like they've made up
their minds already, Mr. President.
(all shouting)
(gun firing)
- [Simms] The satellites
have been linked up.
(guns firing)
Come on!
(guns firing)
- It'll just take a couple
of seconds to kick in.
(guns firing)
Dammit!
This stuff is 20 years old, Simms.
You can't expect miracles.
(guns firing)
- It's all we've got.
Make it fucking work.
They're in the next corridor.
(guns firing)
We can't let them destroy us.
(guns firing)
(suspenseful music)
(guns firing)
- I've got it!
(guns firing)
(man groaning)
I've completed the dial uplink.
We've got the launch codes.
- Don't do this.
You'll destroy us all!
- Shut him up, Bryant!
(guns firing)
- It's too late, son.
(guns firing)
(timer beeping)
- Press the fucking button, Murphy.
Press the fucking button!
- I'm almost-
- Come on, come on!
(gun firing)
(man groaning)
- There!
- [Automated Voice] Manual
Launch sequence engaged.
10, nine-
- Help me.
- [Automated Voice] Eight,
seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one, zero.
(gun firing)
Manual launch sequence aborted.
Launch aborted.
- It's over now, sir.
Your timing's impeccable.
(dramatic music)
It is too bad.
(gun firing)
(crowd applauding and cheering)
Thank you.
We are a nation striving
for a world without chaos.
A world finally at peace with itself.
(audience applauding)
I will do everything in my power-
- Arnie.
- Yeah, I know.
I'll wait here.
- [President] Like food for the hungry.
Shelter for the homeless-
- Hey, buddy.
Let's get this heap outta here.
(engine revving)
(crowd cheering)
- We must begin at the beginning.
At the very grass roots
of greed and gain
that are rapidly choking the
life out of this great nation.
(audience applauding)
A world that is self-sustaining.
A beacon of hope for future generations.
Projects like the space station,
a bastion of fear at the
expense of starving children.
(crowd cheering)
It will be the goal of my office
to ensure a world united
without war or weapon.
This, I promise to you.
(crowd cheering)
(band music)
God bless you all.
God bless America.
Thank you.
(marching band music)
(crowd cheering)
God bless America.
Thank you.
(tense music)
(crowd cheering)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
- Sir, we have to talk.
This is urgent.
Your life and the lives
of millions depend on it.
- I know the world's a mess,
but we have some time yet.
- I know everything
about you, Mr. President.
That's why we have to
talk now, and in private.
Future of the world, our
very existence depends on it.
- Bring them along.
(tense music continues)
You won't need that weapon here.
Why did you call me, Mr. President?
- Sir,
I know you'll find this hard to believe.
But I'm not of this time.
I'm from the future,
a future where you become world President.
- You say you're from the future.
Can you prove it?
- (chuckles) You can either
write me off as a lunatic,
or you can hear me out.
I'm from the year 2022.
We were under attack.
My shuttle escape pod
went into a wormhole.
- [President] A wormhole, what is that?
- It's a,
a time displacement which brought me here
30 years in the past.
- Tell me more about
becoming the world President.
- In 2021, all nations unite
under a single ruling body.
You became chairman.
The world President.
- That's very interesting.
We were just discussing that possibility.
Weren't we, Mr. Freeman?
(ominous music)
- It's a setup,
to bring me here.
- [President] Miss Donaldson,
can you explain your traitorous acts?
- She's with us.
- That's right, you moron.
You've been trying to
kill him from day one.
We could learn so much from him.
He can help our plan.
Further our cause.
- What about the flight recorder?
- You betrayed me.
- You are not of this
time, Captain Raynor.
Your presence here, it's
inherently dangerous.
We cannot allow, how shall I put this,
a second coming.
I think we've heard enough.
(Michael grunts)
(intense music)
- Mother.
No!
(gun firing)
(both grunting)
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
- Christ!
I'm getting tired of this guy.
- Miss Donaldson.
What is your first name?
- [Karen] Karen.
- Karen.
Can you explain the killing of our people?
- I felt it was priority to
keep Michael Raynor alive.
- At any expense?
- Yes.
- [Michael] Nice timing, Arnie.
Get us outta here!
(tires screeching)
Take it easy, will ya?
There are enough guys
trying to kill me already.
- [President] Perhaps
you can shed some light
on what just happened.
- I'm not sure exactly.
It's like a dream.
It's a vision of the future.
- A vision of our future.
(car revving)
Today is Captain Raynor's birthday.
It must have something
to do with his birth.
The mother.
- We've gotta get to my
mother before they do.
- Your mother?
- Yeah.
If they kill her, I can't be born.
If that happens,
well, I couldn't be sitting
here next to you now.
- Ah, man.
Look, this is really getting weird.
- Tell me about it.
- No Raynor and the world is ours.
Eliminate the mother and all
of our problems will be solved.
Karen.
I have a job for you.
- No, mom.
I'm fine.
Yes.
I'm getting ready to
go to the hospital now.
No, I'll be okay.
I'll meet you there, alright?
Alright, bye.
(tense music)
(car approaching)
(dog barking)
(kids screaming)
(tense music continues)
(toy squeaking)
(door creaking)
(engine revving)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
- Arnie, I think you missed the turn.
- Oh, shit!
(tense music continues)
- That's alright.
Take a right here.
(tense music continues)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(woman screams)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- Oh, my God.
(gun cocking)
- Arnie, get rid of the body.
(tense music)
Mrs. Raynor?
I'm here to take you to the hospital.
- What's going on here?
Who were these men?
- Don't worry about them now.
We've gotta get you to the hospital.
- Look, I'm not going anywhere with you.
I'm gonna call the police. (groans)
- You've got to trust me.
Please.
Please!
- Who are you?
- I'm here to help.
Arnie, we're gonna need an ambulance.
Come on.
- Okay.
- You're gonna be okay.
- Yeah.
- [Michael] Come on.
- Yeah, look, we need
an ambulance right away.
Uh, the address.
Oh, God.
It's, um, 531, East Roth.
Yeah, yeah, I think.
You got that?
Great.
- Take it easy now.
Here we go.
(woman grunts)
(tense music)
(gun firing)
- Ah.
- God, no!
- Oh, Michael.
What happens now?
(ambulance siren wailing)
(woman groaning)
- I know it's hard.
You can just keep pushing.
(woman moaning)
- Hold on.
Just hold on.
(siren wailing)
(woman groaning)
- Calm down.
If you push a little
more, we've almost got it.
- I can't.
It hurts.
- Keep on pushing.
(siren wailing)
I've got it.
I've got it.
Hand me those scissors.
(baby crying)
(car horns honking)
(siren wailing)
- Is it okay?
- It's fine.
- What is it?
- (sighing) It's a boy.
(woman sobbing)
(siren wailing)
- His name is Michael.
- I know.
(siren wailing)
(radio chattering)
(woman groaning)
- Frank, you better hurry.
We're losing her.
- How much further?
How much further?
(siren wailing)
- Who are you?
(dramatic orchestral music)
- I'm a friend.
You rest now.
You'll be alright.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- [Woman 2] Something wrong.
The baby's not breathing.
- Michael.
- He's not crying.
- Nurse.
Can't you do something?
(machine beeping rapidly)
(machine flatlining)
(dramatic orchestral music)
I've lost you again.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(tires screeching)
- [Nurse] What the hell are you doing?
(gun firing)
(nurse groaning)
- It won't matter to you.
Now give me your gun.
- Get out of the truck.
Come on, let's go.
Let's move.
(machine beeping)
- Well, Captain Raynor.
You certainly put a wrinkle or
two in my campaign schedule.
But no matter,
I want the baby.
I'm looking forward to see
what'll happen to you, Captain,
when I kill the child.
Give me the child.
(tense music)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- Okay, Michael, be careful.
- I will.
- Okay.
- Let's try this way.
(tense music)
Arnie, where the hell are you?
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(man screams)
Arnie, think you can handle this?
- I think I can get 'em to follow me.
- Take risks.
I'm going to find Karen.
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(man grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Side bank, corner pocket.
(gun firing)
(man grunts)
(suspenseful music continues)
(gun firing)
- Come on!
(gun firing)
I'll tear you apart,
you little bag of shit.
- Eat my shorts!
(guns firing)
(Freeman grunts)
God, I hit him.
(suspenseful music)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(man grunts)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Karen.
You alright?
- Yes, I am.
- How's he?
- He seems alright, but we need
to get him to the hospital.
- We gotta go now.
- [Freeman] How about a
picnic, ladies and gentlemen?
(suspenseful music)
- Hello, Karen, my dear.
- You're not getting this baby.
- Yes, I am.
I'm gonna deal with both Raynors today.
The future and the present.
You could've been part of our new world
but you defied me for the last time.
- I'm unarmed, Mr. Freeman.
- You wear your heart on
your sleeve, don't you?
- We are the stronger
and we will dominate.
- Are you gonna shoot me in cold blood?
- It is my destiny.
- It's a long way down.
(tense music)
- No!
(gun firing)
(all grunting)
(President screaming)
(wind whooshing)
(body thudding)
(wind whooshing)
- I think your alien visa just expired.
- Are you alright?
(suspenseful music)
(Michael grunting)
(wind whooshing)
(baby crying)
- Michael.
- Stay away.
(baby crying)
(electricity crackling)
(baby crying)
- He did us all a big
favor, didn't he, Karen?
- More than he'll ever know.
(baby crying)
- [Michael] If I can live in the past,
maybe I can change the future.
(dramatic orchestral music)
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