Phantoms

This film contains very strong language.

< SHE TAPS OUT PHONE NUMBER

Ronnie? Hey. It's Leece.

I know. I want to, baby.

Look, I just can't. I've been...

abducted!

I don't know, but she looks a lot like my older sister.

Yeah, the Surgeon General.

You know.

Me too.

Ditto.

I can't talk here.

Take my number and call me back. Area code 303 560...

Ronnie?

Jenny?

That was low.

That was really low.

Thank you(!)

OK. Fine.

I'll stay a month. A month won't be so bad.

Sorry, but Snowfield can't exactly compare to LA,

activity-wise.

Besides, Mom's gonna need me to go back soon.

Mom will be fine, Lisa.

Anyway, it's healthier up here.

Less smog, less gunfire.

I like smog and gunfire.

-Less Ronnie.

-You don't know him.

I know the type.

He's cute.

They always are.

Well, how many people live here?

400 in the winter. In the summer, with the tourists, it can be 4,000.

I guess it's kind of cute, in a dorky sort of way.

Is it always this quiet?

No.

No, it isn't.

Hilda! We're home.

You'll love Hilda. Housekeeper of the gods.

This morning she was promising apple pie.

No message...

Jenny! Jenny!

Go. Stand over there. Go!

Looks like somebody beat the shit out of her.

No.

She died suddenly.

How do you know?

There's no blood.

There's no sign of...a struggle.

God!

What's going on?

SHE TAPS THE RECEIVER

Phone's dead.

Being out of order now is kinda strange.

What if she was killed?

What if the killer's still in the house?

ENGINE DOESN'T START

Shit!

The police station's four blocks.

We'll walk.

OK.

-Are you OK?

-Mmm. I just feel sick.

We're almost there.

PHONE RINGS

It's a disease, Jenny!

-Wait.

-I don't wanna die like this!

Lisa, we're not gonna die!

Calm down.

You brought me here!

I'm sorry.

You're just scared.

I am too.

Just let me do this.

Check the phone.

Anybody...?

BLOOD SQUELCHES

Nothing.

You weren't shooting at a disease, were you, Paul?

He got off three rounds.

More.

He's a pro, right? He hits what he aims at.

So?

Where's the blood?

If it's a disease, what's the gun for?

Whatever.

Do you know how to use it?

I understand the concept.

It's like this.

See? LA's good for something.

Everybody's dead.

No. It can't be.

Not a whole town.

Is there a nuke plant around here?

No.

Big military base?

No.

I thought maybe...it's radiation?

Radiation doesn't kill in a blink.

Besides...

there'd be burns, lesions.

SHE REPEATEDLY TRIES IGNITION

It was running before.

I saw it!

Jacob and Anna Lieberman. This is their bakery. They're always here.

KNOCKING

Let's go round the back.

GATE CREAKS

HEAVY CREAK

Something's there!

Keep moving!

Jacob?

Anna?

The stump's like cauterized!

Some freaking maniac!

One maniac couldn't wipe out a whole town.

LOUD BUZZING

BUZZING STOPS

It's just a bundt cake.

It's just a bundt cake.

THEY SCREAM

Not that way. Out the front.

PHONE RINGS

DISTORTED WHISPERING

Who are you?

WHISPERING CONTINUES

What do you want?

WHISPERING

Come on.

THEY SCREAM

How are you doin'?

What the hell's goin' on here?

Stu, let's go!

Stu?

Stu, you OK?

Yeah.

Fine.

OK.

Can we go yet?

No. Not yet. I want to get a forensics guy here.

A coroner.

JENNY: You can't do that.

Sheriff!

What?

You can't bring people here. It could be toxic.

Whatever got those two was definitely toxic!

They were decapitated.

Not Deputy Henderson or Hilda. That was something else.

We should get them outta here.

You don't know what it is.

Calm down.

You don't want...

I'm in charge here, all right?

I'm gonna go outside, get on the radio,

and figure this thing out.

OK?

OK. Let's go.

Paul Henderson called us.

The line went dead. We came as soon as we could.

He used to be FBI, like me and Bryce.

He was a good cop.

Paul was attacked. Why didn't he see it coming?

Paul didn't make mistakes.

-Just one.

-Excuse me?

HOOTER BLASTS

HOOTER BLASTS AGAIN

SIRENS, BELLS, ALARMS, HOOTERS ALL GO OFF AT ONCE

THE NOISE STOPS

THE SIGN CREAKS

If anybody was alive wouldn't that have brought them out?

LOUD CRASH

JENNY: Those lights - the Candleglow Inn.

Stu!

Steve, bring them.

Stu!

Stu!

Hey, Stu!

Are you OK?

Yeah.

OK. Cos I need you to be OK here.

All right?

I'm OK. Are you OK?

Yeah.

OK, then.

JENNY: Since we've been here, have you heard any barking?

No.

Seen any dogs or cats?

No.

It's off season. Only four rooms booked.

All upstairs.

Let's try the manager's office.

So...

Where do you wanna start...chief?

MUSIC PLAYS

# I fall to pieces... #

HE LOADS HIS GUN

# Each time I see you again

# I fall to pieces

# How can I be just your friend?

# You want me to act like we've never kissed

# You want me to forget

# Pretend we've never met

# And I've tried

# And I've tried but I haven't yet

# You walk by

# And I fall to pieces... #

# I fall to pieces

# Each time someone speaks your name

# I fall to pieces

# Time only adds to the flame

# You tell me to find someone else to love... #

Holy shit!

# And I fall to pieces... #

Hi.

You wanna tell me what happened here?

-<

-What are you doin'?

Oh, Jesus! I was just, er...

Looking for clues?

Yeah.

-Watch the hallway, all right?

-OK.

-(OK?

-Yeah.)

-(Feel sick?

-No.)

Doctor?

Stay here.

Be careful.

Watch the hallway, Stu.

This door was locked from the inside. I had to break it open.

There's nobody in there, so...how'd she get out?

-Through a window?

-There is no window.

Look at this.

Hey.

You wanna see somethin'?

What?

You wanna see somethin'?

No!

Who's Timothy Flyte?

No idea. I was hoping you'd know.

He's no-one local.

-Do you think it's the killer?

-Yeah.

Woman locks herself in to escape him and writes his name,

but why not write a clear message?

She wrote it in lipstick. But where's the tube?

Vanished, along with whoever used it, from a locked, windowless room.

JANGLING NOISE

What is this?

Paul?

-SHANNING:

-It wasn't here before.

A gold tooth.

Like Nazis. Concentration camps. They took anything of value.

Don't touch.

Buttons.

-SHANNING:

-Stripped to their skins.

Beyond the skin.

-LISA:

-Jenny, what...is that?

It's a pacemaker.

-STU SNIGGERS

-You're kidding!

This guy...

This guy's got an edge.

There's no guest named Timothy Flyte.

Seven people checked in. We only found one body.

Where's everybody else?

Maybe they're alive...somewhere.

STU SNIGGERS

It wasn't a mistake. I think we were supposed to come here

and find that message.

I'm gonna run the name "Flyte" by headquarters,

and see what it writes. What?

I don't like this, Ben.

-That was not here before!

-No way.

RADIO: # Fall to pieces

# Each time I see you again

STU WHISTLES ALONG # I fall to pieces... #

WOMAN SCREAMS

-WOMAN:

-Help me!

-Cover me! Steve, wait!

-SHANNING:

-NO!

'The message read, "Timothy Flyte, the Ancient Enemy."'

-F-L-Y-T-E.

-'Ten-four, Sheriff.'

Set up a road block and close the entire town.

Nothing gets in, nothing gets out.

And I want armed federal assistance.

'Ten-one. Receiving poorly, Sheriff.'

Fort Sherwood has an anti-terrorist unit for bacteriological threat.

-'Breaking up...'

-Come on!

Fort Sherwood!

I want big fire power. Just send everyone they have.

I have officers dead. Maybe hundreds dead.

'Sheriff...'

Joe!

Come on, Joe!

Hello?

DISTORTED WHISPERING

What IS this?

Same thing I heard on the phone.

DISTORTED WHISPERING

They didn't get the message.

There won't be any help coming.

Of course there will, Lisa.

Not in time.

So...

Guess we're on our own.

Wait a minute, Stu.

Hey! Nobody goes off on their own. We still have a chain of command.

This must be a managed response.

Managed response?!

Sorry, Sheriff, I don't have my book. Is that an FBI term?

-What's your problem, Stu?

-Nothin'.

Just trying to learn to be a better cop.

You know what? That doctor sure is cute.

I'm not having this conversation, Stu.

What conversation, Sheriff?

ANY conversation.

You two hit it off. Be a shame...

I don't know what your problem is, but it's not funny. Cut it out!

I like the little sister, though. You notice...?

STOP!

Shut up, all right? Enough!

Whoa!

Easy, chief.

Easy.

I got witnesses.

Why don't you just calm down?

HE SIGHS

Ow!

Sheriff, is that what you meant by "managed response"?

PHONE RINGS

DISTORTED GURGLING DOWN THE PHONE

DISTORTED WHISPERING

Who are you?

DISTORTED SCREAM

DIALLING TONE

WHIRRING NOISE

-What was that?

-It came from over here.

The window!

-Is that a bird?

-No way.

Even if help's coming it won't be until daybreak.

I wouldn't worry.

Whatever it was won't be coming back in here.

What makes you so sure of that?

Well, for one thing, we probably shot it about 30 times, Sheriff.

You mean it's dead?

STU SCREAMS

OH, NO!

Oh!

THE WIND WHISTLES

It ate through his face.

Consumed...the eyes,

most of the soft tissue...

..and the entire brain.

It's impossible. The brain alone weighs 6 or 7lbs.

It devoured it...in seconds!

And it almost got Lisa.

No.

It wanted Deputy Wargle first.

It wants men like him most of all.

What do you mean, men like him?

Well, it's the devil, don't you think?

Come up from hell tonight.

I think he wants to dance with us.

THUNDER RUMBLES

SIREN WAILS

HE TAPS TYPEWRITER KEYS

-<

-Dr Flyte?

Wilson and Hawthorne. FBI.

We're here to ask about a series of articles you wrote.

The FBI reads Wide World News?!

Only if it's about the... Ancient Enemy.

Based on a treatise I wrote at Oxford.

Got you kicked out.

They weren't quite that rude!

It's a pretty radical theory.

I believed that any theory, supported by evidence,

became open to debate.

But I learned how vindictive the academic community can be.

They're swine. Polite swine, but swine nonetheless.

Convincing the world to consider a new idea

takes perseverance and willingness to fight in any media forum.

Which is why a big-time, payroll biologist like yourself works here.

No. I need the money.

Doctor, come with us.

What for? I'm merely exercising...

It's a matter of national security.

Are you OK?

SLOW DRIPS

How's your sister holding up?

I don't know. She's had a rough time.

Our mother is not exactly... the best role model.

-How do you mean?

-She drinks.

I thought bringing Lisa up here would...help.

Help you or help her?

Both of us.

I have this need to... take charge.

Yeah, I noticed that.

So...Harvard,

a few years with the FBI.

What are you doing here?

He had a gun.

He was hiding in a closet.

And the gun turned out to be a toy.

Carrying his picture with you...

Why torture yourself?

He shouldn't be forgotten.

I need an escort.

I'll do it.

OK. All set.

This is so embarrassing.

-I'll be right outside.

-OK.

GLUTINOUS SQUELCHING

Don't be stupid.

TOILET FLUSHES

You wanna see somethin'?

You...

-..are so fuckin' cute.

-No!

Jenny!

There's nobody in there.

Yes, there was!

They...couldn't just evaporate.

Like the bathroom at the inn - no windows, a locked door...

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR

Yes!

Hey!

They're here!

Thank God!

What the hell...?

Come on!

Reconnaissance. Infrared photography. He's not gonna stop.

I'm getting you guys outta here.

I am a legal resident of the United States.

I have rights. If I'm under arrest I have the right to an attorney.

If I'm not under arrest, this could easily be construed as kidnapping!

If you lot at this newspaper know where Elvis is, we'd like to know.

What?

We've been looking for him for a long time.

-<

-Yes, sir.

The King sure is slippery.

-AS ELVIS:

-# Uh-huh-huh! #

You can't stay here alone, 40 miles from anyplace, anybody!

I gotta be here when the feds show up. Just go, OK?

ENGINE DOESN'T START

-Come on!

-All right, pop the hood.

You gotta be kidding me!

Looks like it's been crushed in a hydraulic press.

DISTORTED WOMAN'S SCREAM

Help me! Please!

Please! Someone! Aaagh! Help me!

No-one's really out there.

It's trying to bait us, like your deputy at the inn.

OK. Let's... Let's go back inside.

Guns won't do it.

We're not just about guns, Dr Flyte.

Why not shoot me dead right now, and save a lot of trouble?

Do you people hire ONLY stunt drivers?

We're interested in the "Ancient Enemy" - the hard science.

History is filled with mysterious disappearances,

for which there's no adequate explanation.

For instance?

December 10, 1939, in the hills outside Nanking, China,

3,000 Chinese soldiers vanished before reaching the battlefield.

No bodies, no graves, no witnesses.

Consider the Mayan cities of Copan, Piedras Negras, Palenque, in 610AD -

deserted overnight.

Hundreds of thousands missing.

Theories of disease or war don't explain why there were no graves.

Families vanished after preparing dinners, but before eating them.

And the disappearance of an English colony on Roanoke Island in 1590.

Many others.

Just what is this thing?

Chaos.

Chaos in the flesh.

This is our field lab.

Bacteriologically secure, built to withstand point-blank mortar fire.

No terrorist can take this thing out.

We're acting after a transmission from Snowfield and an aerial recon.

Our scientific team cover every contingency.

Dr Flyte's name was found in Snowfield.

A victim scrawled it on a mirror.

They must've seen something to lend credence to Dr Flyte's theory.

Oh, well... Breakfast and dinner here.

We're never gonna get out of here!

I don't know what the hell this thing is, but it's playing with us.

The lights, noises on the phone, the moth.

If we keep our heads straight, we'll get out of here.

-I promise.

-How can you be so sure?

VEHICLES APPROACH

Maybe we are gonna make it.

Sheriff Hammond. I thought deputies Wargle and Shanning were here.

Yes. They were...killed during the night.

Then it is ongoing?

Flyte. How do you fit into this?

Reluctantly.

We need to know what the threat is - biological, chemical, or other.

Er...

Well, I'm... I'm leaning toward "other".

LOUD BUZZING

Bernstein House. 214 Vail Street.

They were evidently about to have dinner...

when...

something happened.

Residence of Dr Jennifer Pailey.

Severe trauma, perhaps toxicological injury.

'In the 48 hours prior to these events,'

did you receive reports of power failures, lights in the sky?

We haven't seen any flying saucers.

There should be a major junction box about here.

We'll tap into it, power up the lab.

-<

-Doctor!

Look at this.

Recording.

At the base of the statue of Mary, al...almost like an...an offering.

There's a large accumulation of metal buttons,

wristwatches, jewellery...

All metal.

Not an offering.

Undigested remains.

And a little something preserved and put aside for later,

like a spider might do it.

Got something, Harker.

Some kind of breach in the trunk lines.

Explains the interrupted phone service.

GEIGER COUNTER CLICKS

CLICKING INTENSIFIES

DISTORTED VOICE OF BOY SINGING

Where's it coming from?

-BOY:

-# Yes, Jesus loves me

# Yes, Jesus loves me

# Yes, Jesus loves me

# The Bible tells me so

# Yes, Jesus loves me

# Yes, Jesus loves me

-MUCH LOUDER:

-# Yes, Jesus loves me

# The Bible tells me so. #

There's nothing.

MAN YELLS

Jesus...!

HE CALMS DOWN

HE PANTS

It's... It's sludge, man!

It's just... plain, old stinkin' sewage.

DISTORTED WHISPERING

Oh, my God.

You make that connection?

What've you got?

In the next tunnel.

DISTORTED SCREAM

Velazquez, what the hell is that? Get your ass outta there!

NO!!

Get out!

Now!

Aaagh!

-Help me, Jesus!

-Get out!

YELLING

-Aaagh!

-Velazquez!

YELLING AND SCREECHING

Velazquez!

Jesus Christ!

DISTORTED, INHUMAN SCREECH

Sgt Harker, meet me outside CBW now!

I'm registering no toxic fumes of any kind.

DOOR SLAMS

Here, friend!

Here. At least HE lived through it.

Come on.

But HOW did he live through it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Good dog, huh?

It's OK. Good dog, huh?

That's a good boy.

Better...

Better get away from him.

DOG GROWLS DEEPLY

Jesus Christ! What the hell?

Get back!

AAAAGH!

NO!!

Run!

YELLING

Get up here!

-< DISTORTED:

-Flyte.

You were brought here, Dr Flyte.

Do your research.

Write the gospel.

Go.

It's here!

It's everywhere around us!

Oh, Jesus!

What is this?!

AAAAGH!

AAAGGGGHH!!

AAAGH...!

HE CHOKES

IT SCREECHES

-DISTORTED:

-My flesh.

Study it.

Write the gospel.

But do not try to leave.

Witnesses to the miracle.

I have to run an analysis.

And that's...what I was born to do.

That lab is a tank. We'll get in it and get the hell out.

Against this, the lab's vulnerable.

There are a hundred ways... it could stop us.

Why aren't we dead like the rest of them?

I think it needed us.

To get to Flyte.

It's like he's some kind of...

disciple, or something.

"Write the gospel."

And now Flyte's here.

If it can think, really think... then we're finished.

Maybe it's like flatworm learning.

What?

Some can learn to negotiate a maze.

If you grind them up and feed them to another batch of flatworms,

they can run the maze first try.

They absorb knowledge and the flesh.

They gave me a tour.

The oldest living thing on earth.

Wouldn't we have heard of it? It wasn't shy!

It lives out of sight in the earth. In deep geological structures.

But it comes up to feed.

Rarely.

Mostly it sifts life forms from the soil,

like a whale sifts plankton.

No doubt it feeds on marine life too.

It may lie dormant between feedings for decades.

Over centuries, only a tiny part of its prey has been human beings.

From them it's absorbed knowledge,

acquired intelligence.

It can assume the form of anything it's absorbed?

Even imaginary creatures a victim may have seen in a movie,

or even dreamed about.

So it knows everything people here knew about you.

And about me.

What's happening?

-COMPUTER VOICE:

-Vocal mode initiated.

-DISTORTED:

-Tell the world the end begins here.

-Who are you?

-I am Baal.

I am Belial.

Demons. Devils.

Some victims must've thought it WAS the devil.

It absorbed that concept from them, and believes that's what it is.

Why kill these people?

They are cattle.

You let us live.

One of your species theorised my existence.

It's like learning a difficult trick.

Flyte.

He is my Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

Only in me can you achieve immortality.

Not in God, not in Christ.

Only me.

If we do what you say... will you let us live?

STATIC

CRASH

What's happening?

COMPUTER: Warning - lab stability threatened.

All right, enough!

It's not a devil, just a fucking animal! It can be killed!

It wiped out the dinosaurs - tough fucking customers!

I'm saying I know it's got a weakness!

What weakness?

Ego! Satan had a big ego to think he was greater than God!

And he took a fall.

Right!

That's why it manipulated us into bringing Dr Flyte here.

It wanted you to see it... Show me how to kill this fucking thing.

If we could kill it we wouldn't have a tissue sample!

It only THINKS it's all-powerful.

It's lived too long without fear.

Nothing could touch it. That makes it vulnerable.

HE TAPS KEYBOARD

So what are all these other things we've seen?

Drones. Phantoms.

Sent on a task. Then they return to the mother mass underground.

CRASH

COMPUTER: Warning - lab stability threatened.

I guess so.

How big is this thing?

Big.

-How do you know?

-Logical deduction.

Logic from a guy who writes about Bigfoot for a living.

What about chemicals or acid?

You'd need a truckload. How would you deliver it to the target?

Nukes?

How do you find the target, deliver a bomb to it,

and be sure you got it all?

CRASH

COMPUTER: Warning - microbe sample vault is open.

Warning - microbe sample vault is open.

Aaaggh!

SOLDIERS YELL

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Are you OK?

I was just wondering...

What?

Do you think that all those people it took are still trapped, unaware?

No. No, they're gone.

Dead and gone.

Being trapped inside it would be like going to hell.

It's not that way.

I don't wanna go to hell.

What...?

You've got something?

Petrolatum.

This thing is a lot more complex than petroleum jelly,

but there's a similar ratio of hydrocarbons

and more minerals and chemicals than you'd find in the human body.

Hydrocarbons...

I wonder...

What is it?

Samples of bacteria, virus,

plus a selection of manmade microbes.

Oh, glorious day.

On the double!

CBW 123, this is command post. Do you copy?

What've you got?

CBW hasn't reported in. I can't raise them.

< Major, check this out.

-Jenny...?

-It's all right.

It could hear us only through the electronics. Not now.

What's in the vial?

Biosan 14 - genetically engineered bacteria.

-Manmade disease?

-No. Harmless to us.

It eats crude oil and excretes ecologically harmless byproducts.

They use it to break up oil spills.

Biosan 14 is new and aggressive.

It can survive only in an oil-rich environment.

Each micro-organism reproduces itself every 11 seconds.

It could swarm through oil.

They carry it in case terrorists contaminate an oilfield with it.

You're saying that we can use this stuff

to attack the Ancient Enemy like it was an oil spill, and infect it?

If its hydrocarbon structures are similar to petroleum,

it's a big stretch, but...

It's gonna wonder why the power's off. It knows we're up to something.

It doesn't fear us. It believes it's immortal.

Maybe it is.

Is one vial enough?

If it reproduces every 11 seconds we could culture more in an hour.

True. OK.

We need to get at the mother mass,

and we need a delivery system for this stuff.

And if we do that... will it kill it all?

Unless there's a nucleus, a small inner core,

that can tear loose and survive.

I just wanted you to say yes.

HE SIGHS

DOG GROWLS

GROWLS AGAIN

Jesus Christ...!

CONFUSED, OVERLAPPING WHISPERS

WHISPERING GETS CLOSER

WEIRD SCREECHING NOISE

SILENCE

I only wanna tell the world.

DOOR HISSES OPEN

So, how do you propose to draw the whole mass of it to us?

What?

No.

No.

Oh, no...

I'm here.

Your...witness.

If I'm to tell the world, I need to see.

All of you,

not just a drone.

You wonder what's going on in there.

They're preparing a weapon...

..possibly a means to destroy you.

I don't fucking believe it. He's selling us out, saving his own ass.

Let him play his hand.

Specifically, it's a genetically engineered bacterium,

capable of devouring your flesh.

Capable, they think, of killing you.

What they don't understand

is that death is for mortals, not for gods.

Even after all they've witnessed tonight,

they still don't believe.

They still think you're only an animal, only a thing.

Show yourself.

Gods have nothing to fear.

Or do they?

DISTANT RUMBLING AND HOWLING

OVERLAPPING WHISPERING

WHISPERING GETS LOUDER

Er... Er... Now...

N-N-Now... w-would be a g-good time.

NOW!

SCREECHING

-It's really pissed off.

-Infected.

Jenny, Lisa, in the lab.

Run!

I think we got it, Jenny!

We gotta get off the street!

I think it's infected.

Maybe.

It's crawling away to die.

Makes it even more dangerous.

Well, fuck you!

Dead yet?

WHOOSHING AND SQUEALING

Let's just go.

Argh!

Come on, you bastard.

Oh!

You got some guns.

Ladies, you wouldn't shoot an unarmed man, would you?

That was a dumb question.

# I...fall to pieces

# Wah-wah-wah-wooo...

# Each time I see you again. #

OUCH!

-HE SNIGGERS

-You wanna see somethin'?

It's limbo time! How low can you go?

Get down!

Go!

HE VOMITS

HEY!

You gonna flip me a Mickey?

SCREECHING

ROARING AND SCREECHING

HE GROANS

What did you do to me?!

AAAAGGHH!

INHUMAN SCREECH

Lisa?

SHE SOBS

-BOY'S VOICE:

-I'm going to let you live.

-DEMONIC VOICE:

-Let you live in me...forever.

Fuck you!

Ohhh...

-BOY/DEMON VOICE:

-Always that urge to shoot little boys.

No, this time I'm gonna miss.

HE ROARS AND SCREECHES

HUMAN SCREAMS ECHO

SILENCE

It's all right.

It's gone.

All those souls... Maybe...they're at peace.

Yes. One wonders.

Still, it won.

What do you mean?

It wanted me to tell the world. And that's what I'm going to do.

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR

'The earth endures.

'Over the eons, countless species have flourished, then perished.

'In the town of Snowfield,'

four of us met, and bested, an inhuman intelligence.

Not from the stars,

but from the deep and secret realms

of our own infinitely mysterious world.

This supremely powerful life form,

so adaptable, seemingly immortal,

is it gone?

If not...

it may one day be the cause of humanity's extinction.

Believe that crap?

Stranger things happen. Patti said Glen was abducted by aliens.

Glen ran off to LA, and you would too if you was married to Patti.

SNIGGERING

Does that sound funny to you?

Officer?

No, ma'am.

Hey...

You wanna see somethin'?

# I fall to pieces

# Each time I see you again

# I fall to pieces

# How can I be just your friend?

# You want me to act like we've never kissed

# You want me to forget

# Pretend we've never met

# And I've tried and I've tried

# But I haven't yet

# You walk by

# And I fall to pieces. #